Note from the Author: Yay! Returning to the main characters again! Not much Winry this time though...Oh well. I hope I'll these little short stories down to "perfection" by the time I've run out of ideas. Hopefully that's even possible, haha. And please forgive their shortness. I don't think anyone will mind but, as I've said before, I just sort of write, so...they aren't very long. Can't be helped, I guess!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Full Metal Alchemist or any of the characters, no matter how much I may want to.


"Man, today was so boring," Ed whined, hands in his pockets, kicking a rock at his feet as he left the building with Al and Winry.

"Maybe it would have been better if you decided to be a good student, and stop getting yourself sent to the hallway," Winry retorted, a smug look on her face. She was obviously proud of her success as one of Miss Meyers favorite students.

"Yeah, Ed," Al agreed, sounding much nicer compared to Winry, "She just wants to teach us. And who knows, maybe there's something she has to tell us that we don't know."

"Don't be stupid, Al," Ed snapped, "You know we're just wasting time coming here. We're probably ten times smarter than that old lady ever will be!"

"Not true! I think she's really smart!" Al fought. After realizing he had sounded rude to his idolized brother, he bit his lip and looked at the dirt passing behind him on the road home. Ed sighed.

"Whatever," he said, "I'm bored there and that's that."

"Geez, Ed," Winry started harshly, "You can be such a jerk." Ed stuck his tongue out at her for the second time that day, but this time it was returned with an identical action. They were locked in the battle of "I-can-stick-my-tongue-out-longer-than-you-so-take-that-you-big-meanie." The battle no child can lose…

Al broke the tension, and distracted the two from the silent war, by getting down on his knees and happily drawing an intricate circle in the dirt with his finger. The lines were a little crooked, and the circle was a bit messy, but for a six-year-old, it was a masterpiece.

"I'm gonna make something for mom!" he cheered, looking up at Ed and Winry, joy scribbled on every inch of his face, "Wanna help?" Ed smiled back and joined Al on the ground.

"Are you making anything scary?" Winry asked, her voice trembling slightly as she remembered the first time she witnessed the brothers performing "magic."

"Of course not, idiot!" Ed said a little too coldly, "It's for our mom!" Winry held back her anger, ready to say a lot of things she'd regret saying later. But with the regret, and faint sense of satisfaction, would come some form of punishment from her parents, who happened to be close friends with her friends' mother, Trisha. The two families worked as one. It's as though they were one family, just living in separate houses.

"All right, ready Al?" Ed asked, hands itching to touch the circle in front of him.

"Ready!" Al joyfully said. The two boys placed the palm of their hands on the edge of the transmutation circle and watched as the outer circle illuminated. Inside, the dirt began to shift in every possible way, as though something were trying to crawl out of a hole that had been recently covered.

One small stick came shooting up out of the ground, followed quickly by nine more. The sticks began to soften as the tips in the air grew out, forming a little ball. The ball continued to shape and extend until ten purple daisies laid on the ground. The light disappeared and Ed and Al exchanged smiles, happy with their work. Al quickly bunched them all together in a bouquet and went running towards his home.

"Come on, Ed! We have to give them to mom!" he called, looking back over his shoulder.

"Right!" Ed called back, "See you tomorrow Winry!" He waved while twisting his body backwards- a difficult task while running. Once Ed realized how horribly hard it was to do such a thing by almost falling flat on his face, he looked straight forward to see Al already half way up the hill.

"Hey, wait for me, Al!" he shouted, but his younger brother was too excited to hear.