Here you go my lovelies! The next chappy that I know you all have been dying to read.
Okay... maybe not. Knowing my shit work you are probably all dreading this. But hey, this brings me enjoyment so you can all go fuck yourselves.
Except for those of you who actually like this. Then here is a metaphorical cupcake for your awesomeness. *Hands cupcake through computer screen*
So here we go! Chappy 2 of the-story-that-I-couldn't-find-a-good-name-for!
Also, forgot to do a disclaimer. (whoops) This amazing series belongs to the awesomely cool Hiromu Arakawa!
(P.S. Kinda a filler chapter for what is to come... *Said ominously* Read at your own risk)
Kathryn woke up the next day. Ed was sitting in his chair and was asleep on her bed.
Kat chuckled and smiled at the sight. She played with his hair a bit before tucking it behind his ear. "Ed…"
"I'm not hungry Al. Go away," he mumbled.
Kathryn gave another chuckle. "Edward…"
"No, Winry. I'm not going to school today…" he said swatting the air above his head.
She sighed and poked his face. "Eddy,"
Edward sat up and rubbed his eyes. "How many times must I tell you, Kat. I hate it when you call me Eddy-" He stopped rubbing his eyes and jumped up. He looked at Kathryn who was now full-out laughing.
"Eddy, you haven't changed a bit,"
"Well, I can't say the same for you, Kathy," he said, emphasizing the name as he said it.
Kathryn gave a low growl. "Don't call me, Kathy," She said the name with disgust.
Ed gave a laugh. "I was wrong, you're still the same," Ed moved and sat on the edge of her bed. "But still, I never knew you were in the military. When did you enlist?"
"When we were eight, I decided I would join the military. When they told you I went to camp, I actually went and signed up for the military when we were, what, eleven? I made sure that I came back home that fall when you burned down your house. Then I went back and worked at East City in Mustang's division.
He actually helped me out. He put in a good word for me, same with Hawkeye. Seems they remembered me," she said with a smile. "But if he ever found out that I said anything like that, I swear to god I-" her words stopped abruptly as she remembered Truth. She gave a shudder at the thought of the being who called himself God.
"Kat, you okay?"
"Yeah, peachy keen," she whispered.
Just then, the door opened. Edward turned to the door, his mouth dropped. Kathryn's eyes widened until she was sure they would fall out.
"Good morning. I'm glad to see you awake, Ms. Rockbell," The Führer walked through the door.
"S-sir!" Kathryn saluted King Bradley. Edward bolted from his spot and did the same.
The Führer smiled and waved them down. "No need for that. I came here to check up on you,"
Kathryn was speechless. "Th-thank you sir!"
The Führer smiled and strolled over to the window. "Now, about my visit. I would like to talk to you about the battle with the Red Coats," He turned around and stared at Kathryn. "All the people I've talked to said you, Ms. Rockbell, are the reason we won,"
Kat and Ed were shocked. The reason we won? That's absurd, she thought. "With all do respect, it was a team effort,"
"Many said had you not been there, they would have died. Accept the praise, Ms. Rockbell. With talent like that, you should be climbing the rungs faster than before,"
Edward looked at Kathryn. "I never asked you what rank you were…"
"Second Lieutenant,"
Ed stood abruptly from his seat. "Second Lieutenant!" If he had been drinking something, it would have surely made itself across the room from his mouth. "Just how good are you?"
"According to those she fought with last week, very," The Führer walked over to the bed and sat down on the end. Kathryn stiffened uncontrollably. "I hope you don't mind, but we took the liberty to look at your sword. Many of the men said it looked very big against you and wondered what it was like to wield it.
I saw that sword of yours, Ms. Rockbell, and may I say that it is very impressive. I was amazed that you could even hold it, let alone use it in battle,"
"E-excuse me?" Kathryn was flabbergasted. She was still shocked that the Führer was in her room, but now that he was complementing her on her sword. She feared she might faint again.
"Well, it seems that everyone took a turn with your sword. All could lift it, but each one dropped it before they could swing it, saying it was too heavy. Only Major Armstrong could lift it and swing it. He even threw it, but it didn't go very far.
And according to the others, you moved around the battlefield fast enough to save most of them and kill most of the Red Coats on your own,"
"Well, it's true that I ended up killing most of them, and I guess it's true that some of the soldiers could have been a few second from death before I showed up. But I do believe that everyone could lift my sword if I remade it. It was heavier than my original one because I had to make it quickly,"
"Well that means you're even better than we believe, for if you moved that fast with a heavier sword, imagine how fast you could move with your regular sword.
Which brings me to why I am here. I want you and Fullmetal to battle tomorrow on the parade grounds. Have a nice day," He smiled before leaving the room, not even giving them enough time to salute.
"Fight? Tomorrow? Your injuries aren't even fully healed!" Ed shouted.
Kathryn sighed. "They will be. Ed, get me a medical alchemist. And where is my jacket?"
