Disclaimer: Call me your lover and then maybe I'll own FMA.

A/N: Oh gosh, this many reviews already? I didn't know that this story would perk your interests that fast! Haha, but I really am happy that you guys took some time out of your lives to read this and review.

I wrote this chapter to Gone, Gone, Gone by Phillip Phillips, Youth by Daughter and to the show of Narnia, Aslan's voice always seems to bring me joy—oh and Edmund's such a troublemaking brat that it's hard to like him sometimes, ah well, character development right?

Alright that's enough of that, so here's the new chapter! Happy reading!

Chapter 2

Weighed-Down Metal Bird

"There's only you and me in this infinitely amount of loathsome crap."

When she had come to, the first things she had noticed was the color of blue, doted with white and other strange colors. The clouds were outlined with silver and written in the sky in a cursive way, the ends swiveling upwards and downwards like a voice's frequency written down on a frequency meter, it went up and down—like a heart monitor signaling that someone or somebody was still alive, and that somebody was her.

Her callow rock eyes spun and her ears rang and her mouth opened and closed like how a fish would, her lungs sang chorus' of breath and she was clutching something soft to her chest. Other voices and sensations soon blurred through the haze of the blue sky, their hands soon blotched out the sky, reaching towards her—but they were not a fearsome black, they were instead a radiant tanned brown, peach, pale-pink and so many others.

"Hey…" A voice called out, "Hey miss! Are you okay?"

She croaked out a response, "I…" Not much of one though.

"Move it! Out of the way!" A strangely familiar voice hollered, footsteps following and the clinking and clanking of metals.

Del groaned and lolled her head to the side, putting a hand over her eyes, "Where am I…?"

The wind blew and she picked up the scent of alloy, honey and pine; it was sweet and serene, just like the blonde-haired woman who bent down over her, shouting incoherent words as she grabbed Del by the shoulders, hoisted her upwards and helped her to God knows where, all the poor brunette could do was lean against the blonde's shoulder not even bothering to move as she felt the other stiffen but then relax. It was a nice feeling that made her chest swell with happiness of being needed, how greedy.

And the curtains known as eyelids closed.

Del saw brown next, a vague picture of it though—how strange, to think of a color as a picture with shapes, for color was not a shape nor was it a picture, it was merely a sewn part of something, something bigger.

Sewn onto a comfortable bed and trapped in it by heavy sheets, the female snuggled into its warmth and let out a contented sigh as she fingered her curly locks and breathed through her lashes. Her wrists were bound together by comfort and her nose twisted and filled to the brim with pumpkin spice, is it autumn already? She could of sworn it was summer just yesterday.

Wait a minute.

She instantly shot up and began breathing heavily whilst touching her eyes, she could see! She touched her mouth and traced her lips softly and began to hum the first opening of Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood, Again by YUI.

What a fan she was, FMA was the light to her dark and she laughed at the thought—no it wasn't, her family was her light, her books was her light, her instructor was her light, she wouldn't say that FMA was her light, no, she had more matters to attend to, like for example; just where in the world was she?

Taking in the room's appearance, she smiled at its woody language. Wood floors, planked walls, simple single white bed, a small fire-lit lamp, and a vase of flowers(dandelions perhaps) completed with a small cup of tea half-full. The vase and cup sat on a small oak table on the far right of the room next to a window where the sun was perched on the hardware of the see-through glass, its rays penetrated glass and beckoned its love-brimmed fingers at Del.

Walking towards the light, she relished at the sight of sun and breathed in and out. Her breath was the only safety object she had left, her papers back home were probably strewn all over the floor and her pillow left on her chair; oh how she missed them.

Her index finger circled around the mug of tea below her, she stared at the brown liquid and saw a petal from the dandelion inside of it. She picked the cup up and held it to her nose and breathed in the scent of flowers, vanilla and mountain but was abruptly stopped by the creak of hinges.

