A/N: Here we go another drabbble. I really wish I could think of a more colorful title, but oh well.

Disclaimer: I am not japanese, my name is not Hiromu Arawaka and therefore it makes sense to say I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist.

Mixed

Mixed in a blender. That's the way Winry felt when she would watch her famous alchemist friend -slash- favorite customer waltz in and out of her life. With every visit he would mix her up a little more, bringing forth a chaos within her that could only be the expressed by how hard she threw her wrench. Her emotions would blend into eachother until she didn't know whether she wanted to kiss him or kill him.

Sometimes he would smile and be polite; most times he'd walk in unannounced covered in bruises from who knows what. The "how" and "why" of the matter was of course, never discussed.

She wanted to bash into his skull the pain she felt in seeing him like that, or at least a little sense, a more cautious nature, but no wrench could do that.

Not that she hadn't tried.

But it was more than that.

Winry always felt at an early age that she was somewhere outside of the Elric brother's world of alchemy and danger. It certainly felt like it when her requests to know more about what the heck they had been up too had been waved off. Even so Ed would always come back. Usually for a few days. Even less, but in those few hours she was actually part of his life.

And he would blend back into what was known as her home into the role of customer and companion and best friend who was too arrogant for his own good.

And he would say things that were so blunt they needed explaining, and he would smile or grin or laugh in a way that made her wonder if it was because it was her. If he would smile that way with anyone else.

And she would melt into herself when he looked at her and feel years younger and giggle like the dork she knew she was, inwardly of course. For the few seconds, the duration of a glance, or for the hours working on his limbs, she was mixed up in his life, leaving her wanting so much more; and heaven help her if he ever figured it out.

He wouldn't, he was too dense. But even so Edward Elric mixed her up, his presence bringing utter chaos and interrupting her extremely normal lifestyle, lasting for a good blink of an eye before she had a chance to close the door, left swinging in his hasty goodbye. In those time Winry didn't know whether to cry or curse him.

But he would always come back as if he had never left only to blend in again into the work room, leaving her helpless as she too become part of whatever situation he was in, was planning to be in. Bringing forth an angrily amused and gratefully sad joy in her heart, without a clue as to what he did to her. Edward Elric's gaze, smile, stupid cocky, arrogant, limbs, and all would mix her up; would mix up her feelings, would mix up her life. And truth be told, Winry Rockbell didn't mind.

A/N: That was possibly one of the shortest pieces I've written. Well hope you guys liked it. If you did, review! And if you didn't, review and offer some constructive cristism!

K.S.