Fulfillment
A.N.: I feel so loved! Yay for reviews!!!!!!!
Disclaimer: Well, another Christmas past and no FMA ownership yet…..
Chapter Four:
For those who dream
A.N.(cont.): Okay, well last chapter ended upon Ed falling asleep. This chapter is somewhat of a continuation upon that idea. :3
(Dream)
Ed and Al help rebuild their house with the help of Mustang and other alchemists. It was almost finished as Ed put up the front door with his alchemy before backing off where everyone was standing in front of the new house.
The two boys ran inside to see that everything was the way they had both wanted, they didn't want-no-couldn't have everything the same way it was. That was the place their mother had died.
Happily, Ed spun around until he was stopped by Mustang, a crazed look to his face. Confused, all Ed could do was watch as Mustang circled his hands around Ed's neck and began to strangle him.
Snapping out of his daze, he yelled out, "No, Please!" He pleased as he tried to fight back for breath.
"You killed Hughes. It's your fault my best friend is dead!" Mustang screamed as he tightened the grip even more.
Ed began to struggle with new fervor, but before his sight began to go black, he saw the unthinkable. Off to the side, yet still in view, Hawkeye drew a gun and shot Al who then fell to the ground lifeless. His open eyes were cold and lifeless.
Losing to the coming darkness, Ed desperately screamed, "NOOO!!"
(Out of dream)
"NOOO Al!! NOO" Winry jumped awake and ran over to Ed, grabbing him.
"Ed, what's wrong?" she asked, pulling him into her arms.
Ed stopped screaming and wrapped his arms around her middle, burying his head into her shoulder, as she began to rock him back and forth, soothing him.
"Shh… shh... Its okay, Al's fine, Okay? He's at the hospital, he's okay."
After a few minutes he finally calmed down and let Winry go.
"Now tell me, what's wrong?" she asked, concerned.
Ed sighed and began, "Well, we had just rebuilt our house in Risemboul with Mustang and the other alchemists' help, but then it all changed. Mustang changed. He was strangling me, blaming me for Hughes' death. He said I killed his best friend, but then he began to strangle me even harder and before I breathed my last breath I saw it. Hawkeye shot Al, and after I saw his lifeless body, I died." He finished, and Winry was in total shock; she couldn't think of anything to say to comfort him.
"Winry?" He asked, bringing her back to reality.
"Oh, wow. Umm," she struggled to think of something. "Do you think maybe some music might calm you down some?"
He looked around the room a moment, "There's no radio."
"Well then," she smiled, "I guess we'll just have to make our own, then." She stood up and walked over to the other side of the bed to retrieve his guitar.
Taking it from her, "But what can I play?"
She paused a moment, tapping a finger to her chin. "Hmm, do you know this one?" She then began to hum a few bars of Leann Rime's "But I Do Love You." Ed smiled as he began strumming along with her voice. Softly, she began to sing along with it:
'I don't like to be
alone in the night,
and I don't like to
hear I'm wrong when I'm right
and I don't like to
have the rain on my shoes
but I do love you.
But I do love you.
I don't like to see
the sky painted grey
and I don't like when
nothing's going my way
and I don't like to
be the one with the blues,
but I do love you.
But I do love you.
Love everything about
the way you're loving me,
the way you lay your
head upon my shoulder when you sleep
and I love to kiss you
in the rain.
I love everything you
do.
Oh, I do
and I don't like to
turn the radio on just to find I missed my favorite song
and I don't like to
be the last one to lose,
but I do love you.
But I do love you.
Love everything about
the way you're loving me,
the way you lay your
head on my head upon my shoulder when you sleep,
and I love to kiss you
in the rain.
I love everything you
do.
Oh, I do.
And I don't like to
be alone in the night,
and I don't like to
hear I'm wrong when I'm right,
and I don't like to
have the rain on my shoes,
but I do love you.
But I do love you.
But I do-oo love you,
But I do looove you'
She finished and Ed ended his strumming, and they both let out a sigh.
"Yeah, that did help, I guess," Ed said as he put his guitar to the side.
Winry smiled and said, "So, you better now? Even just a little bit?"
She began to get off his bed until she felt a hand on her shoulder.
"Winry?" he asked, not looking directly at her. "Could you… stay with me, for the night?"
Looking at him, she was a bit confused for a moment, not understanding. 'But I am staying with you,' she thought to herself as she looked over to her bed in the same room. It was then she understood.
She stood up out of his grasp, and his face fell some. Turning around, she put her hands upon her hips. "Well?" she asked.
"Huh?" he raised a brow, finally looking up at her.
"Well, are you going to pull back the covers, or make me sleep in the cold?" she smiled.
Pulling back the blanket, he smiled, and pulled her in as she sat down. Laying beside him, she laid her head on his chest, and could hear his heart beating quickly.
"Umm, Ed?" she asked.
"Yeah, Winry?" he looked down, concerned he did something wrong.
She sighed. "Never mind," she said, her fingers caressing his cheek soothingly.
Together, they then fell into a peaceful sleep.
A.N. Aw, how cute. So suffocatingly fluffy to some, but cute enough to post. dreamy romantic sigh …wait… you all were expecting something else? … Egads! What dirty, horrid minds you all have!!! NOOOOOO!!! My innocence!! It's tainted!!
Ah well, maybe I'll add something a bit later. .
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