Del swiveled around and widened her grey eyes at the person at the door, she was a teenager no doubt—around the age of herself, her hair was a shimmering yellow, her eyes a deep and bright blue which coursed deep within night and morning skies, a navy bandanna was wrapped around her forehead, she was wearing a black tank-top cut to the middle of her stomach, beige cargo pants and a beige jacket wrapped around her hip.

"You're awake, I see." The blonde smiled, walking towards Del, "How are you feeling?"

The brunette narrowed her eyes and knitted her eyebrows together, her pale face twisted into a distrustful slight-sneer as she replied, "Not good."

The other's smile didn't falter though, but her eye did twitch a bit or was it just Del's imagination playing tricks on her? It might of well done that, what with all this new room, new senses, new scenery and new person. Oh God, poor Del was doomed.

"I see," The blonde nodded and gestured for them to sit at the two chairs which were on each side of the table where the vase was, to which they sat, "So, let's start with introductions shall we, who are you?"

"Delamine Wright." Del replied her eyes sewn upon the mug she was fiddling with her fingers, "My mum and dad call me Delamine but my friends—" She bit her lip and paused for a moment, remembering her dolls, papers, instructor and maids. "they call me Del or Lami."

"You sure are open, Del." The blonde replied warmly, not wanting to scare the poor girl, "I'm Winry Rockbell, I'm an automail mechanic and I currently live in Rush Valley but I'm just visiting over here."

Winry, what a strange name—it felt so familiar to her ears but so foreign to her tongue as she whispered it, "Winry." The voice grew louder and she could hear it, the screams, laughs, hollers of anger, her wails and her tinkering hands as she placed different assortments of metals together, "It's… nice to meet you."

"Likewise!" Winry laughed her familiar laugh which rang bells in Del's mind, she could hear the crackling lightning, the maniac laughs, the end-of-show cliché laughs, the shouts of colonel to state alchemist, the clinks of armor and knives thrown. She could hear it once again and she loved it like fire, like tea, like dragons, like darkness, like light, like warmth and frostbitten chocolate.

"Fullmetal Alchemist…" Del mumbled, her hands shaking slightly as she did so which gained Winry's utmost attention.

"You know Ed?" She asked with uncertainty in her voice.

'Think swift! Think fast! Think you stupid brain!' She shrieked at herself, "O-Of course I do! Everyone knows him, I've heard of him often in C-Central!"

Winry immediately brightened but it was easily seen through, Del was new to eyesight of course, but the brunette could obviously see distrust and hesitation in her eyes, "Central! So you're from Central! How did you get here then?"

"I really have no idea." Del faked-sigh, trying to make it as believable as she could, "Where is here, anyways?"

"Resembool." The mechanic answered and looked out the window, motioning for Del to do the same(albeit she did as told reluctantly), "Pastures as far as the eye can see, brown and white fences, quiet, trees around and mountains a bit not too far away—isn't it peaceful?"

Del was silent as she looked out, her miniscule grey eyes flitting through the area and they smiled—yes, eyes can smile, "It's nice."

The lady in front of her laughed again and she could tell that it was genuine, "You should see it when Ed and Al are home! Oh the noise they make can really crack up a storm!"

Del found herself laughing along and enjoyed the feeling of her honey voice spilling from her pink lips, "Oh! Especially when Ed rants about milk! And-and when Al nags Ed about getting a cute little kitten-" She froze, 'Goddamnit."

The mechanic before her scowled, "You little screw, I knew you were hiding something!" Winry suddenly grinned and flipped out a wrench, fingering it before pointing it at Del's forehead, "Now spill."

The brunette gulped and held her hands up(one still holding the mug), "I'll spill! I'll spill! Just—put the wrench down!"

"Heard you the first time." Winry smiled smugly, much to Del's discontent.

