Title: The Eighth Deadly Sin
Summary: Squeal to Solemn Deceit. Ed now has to deal with Al dating Winry and not seeing him often for they're both state alchemists. AlWinish and a little Winry bashing
Warnings: ummm….well…kinda AlWinish with Winry bashing…I guess. Well you'll see what I mean while reading, ne?
Word count: 1,261
A/N: Wow. I really can't leave Elricest alone now, can I? XD but you all are glad about that aren't you? I'm writing this sitting in my mom's wheelchair. XD I bez happiez! (well....for the first 364 words, Neways ) and I'll say this now and it applies to all chappies: I disclaim and the definitions....well, I got those from dictionary . com. ^^" I be lazy half the time. And no I'm not counting the definitions in the word count.
The Eighth Deadly Sin
Envy [en-vee]
plural -vies
Noun: a feeling of discontent or covetousness with regard to another's advantages, success, possessions, etc.
Al had explained everything to Ed before they got to Rush Valley. They was going to explain to Winry before heading to Central. Though with the torture Ed'd have to endure about everything when he arrived in Central HQ he almost thought they should go there first so if he died, there'd be no explaining to do.
So on the train ride, they discussed what Al would do about Winry.
"Well, I can't just dump her because you're alive. It would make it seem like I was using her," Al reasons to the blonde next to him on the seat. Ed didn't like what he was about to suggest.
"Then you could be actively dating her, and we only be involved any more intimate than brothers when alone in out apartment," Ed says looking away slightly. There were seven deadly sin: Lust, Envy, Greed, Sloth, Gluttony, Pride and Wrath. Ed could easily add one more to the list at that moment,, for he highly believed this feeling deadly – Self Sacrifice. It's not a sin until you drag it to hell and back.
"Would you really be okay with that?" Al asks his brother slightly surprised that he'd be willing to sacrifice that much for him and Winry. But then again, it probably wasn't that much, once Al thought bout it, they couldn't do much in public since they we're brothers, after all. It made Al feel bad for asking the question.
"Of course I would, I wouldn't want anything to seem suspicious just because I came back," Ed replies, hiding the pain of the solution way down inside his chest. He wouldn't let Al see it. he'd save the self -pity from self-sacrifice for when Al was actually doing something with Winry.
"Thank you brother!" Al's face lights up with the biggest smile ever as he half glomps his brother. It was only half because they were sitting down. And on a train. Ed returns the smile and hugs his brother back hoping they could find a non-suspicious way for them to break-up soon. Just because he'd offered it and was willing to tolerate for now didn't mean that he would be able to tolerate it forever. But for the time being, he'd cherish the time alone he got with his brother and let Al date their childhood friend.
The train pulls to a halt, declaring them in Rush Valley. Ed sighs before standing and taking his bag, swinging it in his hand over his shoulder following Al off the train. He didn't want to do this. He'd have more scars from wrench beatings and he'd have a lump or ten on his head when he saw the Colonel and them at Central. And then he'd have burn scars and such when they found he was alive. Roy, he swore, was borderline abusive at times. Though Winry was flat out abusive when she wanted to be.
Ed trudged beside his brother as the walked in silence to the shop Winry worked at, Ed mentally preparing himself for the onslaught and Al wrapped in his own thoughts. Life was just gonna get more complicated for the two brothers.
Al pushes the door to the shop open, ringing the little bell announcing the entrance of a customer. Winry was beside the counter, washing her hands but Ed noticed a change in her normal work outfit-instead of sweat she was wearing short shorts that barely covered a-he'll admit-well formed butt. Plus she had a tool belt. She looks over her shoulder, eyes brightening when she sees Al and then widening slightly before narrowing when Al steps out of the way and she sees Ed. Ed looks to the side quickly before looking back to the girl.
"H-hey," He says nervously as Winry walks over drying her hands. She slings the towel over her shoulder before slapping Ed. He didn't turn his head back and only barely managed to keep from falling by stumbling a bit. He looks down at the ground and Winry starts hit his head with her wrench.
"Hey, hey. Winry he already feels bad enough!" Ed hears Al say. Winry stops hitting him and Ed hesitantly looks up at her, blood form a gash on his forehead trickling down his face and a little bit of blood was pooling in his mouth from when he bit down too hard on his cheek after a hit with the wrench. He was also going to have a horrible bruise on his cheek.
"Are you not mad at him?" Winry asks Al slightly suspicious.
"I am still slightly but we talked about it, and I didn't beat him up about it. Let him explain before you kill him, okay?" Great. They were bargaining his death now. He was going to be a bloody pulp by the end of the hour.
"fine," she huffs turning back around to face Ed, "But this better be good."
"Well, something....happened and I didn't want to deal with it because I didn't know how. It was new to me, and, I'll admit, it scared me. So, in order to get away I faked suicide and fled to Liore with an alias. And then Al found me on his mission." Ed says hesitantly looking at Winry and doing his best not to bite his lip for she'd know it wasn't the whole truth. But the only lie here was lying by omission. What he said was, in fact, true.
Randomly, out of no where, Winry hugs Ed, who in turn stiffens slightly, surprised, before relaxing and wrapping his arms slightly awkwardly around the girl attached to him.
"I've missed you. So much. I'm glad your back. The funeral was unbearable. You left a hole, in everyone, Ed, everyone. Oh god, I'm glad you're back," Winry says bi-polar (1) as always. Her tears were soaking into his shirt, hands fisting the cloth on his back.
"I'm glad I'm back," Ed says awkwardly, mouthing 'Help' over Winry's head to Al, who in turn just shrugs. Ed's shoulders sag slightly. How to get a crying girl off you?
As if reading Ed's mind, she pulls away then wiping her eyes and nose real quickly before smiling at him. "Anyways, you should be moving on to central now, huh?" she asks slightly awkward.
Al looks at the state alchemist watch in his pocket (be it his or Ed's, Ed didn't know) before putting it back and nodding. "Yeah if we're gong catch the last train to Central we need to leave now," He says. Saved from the bi-polar blonde girl.
"Ok, then. I know I'll be seeing you soon cause Ed's gonna break my automail again," Winry teases before turning to Al and kissing him on the lips. Before Ed flat out turned his back and left, he could see that Al was leading the kiss, was making it more than innocent, like it'd end somewhere that Ed really didn't want it to go. So he stepped outside to wait. It wouldn't hurt or hinder anyone that way now, would it. When he stepped out side he spit out the blood that had been pooling in his mouth since Winry hit him the first time and a little less than a minute later Al comes out, slightly flushed in embarrassment.
"Shall we go now?" Ed asks and Al nods vigorously before they head back to the train station, luggage still in tow. It's strange that now, it was so much easier for al to pretend that Winry was Ed with him in the room.
A/N: did I make Winry bitchy enough? I'm horrible at writing abuse and shit like that you know, it was hard to get myself to sit down and write this chapter, but once I did (and only then) did it flow. You can probably tell when I managed to sit down and work on it for forever from when I was struggling, huh?
My cat's so cute, all stretched on my bed next to me. I got him to purr a few minutes ago, it's been forever since he's purred for me. I swear, I'm almost borderline abusive to him I'm sorry Ashy (my cat's name is Ash, he's a grey tabby)! He's so cute though ^w^
(1) now, mind you. That's not really bi-polar. My mom's bi-polar so I know what it's like and it's not that. It bugs when people call each other bi-polar and have no clue what they're talking about.