AN: Okay, revamped this, this is the first reconstructed chap.-- enjoy! -Love P.G.

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One: The Beginning

Winry sighed, her eyes squeezed tight in frustration. Both of the girl's fists were clenched and swung at her sides. "Let me guess..." All at once her eyes popped open, cheeks growing red in a fit of rage. "You broke it, AGAIN!"

Edward took a couple of steps back, knowing this situation all too well. Well, actually, most knew what happened when Edward came home, but to fully understand the oncoming events you must first understand these two: Edward and Winry. They were not the, err, most calm people, but were certainly... determined.

Which is why Winry promptly tackled that 'traitor' to the ground.

Thankfully, everything eventually simmered down, and Ed was unceremoniously dragged to their destination: Rush Valley. A place where they could easily find anything needed, which in this case, lucky for Edward, was just screws. Apparently all of Pinako's had mysteriously dissapeared.

It was a sunny day, clear and bright, perfect really. Actually, Edward couldn't help but wish to be anywhere else as he carefully considered each shop. Winry, growing ever impatient, elbowed him swiftly in the side until he scowled waved a hesitant finger. "That place okay?" he said with a glare, still sore from Winry's tendency to cause damage to some very vital places.

"It's fine," she replied coolly, brushing past him, "Though, we wouldn't be here in the first place if it weren't for a certain somebody."

Briskly, the pair entered the store only to find a long line, "Eh, let's just go somewhere else..." he mumbled, lazily making his way to the door. But before he could escape, Winry sharply seized his wrist.

"No, you wait here. You hauled us in here in the first place!"

At this he grimaced and pulled away from her vice grip, "No way! And don't forget, YOU dragged ME here!"

She rolled her eyes, then tapped a large man, a pro wrestler perhaps, on the shoulder. He swiveled around to face her. "Yes?"

"Um..." Winry whimpered, "Mister, could you please hold him for me... he just attacked me out of nowhere and—" Scornfully, he watched Winry skip out of the shop, cherry lips curled in a satisfied smile.

It was going to be one long day... especially if he spent it held by the scruff of his shirt.