Now that the wrench had been lowered, Del could finally explain herself—sorta. The brunette sighed and lowered her hands, now both clutching the mug of cold tea and dandelion petals, "You see, I was blind and mute before and no, I'm not joking." She looked up from her bushy eyebrows to see nothing but shock and pure-belief at Winry's face, Del took this as a sign to continue, "And so you see, I've always had a lot of insecurities about life, meaning I have a bunch of things to make me feel safe, like my pillow and stack of papers I always keep on my desk.

"One day, I went over to my desk and ran my fingers through the papers—you do know why I was doing that right?"

"No."

"I was reading braille."

"Braille?"

"I'll explain next time."

"Okay."

"But then I found a strange pattern on one of my papers, I started patting it with both my hands and then this voice said to me to clap my hands and push my palms down on the paper to which I did stupidly and I found myself in this really strange room and this creature! Oh this creature, it was white all over and it only had a mouth and it spoke like a male and female, it taught me to walk again and told me something about being sent to another world! It—it was terrible!" Del found her self weeping into the mug she was holding, Winry had gotten up from her seat and was already rubbing circles around the brunette's back.

"Hush now, it's alright." The mechanic cooed and continued to rub the poor weeping girl's back, "It's gonna be alright."

"No! It's not alright!" Del wailed loudly, which caused Winry to wrap her arms around the sniveling girl in her arms, "I can't even see my family anymore!"

To say that Winry believed her story was something impossible to do, it was irrational and completely stupid—but she couldn't help but care and pity the brunette in her arms, "Hey, if it makes you feel better… I only have my grandmother now."

Del stayed quiet in Winry's arms, only occasionally giving out small sniffs and hiccups every now and again.

"And…" The automail genius hesitated but smiled, "You've got me, y'know, till you decide to leave."

The brunette lifted her eyes and head, she stared at the female next to her and blinked her tears away, "Really?"

Winry nodded, "Absolutely, without a doubt, yes."

"Positively too?" Del grinned through her poofy eyes.

"Positively!" The other returned the grin.

Del laughed merrily and embraced the blonde teen, "Thank you! Thank you!"

And they joined chorus' of happiness as they conversed and spoke through the hours until the sun hit high in the sky, signaling that it was time for lunch.

"She should be home soon." The mechanic nodded, looking outside at the dancing blades of grass and white and yellow dandelions sitting out lounged upon the Earth.

"Your grandma?" Del questioned as she drank from the cup, It was Winry's cup but she gave it to Del since the brunette had already grew fond of it, her tears and dandelion petals(yellow, not white!) gave it a sweeter and milder taste and she loved it.

"Yeah—oh!"

"Winry!" An old croaked voice called from beyond the door, "I'm home and I've got a few surprises!"

"There she is." The blonde spoke fondly and gestured for Del to follow.

They walked out the room with their mug(yes, their because they've somehow become good friends through the hours) in Dela's hands, "Oh, wait, I'll put this back in the room first, I'll meet you at the living room!"

Nodding, Winry entered the living room first and threw a 'Make sure not to get lost!' at Del playfully to which was replied by a snort and 'Make sure to watch your flying wrenches!'

Quickly sprinting into her new room(yes, new room), Del set the mug on the table and sighed happily, looking out the window once more. She saw the land abundant with life like a mother's womb and as disheveled as morning hair, the clouds were drowsy and the trunks of trees were old and weary, the mountains which laid far ahead were fire and brimstones.

It was truly a marvel to see.

With a smile on her face, Del turned on her heel and fell.

She fell into that deep hole of despair she's always been in, the deep dark hole just behind the gate of Truth and Reality. She drowned and flailed her limbs and tried to shriek but no sounds came out, she banged her hands on the floor and listened to her erratic breathing. The door slammed open and she could hear Winry and a couple of other voices, but there was one voice she could easily made out, it was drilling holes into her skull.

"School time is over."

A/N: Happy October 3rd! Don't forget that it's FMA day! Thank you for reading and I hoped you liked this chapter, I haven't proof-read this chapter so I apologize beforehand if there are any mistakes here.

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