Hello everyone! Small A/N: I spent long hours writing this chapter and I had to get into the mind of a guy in order to do it. Anyways, this is the long awaited Edward chapter! I tried my best and I hope you like it! R/R, please! Reviews are cookies and I like cookies! Thanks a ton!

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Warning: EdXWinry, horny scene, language, brother squabble.

In Love: Positive

Illusion

A divine mind, a suffering face.

A tortured soul, a desperate attempt.

Her voice, so rough, firm, and stubborn yet so fragile, kind, and innocent.

I heard her plea.

"Edward," she called. "Edward," I heard again.

She was crying, and I caused her to cry. Why was that? I seemed to always do something wrong, something that didn't belong, something unwelcomed. But how could I know what it was? Was it obvious or hidden? Decipherable or vanished?

Was it because it pained her to see me leave? That I wouldn't be around like I used to? Or was it that she hated me since I was never with her, never around to talk to her?

"Edward," I heard for the third time. I looked around for the person calling. Maybe an angel or doll that came to life.

It was pitch black and the only thing I could see was a dotted light. A silhouette figure appeared in my peripheral vision, making its way around to stand in front of me. The light hugged her outlined body, but that was all I could see. Except for the white line around her, her body was black as night.

But in the light, her hair glittered, and I seemed to recognize her.

Dazzling blonde hair blew towards me, but I just kept staring. I could hear her echoing sobs as she moved forward.

"Come to me," she said. "Edward, please."

Involuntarily, my legs began to advance with long, eager strides towards the gorgeous woman that was ahead. Her magnificent sunshine hair waved long and loose, giving her a goddess-like appearance. She had a short, beige dress on—maybe her night gown—with thick spaghetti straps. As always, she dressed nicely. I could see her shadowed face filled with salty tears, her eyebrows furrowed in a distressed expression, and her small yet full lips trembled. Her eyes were the most stunning of all. Amazing sapphire irises twinkled with delight and sorrow.

"Edward," she whispered.

She was just as I remembered her: sensitive, aware, beautiful.

She wrapped her arms around my waist, smiling, liking what she did. I looked down at her, noticing I was a few inches taller than her. My arms slid around her slender torso, or at least, that's what I thought it was. I wasn't sure if I was hugging her waist, her abdomen, or for that matter her chest. She didn't complain though, so maybe I was hugging what I thought I was hugging.

She seemed so small to me now—so delicate and breakable—that I feared I might crush her if I embraced her tighter.

But it was unexpected that she would raise her arms and place her hands around my neck. She leaned closer, probably standing on her toes, until she was able to reach my chin. Damn, I was taller.

Her movements made me realize that as she moved up, my hands moved down, settling on her hips rather than her waist.

"Why did you leave me, Edward?" she asked.

I couldn't answer; how could I explain that it was necessary to close the gate from this side so that no danger could cross through it again? That I needed to disappear in order to keep her safe?

"Don't stay quiet, damn it. Tell me," she whimpered.

Grape-sized tears began to run down her shaded rosy cheeks. I couldn't not answer to that face. Replying was required whether it was when she was content, poignant, livid, or apathetic. Now that she was letting out the salt water we both abhorred, it was no exception. It was crucial in order to maintain that wonderful smile on her astonishing face.

"Why won't you answer, Ed? Are you that insensitive? That uncaring? That indifferent?" she asked sourly.

"No," I finally responded.

"Then, what?"

"I can't find a way to make you understand." This was killing me, trying to burn me alive.

"Understand? I am capable of understanding just fine, Edward. I'm not a genius like you, but this is not the state alchemist exam, either. It doesn't take a genius to answer what I asked, and you should have a perfect answer, since you are a genius," she scowled lightly, still holding that touch of sadness in her.

This time, my hands followed my command; they made their way from her hips to her delicate face, holding her soft jaw and chin. Her tears made their way to my palms and slid down my wrists. Her crystalline eyes were desperate, demanding a firm response.

"It's complicated," I said.

"That's not a convincing answer. If the reason is disturbing, then tell me. I don't mind if there is something gruesome involved or if something terrible occurred. I'm here, you can tell me. You can trust me," she said, tried to convince me.

"It's not that. It was essential to…"I trailed off, looking away for a few seconds, avoiding to look straight in her eyes, afraid that she would be capable of getting the answer out of me.

"Edward," she begged.

