lol ok 14 reviews...holy crap...;) nicly done you guys! i asked for 3...i got FREAKING 7! WHOOO! Xd ok ok heres another chap oh and the maid i speak of, just picture a modified paninya...if you don't know who that is...just picture her as you wish.
Edward had a neutral look plastered on his face as he quickly walked down the corridor to Ms. Winry's room. The tea cups and pot clattered lightly on the platter he had positioned on his fingertips. When or how he learned that positioning trick, he'll never know. Everything from the past...what was it? six...seven..no its been nine fucking years. Everything from the past nine years had been a blur, he couldn't seem to remember much of anything. Maybe all those beatings had gotten to his head. Images of himself, age ten, being beaten cruelly with anything they could find, filled his mind. He jerked to a halt, running his fingers through his hair and letting out a huff a air, hoping the images would fade soon. He shook his head violently before jerking back to life and continuing down the hall. Damn it, i thought those memories were long buried. He thought bitterly. He was tired of remembering, he wanted those years to not exist. For the past nine years to not exist. He opened the door leading to Winry's room. It was a pale blue with a huge bed in the center. Winry was sitting in the center of that bed with her legs folded to one side, she glanced up before smiling. Well, maybe things aren't too bad. He thought afterwards. He gave a small smile back and stepped into the room.
"Here's your tea Ms. Winry." He said as he used his free hand to pour her a cup and handed it to her. She smiled the same smile from the wagon ride, wehich caused him confusion again. Is that smile normal? He wondered. She then motioned to the tea pot.
"Well, go on and pour yourself a cup Edward. I did say get US some tea." She said giggling at his slightly confused look. He blinked in surprise before shrugging and doing as she said. He then set the platter down on a night stand and sat cross legged on the floor, causing her to giggle again. He gave her a baffled look again.
"Why are you sitting down there silly?" She asked giggling still. He titled his head to the side slightly before answering,
"Well, this is where i would normally sit Ms. Winry. I am a slave after all remember?" He stated matter-o-factly. She shook her head.
"You are simply silly Edward. First of all, here, you are a servant, slave is a cruel word. Second, i want you to sit up here like a normal person." Edward's face did not change foem his confused and surprised expression. But he eventually shrugged and slowly got up and sat next to her. He wrapped his hand all the way around his cup before taking a sip, Winry following suit.
"It isn't too bitter is it Ms.? Edward asked, glancing at her form the corner of his eye. She gave him a curious look.
"No, it's perfect why?" Edward looked away form her and closed his eyes lightly.
"Well, one of my old owners liked her tea unbearably sweet. I always seemed to make it too bitter for her, and as a result, had a tea cup thrown at my head every time." Winry gave him a slightly horrified look.
"That's awful!" Edward simply shrugged as a response and took another sip of his tea.
"Ms. Winry?" A woman dressed in a black and white dress asked. She was black, with her hair in a slightly messy bun and a her hands were clasp in front of her in a respecting manner. Winry smiled at her.
"Yes, is there something you need?" The woman shook her head softly, her long thin bangs swinging to and fro as she did.
"No, but your father has requested both you and Edward." Winry and Edward looked at each other in slight confusion before Winry nodded and stood, motioning for Edward to do the same.
"Mmm, ok, we'll be right there. Thank you!" Winry said ending in a cheerful squeak, at which the woman giggled and walked away. Both She and Edward made their way down the halls until they reach James, who stood in a relaxed stance, leaning slightly on one foot. Once they had approached he decided to just spit it out.
"By what the seller told me you were tortured, or was it beaten? You were given some form of physical harm?" Edward jumped at the suddenness of the question before nodding, his features turning solemn and cold. James nodded with him.
"How?" It was one word, but held a big meaning. Edward sighed before replying flatly.
"Whipping, fists, farming tools, wooden planks, anything they could get their hands on basically." James' eyebrows arched.
"Do you have any scars of the incidents?" Edward nodded again before motioning to his right eye with his hand, it hovering near his face.
"It's faint but this is one of them I cannot hide." It was then the two noticed the faint scar running from Edward's eyebrow down to the tip of his nose, slanting sharply at an angle. Winry's facial features were that of sadness and horror.
"How many others?" James asked bluntly, at which Edward responded in the same manner.
"Approximately 24 others sir." James nodded.
"Where?"
"My left arm, right leg, all of my torso and back and one on the back of my neck." Edward said, his eyes darker than usual and half lidded, similar to the look he had worn on the platform.
"What about your right arm and left leg Edward? Why miss those?" Edward winced slightly, causing James to arch a brow.
"Well, i was not always very obedient, so as to teach me to behave, they cut them of. But once a was going to be sold, my owner bought me fake limbs." Edward pulled off one of his white gloves to reveal solid steel fingers and joints, intriguing Winry to no end. James wa, for once, speechless. Winry was the first to speak.
"I want to see all of your scars then." She said firmly, tugging slightly on his shirt sleeve. James then snapped out of it and nodded sternly.
"Yes, Edward let's take a look."
stopping there. poor edo-kuuun. his family will most likely show withing the next two chapters. :) 5 reviews to continue...hehheh im raising my standards! :D R&R my wonderful fans and have a good night.