Note: These stories are meant to be short—extra short, actually. Sorry.

Static

If anything, she favored him with his eyes open. But at this moment in time, she favored him with his body stretched out on the couch, a vulnerable little boy with his stomach exposed and his mouth open to release hardly audible snores. She had never seen such a mature man look like such a small child in all of her years knowing him. He was constantly serious, but around her he seemed open. He had no need to curl up, tensed for any surprise attacks. He was always harsher that way, and it only frightened those around him to know that he was angry and ready for the kill, though he always remained gentle enough to hold sympathy for his enemies.

Human. He was defiantly human, just as his brother was. She had never seen such a brotherly bond as the one they shared. But being in the situation they were in, it was only expected. Not many brothers got along enough to sacrifice anything to reunite with them. He had done just that for his brother, and now he was trying with all of his soul and body to get his brother back to normal—forgetting about himself.

It was while staring at his figure that she realized just how much he really was to her. She had been waiting forever for the two brothers to return for good, and yet that day never arrived. Waiting was all she could truly do. They wouldn't let her help them in anything. Civilians shouldn't have to worry about military matters, anyway. But seeing them the way she had made her wish there was more than just waiting at home for their return and praying for an atheist. But she had been waiting for more than just their permanent return.

She had been waiting to make her move. Making an advance at a childhood friend seemed like one of the hardest teenage ventures she would ever embark upon. But if she waited any longer, it would just be too late, wouldn't it? Would she lose the one thing that mattered most to her if she waited any longer?

Probably.

She slipped her hand down from her chin and stroked his cheek with gentle caresses. She wanted so much more from him, and waiting was not the answer. She'd have to get him to feel the same way about her. Life wasn't worth living if she couldn't have him.

But how? She had never been one much for romance. Mechanics just don't have time for that sort of thing. But she can't wait and risk losing another important person. And then her mind started to trick her. She averted her eyes from his closed ones and sank slowly to the hard wood floor beside the couch.

Images of him dying started to over power her thoughts as she remembered just how dangerous his job is. He could die right here in front of her at any second, come to think of it. And what could she do, being the weakling that she was?

And then the thought hit her.

She needs to train and become just like him in order to protect what she was constantly waiting for. If she could do that, she wouldn't have to wait anymore. She'd be with him always without any thoughts of his death without her following along. She would follow him as he would follow his brother. Just like the old days before they became what they are currently. She could do it as long as she kept her motives in the front of her mind, right?

And suddenly being right didn't matter to her. But instinct. Acting on gut feeling became the only thing that mattered to her. She had realized finally that things that are worth waiting for are also worth chasing after.

Standing up slowly, she looked back down at his face and noticed that his eyes had opened, revealing their intense golden stare.

He was thinking, too. And his thoughts had been much like hers.

She offered him a helpless smile, faltering when she realized he, too, was smiling. She offered him her arm to help him off the couch, which he took and used to gently pull her down to him. Her pulse quickened as she blushed deeply, watching his thin fingers brush against her arm gently, stroking her skin. He leaned in closer to her face, their lips just a few centimeters apart. She closed her eyes in anticipation, waiting for him.

Because she'd always wait for him.

Her whole body shivered as he parted his lips to whisper words that she couldn't even begin to fathom. Until he spoke.

"What's for dinner?"

She opened her eyes and stared him down, pulling out a wrench from her back pocket.

"You mean you did all of that just to ask me what's for dinner?" She pulled her arm back, wrench in tow and began to release it from her fingers, stopping when he gripped the back of her head with his hand and pulled her face to his, kissing her lips with unspoken passion.

And all that she could remember from before her foray into ecstasy was the tingling spark of static electricity between their lips.

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A/N: Hey, this is going to be a collection of though-filled stories more for analyzing and understanding rather than new plots with a lot of things going on. Each will be fairly short because I am still working on a chapter-story and it's taking me a while. I'm using this to gain inspiration and because I need to make up for the fact that my first Full metal Alchemist story was… weird. Like I said, I'm gothic and I write weird things. But this will be light hearted and should make up for everything.

Arigatou!