This is a K+ that I am making for The 214th Rabid Fangirl about milk and Ed and Train. And cats. The + is just for some minor violence, no swearing or anything.
The cat rolled over, batting at a thread hanging from the linen table cloth. Its back was arched and its fur standing on end, its tail waving high in the air. It snarled, almost pulling the tablecloth down before losing interest and going back to the bowl full of milk by the door. Ed stared in disgust, looking back and forth between the cat purring into the saucer and Train chugging bottles at the kitchen counter. He was already done with two, and the third was almost half empty. Edward though of all the milk he had passed up, and how he was grateful to not have had it.
"How can you drink that?" he asked, trying not to throw up. "You have to, so you can grow up strong like me!" Ed raised an eyebrow at the boy, who was only half an inch taller than him and shook his head.
"It's nasty. It's like, cow vomit, or something."
Train laughed, shaking his head. "It's not vomit. It's-," He stopped, realizing that he had no idea what it actually was, and got up out of his seat. "Whatever. You don't like it, so what? Although, that's probably why your growth is stunted."
Edward seethed, not wanting to start another fight over 'who was taller', but itching to punch Train in the face. "Shut up, idiot. If my growth is stunted, yours is nonexistent."
Train bristled, turning away from Edward for a second before turning back with his gun in his hands. "You're the one who is about to be nonexistent," he said through bared teeth, firing two shots at Ed. The boy ducked for the first one and deflected the other with his right hand, laughing. Train lowered his gun, laughing as well.
Alphonse almost got up from the couch to see what the commotion was, but Sven laughed and pulled him back. "Tell me more about your mother. Was she a nice person?" he asked, picking his coffee back up and pulling the cigarette out of his mouth. "Well..." started Alphonse, thinking back.
"So if you don't drink milk, what do you drink?" Ed had to think about that, sitting down in Train's unoccupied seat.
"Well, mostly water, I guess." Train made a hacking sound in the back of his throat, holding his stomach. Ed laughed even harder, getting up and slapping Train on the back. He fell to the floor, groaning in pain. Edward winced, hiding his arm behind him, and smiled.
"So I'll never drink it. Ever."
Train got up painfully, trying to punch Ed in the stomach, but he dodged it again and took his half-full bottle of milk outside. Train ran after him, looking back and forth on the road. He was about to go left when he heard a trickle of liquid to the right of the building. He turned his head, his eyes widening in fear, and sprinted to the source of the sound. He saw Ed with an empty bottle and a puddle of liquid on the ground in front of him.
"NO!" he shouted, knocking Edward to the floor dramatically, and cradling the bottle in his hands. Ed coughed a laugh, holding up the real bottle teasingly.
"See what I mean? That cow vomit has addictive properties! Like a drug, that is disgusting!" This time Train did plant the hit, knocking Ed to the side and grabbing the bottle from him in the same stroke.
"Victory!" he screamed, running down the street with the small cat in tow, meowing behind him. "Give it up Train!" yelled Ed after him, waving his arms in the air. But the other boy was already too far down the street to hear.
My one crossover. The End! Actually I'll probably come back to it and add some more.