Twilit
By An Angel's Wings
AN: Hoho, yo, this bear's come out of hibernation! And it's ready to give you some more story...information!! (ohhh! me and my gangsta raps). Yes, everyone, I've finally decided to pick up this old piece of rejected, sad story and add a few chapters on, hopefully to finish it. Sorry it's been so long….what a year or so…? I've just gotten so busy with what life's given me. But I'll leave the pity-party story till later. : )
Disclaimer: I not own Fu'metal, whatchu talkin about??
Inspiring Song: "When Did Your Heart Go Missing?" by Rooney
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Chapter 7
(. Unusual Morning .)
./The heart must love before it can lose/.
I flipped through the morning newspaper briskly, but none of the stories really jumped out at me. The toast I had hanging lopsidedly out of my mouth must have looked comical, because Granny let out a small chuckle.
"Winry, you look ridiculous." She whipped the toast out and smacked me in the head with it. "Now eat it properly."
I groaned as she flopped the toast back down on my plate, sinking further down in my chair. Granny gave a wave with one hand and pulled open the front door. My eyes followed her and, to my surprise, the sky that greeted me was anything but blue.
Clouds covered it's expanse, but they didn't meld together, they more or less looked like slightly discolored blotches on a gray canvas. Rain was speckling puddles outside and Granny threw on her rain coat and boots.
"I'm going out for a little while, to open an account at the local bank before we open shop. Finish breakfast and I don't want a slab of grease left on that stovetop, you hear, Winry? Spotless!" She smiled and shut the door behind her. Yeah, a sweet old lady, Granny Pinako was.
I stared at the closed door like I would picture a monkey would after being hit the head with a banana to many times. My mouth was agape, my eye lids half shut, and my neck titled forward in a funny way. I sighed, slid the paper across the table and studied the now cold piece of toast a moment before shoving it whole into my mouth. I scraped the oven clean, straightened up the kitchen and went over to the sink to the look out the of window.
It was then I remembered what happened yesterday, and the stupor of morning left me as my anger rose. Who did that Edward think he was anyway? Lumping me in with all his other, well, fan girls…it was unfounded and conceited, in my opinion. I slammed the rag I cleaned the stove with down in the sink and stomped upstairs. I felt like a bull with a red flag wavering in front of it's face.
I wanted so bad to stick up for myself, and tell him to his face how stupid his assumption was, but I knew…I wouldn't really be able to look at him in the eyes again. Not after when he saw right through me.
I threw on some work clothes and grumbled on my way down the stairs, pulling out a box of rough auto mail parts and scattering them across a blanket on the work table. I pulled two cans from the box and shook them, the liquid inside flopped around.
Meet grease, and oil. My usual best friends. I sighed, placing them on the rag next to my chair and starting on the long and daunting, but enjoyable, task of piecing together this hunk of metal replacement flesh.
Not long before I dissolved myself into the work, a knock on the door sent me nearly flying off my chair. The can of grease nearly tipped and I couldn't help but slip a curse word. Shaking it off, I went over to let Granny in.
Honestly, who else could it be?
I opened the door with a smile….and nearly dropped my jaw at who stood before me on the porch, an umbrella in his hands and a crooked, guilty smile on his face.
"Sorry, um, about yesterday…can I come in?"
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Thanks to Renneh, HughesHanajimaHilariaHypocrite, Funky Editors 12, Manga-Fanatic for reviewing a long, long time ago. Yeah. : J...Hope you can still enjoy. Please review--all others who happen to stumble across this fic! Especially with the new Twilight movie coming out and the book too, chyeah!
--An Angel's Wings
