Author's Note: Oh my, it's been too long hasn't it? And all I have is a little mini chapter. Depending on how many reviews I get will say if I should continue. Please note I haven't completely checked everything. Enjoy...

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Shying Away

He woke up before her, his eyes looking directly at her lids. Surprisingly he was shocked to find it was nearly ten in the morning, and he had slept a relatively peaceful night on the floor... Next to her. Ever since Al died, Ed hadn't slept more then an hour with out waking up from a nightmare of that dreadful day. And although he still felt exhausted now, probably able to sleep the rest of the day if he wanted, he was relived he had gone one night.

He sat up, peeking back over to Winry. Ed had pulled most of the white sheet over him, leaving her with a tang top and sweats. She lied on her side, her curvy body melting to the floor. Her body was... Very attractive... No it was more then just 'attractive', but Ed just couldn't find himself to think of his childhood friend that way.

He sighed pulling the sheet over her body, and standing to stretch. With another long sigh, he opened the door slowly to find Den waiting outside. Den stood up, wagging his tail, and barked as he was starving- Ed and WInry had overslept after all. Ed jumped, covering Den's jaw with his left hand, his right on the door knob.

"Shh, don't bark! What do you want, breakfast or something?" Ed whispered harshly looking back to Winry, somewhat pleading she wouldn't wake. She stirred, scratching her nose then readjusting her head. He looked back to the dog, a hand still grasping his nose.

"Go down stairs, I'll be right there. That's right, move." He said grabbing the dog's collar and leading him towards the stair case. Den obeyed running to the stairs as Ed has nudged him to do so

The Alchemist took one last glance at Winry with wondering eyes, then stepped outside shutting the door as silently as he could.

"Why would I even do that..." He whispered to himself. "Why would I even look at her body like that. I'm not that kind of person..."

Now that everything had finally sunk in, these days were hard, he felt like breaking down every breath he took. After feeding Den, he decided to make an egg for himself and Winry. He found a large black pan in a cabinet under the sink, and lit a match slowly. He held the burning stick in his hand as he heard a voice upstairs. It must be her. He froze listening.

"OW! Shit..." He barked, dragging out the last word, as the flame had burnt it's way to his flesh finger. He lit another quickly, and dropped two eggs onto the put. He heard a thump. She was coming. And well, he wasn't ready; He just couldn't handle seeing her right now. Not in the state he was in. He didn't want her to see him like he was last night. He was supposed the be the strong one, but why couldn't he?

On his way back to Risembool, when he had first seen the huge yellow house, Winry was the person he blamed, second from himself. Why didn't she talk him into staying and not leaving for the promised day? If she hadn't let him walk out that door, nothing would have happened. But as he sat in his room that night alone, he became the bad guy again, not her.

Last night in his dreams, he wanted to blame Al, for dyeing. It was Al's fault. Alphonse shouldn't have been so weak and stayed alive for his sake. Al was most likely the one person who knew Ed the most, and he knew his brother's goal. So why would he just die and crush it?

At that moment, Ed really couldn't decide who to blame. Maybe it was that bastard of a father's fault. Yes, his. This whole fucking mess was his fault. Or maybe it was his dearly departed mother's fault. She should have been stronger. She should've fought for her life. Was did she give up so easily, like Al?

Or maybe it was his.

This was what was constantly going threw the Full Metal Alchemist's mind. He was in denial. And right now, he truly thought he needed to be alone to survive. Fuck no, he wasn't ready to die.

There however was a small part of his big brain that believed this entire experience may have caused him to go a bit crazy...

He had to leave. Ignoring the now burnt eggs, he turned off the stove, and ran toward the door grabbing his jacket on the way. Stepping into shoes, he slammed the door, walking quickly away from the Rockbell house.

He promised himself he would be back. He wouldn't leave her like his dad did.

Winry had woken up as soon as Den barked. She heard Ed's voice and instantly shut her eyes again, pretending to still be asleep. It was hard not to smile when she heard him silence Den. When the door shut, she slowly sat up rubbing an eye. The white sheet he had placed on her was still warm as well as the spot were he once laid.

"How long was he up for..." She sighed, slightly embarrassed he could have watched her sleep. Her feelings for Ed had defiantly enraged since he arrived at the house, however her conscious had told her to push those selfish thoughts aside, and that her duty was to morn with him for now.

Except that kiss... Was that the wrong thing to do? She had blamed herself for letting things get away from her too quickly, but he seemed to be taking it fine. Another part of her had slightly thought maybe her love could help heal his brother's death. Edward had really lost his entire family this time, and even as nasty it might be to think of it, with Pinako as old as she was, she may not be around too much longer. Maybe Ed was an ideal person to lean on. After all, she knew every little thing about Ed, and he knew the same of her.

Brushing her thoughts away, on her feet she found a robe, throwing the pillows and sheets from the floor to her bed. Tripping over her bed post, she cursed stubbing her toe pretty damn hard. She left her room, arriving to an empty kitchen moments later

"That's strange, I could of swore I heard him walk down stairs." Noticing the black eggs, she pulled a knife from a draw, and cut both eggs in pieces right on the pan, eating a piece from her finger; liking it clean. "Ed?" She called softly, practically spitting her food out. "Edward?! Where'd you go?"

Yeah he was depressed, but he needed a bit of yelling at for burning her breakfast.

Den walked to the door, a paw on the wood, pleading to go outside. Winry obeyed, opening it with her dog pouncing off the stairs, and off behind a bush. Confused, and slightly turned off, she reentered her home back to the eggs.

"Come on Den, looks like your getting an extra treat this morning. Excited?"

The day went pretty slowly for Winry. There were only about two or three calls at the house; one was a man who recently had a second right limb attached after his old one was injured in a car accident. He had told her he had been feeling pain, and were was a bit of redness around the port.

"Come in tomorrow, I'll be happy to take a look if you like, sir." She stated politely,

"Of yes of course." The customer had told her. "I'll be in tomorrow afternoon. Thanks again hun."

"Yeah, bye." She hung up with an 'attitude' as she hated being called 'hun'. The other calls were just check-up confirms. After two, when the sun was in the middle of Risembool, she decided to start the left arm that had to be done by the end of the week for her grandmother.

"Ed has been done a pretty damn long time, where did he run off to, Den?" She asked him as his head lied on her foot. He looked up to the sound of his name, but was just as confused as she was. "God, I hope he's alright."

Winry made herself a sandwich for dinner as she did most nights she was alone. After she finished a second herself, she made one for Ed if he ever decided to come back and wrapped it in plastic.

With nothing else to do she deiced to head upstairs for bed. She sat on the side of it not feeling tired at all. Den followed licking her knee as she became lost in thought.