Her grip tightened around my throat, but I didn't feel the force she used. I was numb. Now she was making me desperate. I didn't want to hesitate anymore.

"Alright, I left because…I didn't want any danger to reach you." Admitting what I hid was so confusing. I was always able to actually lie to her to keep her safe, but now I was telling the truth, even if it meant making her cry.

"But I am safe. And I would be safer with you around. And your brother, too," her reasoning was seeping in, making me see that I was so stupid to come back.

"But I can't go back now," I said touching my forehead to hers.

"You can try."

Those three words made me think. I couldn't return now, but it never hurt to give a little effort.

"Do it for your home, for your world…for me," she said an attractive, almost seductive, tone. "Please."

"I will try," I agreed.

"See that you do."

And then her lips found mine.

They were so soft and warm, fitting for such a person. It was so enjoyable to taste her lips through my surprise. Her eyes were closed tight, maybe scared to see my reaction or maybe acting on impulse. When two people shared a kiss, they closed their eyes.

So I closed mine as well, savoring the moment. It was sweet how we moved; our faces shifted from side to side, our lips touching each other, our hands roaming around one another's bodies.

She let go of my lips and I made my way to her jaw line just as I felt her breath on my right ear.

"Come home to me, Edward. Come home." Her convincing words made their way to my brain, already helping me make my decision.

I didn't respond. She knew my answer already because she was the one who implied it.

I kissed the side of her face, moving down to her silky peach neck. It was amazing how this female who seemed to act so tough and rough for her own good on the surface was an over-caring, lovable person. I knew she cared and worried, but did she really miss me that much?

"Edward," I heard her gasp.

"Ed-ward," she said again.

Her hands lingered in my hair as I kissed her throat and went down to her shoulder blades. She was pressed tighter against me, wanting to be as close as possible. And I would hold her here in my arms never minding if we took all eternity here.

Her exquisite caresses were hypnotic and influencing every action I took that I found it unbearable for us to stay standing like this. I sat down with Winry on my lap, our arms still wrapped around each other.

I looked at Winry. Her face was flushed, but she looked like she was enjoying what we were doing. I laid her down on the black floor and kissed her as tenderly as possible. Her hands would wonder to the buttons of my shirt and she would undo them as she went down; her hands lingered on my chest afterwards, eager to feel my body.

My hands wandered off to her stomach. My fingers drew small invisible figures around her abdomen and she would let out a few muffled squeals. I must've touched her tickle spot.

We would try to take deep breaths, but our oxygen was always cut short by our interfering kisses. We didn't really mind, though.

"Edward," she whispered again.

I directed my attention to her face and saw that her eyes were open, fluttering her long eyelashes at me. We both smiled at each other, but when she tried to show a pearly whites smile, she became translucent. It was the strangest sight I've ever seen.

She managed to get out from under me and stood up. I just looked up at her, unable to grasp what the hell was going on.

"Winry what are you…" I couldn't even speak the question.

"Edward," she said sounding distant.

She backed away from me stepping closer to the dotted light with every second that passed.

"Come home, okay?" she asked.

She disappeared in an instant. Where had she gone?

I was probably getting sucked into my own cynicism since I was a sucker for nostalgia, still clinging to the world I decided to give up in order to keep everyone safe. But to what cost?

Winry repeated my name so many times I lost count.

"Edward."

"Edward," I heard her say again.

"Edward…Edward…Edward!" A different voice spoke this time. The dark room seemed to get impossibly darker. Who was this that tortured me?

I felt someone shuffle me slightly.

Then out of nowhere, I felt a pillow on my face.

"What the hell?" I complained out loud.

"Edward, time to wake up." It was a male's voice this time. Then I remembered the only man that was punctual: Alphonse.

I unwillingly opened my eyes, sat up, and saw the smug face my brother held.

"What the fuck, Al?" I questioned irritated. This boy right here, the one I called 'my brother' had interrupted my pleasant dream. Son of a…no wait, my mother's not a bitch. But he killed my oncoming depressed mood as I realized that the events spent with Winry were just illusions. Ah, what the hell? That wasn't fair.

"Do you know how difficult it is to wake you up, brother?" he asked with humor in his tone.

"Very. I know. Why do you think I don't wake up?" I returned with just as much amusement.

"Because you just love to push it. Get up. Remember, we're leaving," he reminded.

"And who arranged that stupid schedule?"