"I put it in the closet," Kathryn raised her eyebrow at him. "I saw you put something in it,"
"And you didn't look at what it was? Damn, you really have grown up. Mentally, not physically,"
Ed gave a growl at that. "I have too grown,"
"It doesn't look like it. Now, hand me my jacket and go find an alchemist,"
Ed tossed her jacket to her and left. She dug into the jacket and felt the stone. She sighed sadly and looked at the door. "Sorry, Ed. This comes first,"
Once Kat was healed, she went to Ed's room the next day. "Yo!"
"Now what?"
"I want you to make me the clothes you're wearing," she stated, tossing the black and red fabric she brought with her at him.
"Wha?"
"I want you to make me your shoes, pants, shirt, inner jacket, and top jacket. Oh, and your gloves. In my size. Right now. And I'm not going to tell you why," She moved around Ed to his back and pulled out his braid.
"Hey! What was that for?"
Kat placed a hand where his hair ended and nodded her head. "No reason," she said as she retied it.
Ed sighed as he clapped his hands and transformed the fabrics into the clothes she asked for. "Put on the jacket and make sure I got the size right,"
She put on the jacket along with the shoes and smiled. Perfect. You're the best!" She grabbed the other clothes and her shoes and ran out the door.
"What was that all about?" Ed muttered to himself.
Kat ran down the hallway and into her room. She slammed the door and stripped. She put on the pants and shirt and the shoes. Then she walked over to the mirror. She framed her face with her hair until it looked just right. Then she grabbed the scissors on her dresser. She measured her hair to where it was on Ed and took a breath. She gathered her hair and cut it. A good foot was now missing and she smiled.
She braided her hair and tied it back. Flipping it over shoulder, she walked back to the pile of clothes. She put on the black jacket and the red coat and grabbed the white gloves. She walked back to the mirror and put them on. Hands on hip, she looked herself up and down.
"There's something missing," She tapped her finger to her lips in thought as she looked herself over again. "Ahah!" she exclaimed. She took off the gloves and got her hands wet with the water on her bedside table and grabbed some of the hair in front. She crushed it in between her hands and pulled up, creating the antenna that Ed used to make himself seem taller.
It flopped over. "Dammit. My hair is still too long," She grabbed the scissors and cut the hair around her face until it was perfect. She tried the antenna once again and it stayed.
She looked herself over in the mirror once more and nodded in satisfaction. A perfect replication of Edward. Well…" She looked down. "Except for those. But I can't do anything about them,"
She walked out of the room and down to Ed's. She got the occasional nod from fellow soldiers. I bet they have no clue. Muahahaha.
She made it to Ed's room and walked through the door. Alphonse was sitting on the bed, Edward no where in sight. The water was running in the bathroom so she assumed he was in the shower.
Alphonse looked over and stuttered, pointing at her, then the bathroom, then her again. Then, he gave up and screamed.
Ed came rushing out of the bathroom, holding the towel wrapped around his waist. "Al, what is it?"
Al pointed and Ed looked over at Kathryn. His towel slipped from his grasp and fell on the floor.
It took everything in her, but Kathryn managed not to change her expression. Internally, she was laughing her ass off. What she did do, however, was lean up against the wall next to her, crossing her arms and legs. She looked at Ed, then her gaze traveled down to his toes, then she brought it slowly back up. Then, she gave him a small smirk.
"Ed… I'm liking what I see," she said smoothly.
Ed immediately turned seven different shades of red as he picked his towel up off the floor and wrapped it back around his waist. "Kat… I'm going to finish showering. Feel free to stay and make yourself at home," and with that he ran back into the bathroom.
Kathryn snorted, breathed in loudly, and burst out laughing. She put her hands on her knees and tried to remember how to breath. She kept laughing until she fell on the floor gripping her sides. "No! It hurts!" she screamed as she continued to laugh.
When Ed finally came out of the bathroom, Kat was still rolling on the floor, laughing, gripping her sides, and now crying.
"Kat, it wasn't that funny," Ed said.
"Oh, but it was! You should have seen your face!" she said, standing up and wiping the tears off her face. "First, you were shocked at how I was dressed, then you were so embarrassed that you turned beat red!" She patted her clothes and fixed the hair that had fallen in her face. "Oh, now my sides hurt," she sighed. "Oh come on, Ed! Lighten up. I bet Al thought it was funny. Not as funny as I found it, but still pretty damn funny,"
"Why do you look like me?"
"I thought we could mess with their minds for a bit. I thought it would be fun,"
Ed thought about it. "Yeah, I guess it would be fun. I can already hear them, "Which one's which! I can't tell!" Yeah, I like it,"
"Good, I thought I was going to have to beat it into you. So what we'll do first is stand there and let them wonder. Then once you nod, we will both go down and start drawing a transmutation circle. Once I finish mine, I'll nod at you. You will stand and shake your head. I pull my sword out of the ground, and once I take aim at you, change your auto-mail plating into your little sword thingy. Then we will fight,"
"Hmmm… Sounds good to me," Ed tossed on his coat and gloves. "Let's go kick some ass," he offered his hand.
Kat smiled at him. "I would love to," She grabbed his hand and the three of them walked out the door.