By: An Angel's Wings
AN: I loved all the positive feedback! Thanks guys! ) I'm all psyched for the first chapter now! See what reviews make us FF writers like? So remember, reviews fuel happiness. (Well…)
Disclaimer: Since I forgot this last chapter, it's only necessary that I mention it here. I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist, nor the Stephanie Meyer book "Twilight". Thank you.
I'm going to keep the AN messages short from here on out, unless there's something important I need to run by you all. And just so you all know, this is not going to be an excruciatingly long, and painfully detailed story, so if you don't like to read chapters that are 20 printed pages, this is good for you, yes?
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Chapter Two
(. Welcome Home .)
.//And Hell, in turn, spat out fires of warning//.
I don't know if it was from last night, in a rush to get into bed from the tiring day, but the window was left open, and the sun was blaring a wake up call even through my closed eyes.
The sun was surprisingly bright today, and the morning; ridiculously quiet. It was well past the time I normally got up, twelve o' clock, to be exact. I grumbled as I trudged into my morning routine, with a partially functioning brain and half closed eyes. Getting breakfast was no different as I absently spread way too much butter on my thin slice of toast.
I still ate it, I couldn't really tell anyway. After chugging a glass of orange juice, I felt more awake as I walked back upstairs to my would-be bedroom. I glanced out the window again, at the country sun, and smiled.
"Get ready quickly, Winry. We have a lot of unpacking to do today!" Granny hollered down the hallway from her room. My smile twitched at the corner and my serene happiness slipped into one of those please don't let today continue moods.
I threw some work clothes one--which was mostly what my wardrobe consisted of--and delayed the process as much as I could.
When I finished and made it down the stairs, the whole idea of moving in seemed suddenly less threatening and I walked out of the house with a little more spark in my step, hoping that if I got the unpacking out of the way, we could open shop within the next few days.
Though, the moving truck did look intimidating, but granny was already unloading some small things from it. I sighed, and began to follow her example. Grabbing a box, bringing it into the house through the front door, repeating.
I took a break after a while, but the breeze made it easier to bear the normally unbearable heat, so I wasn't exhausted.
I was almost done with the final few crates, when a small voice yelled from around the truck.
"Oh. It's so big!"
Bundle in hand, I peeked past the corner of the vehicle until a petite form came into view. A little girl, hands pressed against the truck's cold exterior with a bright smile and dirtied dress, didn't notice my curious stare.
"Can I help you?" I asked, comparing myself to a programmed voice recording. Years of working in a shop asking customer after customer the same thing can do that.
She turned to me, and took a step forward, her eyes lit with curiosity. "Is this your car?"
I chuckled. "No, it's too big for me to drive."
"Oh…" She didn't look like she was paying attention, the truck held her interest for longer then I could. "It's so big and shiny!" She exclaimed excitedly, throwing her hands up to emphasize her definition of big. "Did you get this from in the city? Everything's big in the city. Are you from the city?"
I smiled and nodded. She was so cute, with her bouncy brown curls and inquisitive green eyes.
"Yes, Central City. Have you heard of it?"
She nodded. "Uh-huh. I was there once, when I was really little." She paused to rub her nose with her sleeve. "I don't remember it though."
"Sadie!"
She turned to the direction of the call, hands still on the truck's side.
"It's my sister." She then turned to me, smiling. "I guess I gotta go. See you later!" She bounded off down the lawn, to the right of the stone wall embracing the walkway, where her sister, who looked around my age--suprisingly--was waiting.
Before she reached her, Sadie glanced back at me.
"Hope your new house is nice! Sabine will come with me tomorrow, and you can talk about old people stuff together!"
I couldn't help but laugh.
"That's sweet. Thanks for coming over." I waved at her as she giggled and continued her run down the long lawn.
Maybe I was underestimating this place. It could prove to be more then just another little country town.
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A little longer then the last chapter (considering the previous was a prologue, and all). This was pretty short too, or do you guys like this length? I know staring at the computer for so long kills your eyes, so I might keep them shorter, like this, rather then run them so long that your eyes are bleeding by the time you finish.
Again, thank you to nox, laila, paranoid scientist, Stripe, and ElricKeyblade for the awesome reviews! )
Till next time,
--An Angel's Wings