Don't Turn Your Back On Me!

[Scar]

A long train ride from the outskirt Amestris towns from Ishval to Resmbol was quiet interesting. People who kept up with the news saw Scar's face and remembered him for the man he was before the "Promised Day" but some also knew of the things he did to save the country, well world in a sense with the Elrics so that made him just as famous as a hero.

Scar couldn't tell if it was the Ishval inside of him or the fact people thought the rights did not outdo the wrongs but they were staring at Scar with such hatred that he hadn't felt in a few months. The train ride was over soon enough though and the man made his way down the long road finally reaching the house known to the Rockbell's. There was something he needed to do.

Walking up to the door he saw Ed walking up that way as well from the other side. "Edward!" Scar called moving to the side to the Fullmetal Alchemist. They hadn't really seen each other since that fateful day.

[Edward Elric]

Edward grumbled a protest as he brushed past Winry to head outside. He didn't mind doing things for Winry, but there were some things that would take Al two seconds that would take him an hour and it was such a nice day out...

Don't do that, he reminded himself sharply. Don't start depending on alchemy. You can't use it anymore. Get over yourself, Elric.

...still, it was a really nice day...

Sighing, he headed outside, resigned to his fate, until he heard a voice call his name. He frowned as he looked around for the source. The voice was rough, deep, the voice of someone who didn't use it often, the voice of...

His eyes met the eyes of his would-be murderer, and he visibly jumped.

"Scar?" he said, looking genuinely confused. It wasn't like he and the Ishvalan hated each other any more, but their relationship could be called at best a mutual understanding.

It seemed surreal to have the man standing in his front yard, looking out of place and not seeming to care. It was two worlds that he didn't want to collide suddenly crashing into each other at the most unexpected times, like Mustang walking in on him while he took a dump-

-he shuddered. Fuck, ew. On second thought, he really didn't need that mental image.

"...what're you doing here?" Ed asked cautiously, unconciously eying the man's arm. He didn't want to be rude, after all, this guy really could rip his face apart if he wanted to.