Five part fic. They're practically drabbles. I'll post the next one tonight. I was going to post them all together, but I hit a bit of writer's block. I want feedback before I continue.
I loved this idea at first, but I don't really like how it turned out. *sigh* I need to stop angsting.
By the way, tomorrow (October 15th) is the one-year anniversary of the day I joined FFnet. Expect updates.
[one] So she didn't buy him any ice cream at the shop. So what? He had his own money. Therefore, he could buy his own ice cream. Why did he have to make such a big deal out of everything? Was one less scoop of chocolate in his life really such a terrible ordeal? The way he moaned over it, one would think that she had deprived him of a single drop of water underneath the burning sun of the Xerxes desert.
He could have just let it go. Maybe he could have hit her once or twice (it was Ed, after all. Hoping for anything better would be silly.) and then erase the incident from his mind in favor of remembering more important things.
Instead, he had to play the magician and make a mountain of a molehill. Abracadabra! A small matter made huge with just a few simple words! Before Winry knew it, 'not giving him ice cream' turned into a terrible crime, simply begging for righteous punishment from the alleged 'victim'.
He remained stubbornly angry for days; he pushed, he shoved, he pinched, he pulled her hair- he did anything, really, that would inspire a reaction. It was enough to make a young girl fear for her safety.
It was as if he was trying to prove her wrong somehow. It almost seemed that he was trying to even the playing field; to put them back on the same level. When had she risen above him? She hadn't even noticed becoming the higher power. It could only happen through words or action, and depriving him of ice cream didn't seem like a very bold example of either.
She simply didn't understand it. Why was he so angry at her? It was just a single scoop of ice cream! He was barely missing anything. His reaction was completely out of line, as her mother would say. To think that he would get so upset over something so small.
(Though, maybe the fact that she'd called him a stupid meanie bumhead had something to do with it.)