"You," he pointed out as-a-matter-of-factly.

"Shit, that's right." Who better than me to make the wise decisions? "Why did I ever say so early again?"

"You wanted to get things done sooner? That's what you told me anyway," Al answered.

I placed my head on my soft cushion and groaned.

"It won't help if you take a day off, brother," Al cut me off. I was barely going to say something.

"Yeah, will it help if I threw this pillow back to its owner?" I didn't wait for a response. I just tossed the pillow to Al, not caring where it hit him as long as it hit him.

"Brother," he began, "do you have to get your payback?"

"You started it, so don't complain." The enlightenment of payback was such a satisfying way to phrase all this. I returned Al's pillow and I would return to Winry. Payback didn't sound so negative once you thought of it in a positive way.

"Fine. Noah made breakfast and you're not gonna skip out on it like you did yesterday," Al ordered.

"What are you, my mother? I'll feed myself right now," I replied humourlessly.

"You better. Ed, we're going to search for the bomb. You want to have no energy in case we get in a fight?"

"I have plenty of energy to argue with you, don't worry." Digressing was always fun with Alphonse; I got to see his irritated side.

"No, stupid, I meant if we somehow get caught while we're rummaging around the cargo on the ship."

"Oh! That, yeah, I'll have energy. But what's your point?" My false realization really bothered him. He had that exasperated stare and I heard him scoff.

"Forget it, just get breakfast, little immature brother," he said, trying to annoy me.

Kinda worked, though. It sucks when he calls me short even though I'm a bit taller than him. And yes, I grew in the past four years.

"Okay, Mommy," I returned, standing up and digging in my suitcase to get a clean set of clothes.

"Ah, screw you, Ed," Al said tossing me the pillow.

"You too, Al, you too," I replied catching the feather-stuffed pillow with my free hand and throwing it back to him again.

It flew into the neighboring section of the hotel room, probably the kitchen, and I heard a girly squeak while I put on my navy blue pants.

Noah. Oops, either I hit her, the pillow passed by her, or it was about to hit her. Which ever one it was, it must have left the poor girl in slight shock.

I turned while I buttoned up my white shirt and blue vest and saw Noah there, standing against the door frame with a food tray clutched tightly in her hands.

"Sorry Ed, I didn't know you were changing." A slight blush touched her cheeks as she turned around.

"No, it's fine Noah. I'm done anyway." And I was. She didn't see anything she didn't have to or need to—or maybe even want too—see.

"Oh, well, I brought you breakfast. I hope you like it."

I thanked her, unable to deny it since she was already here and that would be rude. But it looked good and I wouldn't reject it since my stomach gurgled and my mouth watered.

She handed me the tray and I dug in. While I ate, she combed my long hair, running her fingers through it, and finally placing it in a neat ponytail. It was a bit awkward having her do that. I didn't ask for her to do my hair; I could do that myself. But she told me that we could multitask, save time while we did various things at a time. If you ask me, maybe she wanted an excuse to touch my hair.

I gave her that chance. How bad could that be? After all, if she was planning to sneak a peek in my mind of my resent dreams, that was her fault if she saw something unwanted. And believe me, that happened often. It wouldn't be a surprise if she were shocked when she saw what I dreamt last night. And her usual shock would be when I dreamed of Winry. So I dreamed about her, what's the big deal? I mean, wow, is it that bad to dream about a girl? Like that? It's weird. Would it be that the shock she would get was because of what I dreamed? The kisses I gave Winry, the caresses we gave each other, the heat we felt when our bare skin touched? Maybe Noah was jealous. Maybe she was amazed with my somehow having a perverted mind. Would she be amazed when she saw what I dreamt? The promise I made to Winry in my gentle hallucination, would that worry her? Noah was a bit paranoid, but always firm, except when she took in the fact that I wanted to go back to my world just as badly as I wanted Winry.

I heard Noah sigh, clearly knowledgeable of my current agreement I made with the angel that made her visit last night. I had finished my breakfast by then; it was apparently as good as it looked. I appreciated Noah's cooking, but I missed Winry's.

So my plan was set, and probably Noah already knew it as well. As soon as we destroyed the bomb, I would dedicate my time to search for a way to come back home like I had promised Winry. I was anxious now, excited even, eager to find that explosive devise as soon as possible so that I could get started on my next project. Getting home to my beloved was just a few steps away.

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