Warning,: This is mature. If you are not mature, then don't continue, there will be a lemon later in the story. there are bad things that are going to happen. beware of Gender bending.

Disclaimer: Do I look like I own Ed? If I did, he'd be busy cleaning my house, not starring in my fan fictions.

A/N: I will flip between Ed and Winry's POV's...read first chapter thing for more details.

Winry's point of view

"He kept me too long" Winry thought to herself as she broke into a run, putting more distance between her and the boy she left desolate at the corner.As fortune would have it, her apartment was rather close to everything, even if it was in the shadier area of town. "The Central of central." a man she wished to forget had once called her new home. Also as fortune would have it, she wasn't late, or if she was, he was later. She had time enough to shower, dab perfume, redo her extensive makeup, and pull her long hair into two pigtails. She had time enough to choose that schoolgirl outfit and even wiggle into the skirt.

Then he came interrupting her task of shrugging into a bra, but he was all the happier for it.

Short hours later Winry felt a small piece of her die as she spat "be gone by morning and leave the pay on the dresser." And fell asleep.

Ed's point of view

"Brother?" Al asked as the Ed the bedraggled Elric wandered through the door to the hotel room.Ed had been late getting home before, but there was something different about this time. Maybe it was the slump to his shoulders, or the lackluster shine in his eyes. "How was the library?"

"I didn't go to the library Al...I ran into Winry." The small boy let out a sigh.

The armor straightened, suddenly even more attentive. "You mean you...what did she say!" Al took a good look at his brother again, and slumped. "oh...what happened? Why not...?"

"She...I don't know what...How could she?...Was I expecting?..." Edward sighed and gave up on his false starts. it was all too painful right now. "I need food. Then sleep. Then time. Maybe I'll tell you later."

Alphonse realized that this was more than his brother trying to keep a secret, he just didn't want to talk about it. It was like talking about mom, or the gate, it just hurt too much. But Alphonse needed to know...that's why short hours later, Edward felt a small piece of himself die as he finally spat "She doesn't love me; okay ?! I may as well give up." And fell asleep.