Twilit
By An Angel's Wings
AN: IMPORTANT; PLEASE READ:: OH MY GOODNESS, THANK YOU ALL! I recently checked out the popularity of this story, and I am very pleased by all the support! Thank you all! On the true note, I have not been on this site in a while. It is true, you can see for yoursselves since my LAST UPDATE WAS A YEAR AGO. ALAS, FEAR NOT. Twilit is such a good concept, it will be finished! I have promised myself its finality, and I will commit the finishing of it! Cuz I hate leaving stories dangling! =) I have finished up to chapter 13 (aren't you proud?), and will be publishing them all soon! But in moderation, because anticipation is all part of the game! Thank you to all and I hope to have this continued support as I finish this story with determination!
Disclaimer: I do not own FMA or Twlight. BUT I SAW THE MOVIE, AND BOY WAS IT DECENT. Oh, did I mention the second season of FMA coming out and CSI having Grissom and Warwick and Sara leave? Like, crazy, huh? As long as they keep Greg...is that a disclaimer? I really don't know what to call it...
Inspiring Song: "Kids" MGMT
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Chapter 9
(. Note to the Wise .)
.//With a strong heart and steady soul//.
After my initial surprise, I guess I was kind of ticked off. Edward Elric was a very fidgety patient. I really felt like slapping his stupid fingers against the table he kept rapping them on, but I just bit my lip, twitched my eye a little and continued the maintenance as usual.
"Does it feel any better? I adjusted the suspenders in the wrist to give it more flexibility, I also made the frame lighter, so it has more maneuverability." I paused, wiping my arm across my forehead. It was absolutely sweltering outside, but dusk was coming. "So…how do you like it?"
Alphonse had wandered curiously over to it with a childish expression on his face, Granny said nothing as she lowered her glasses so their glare was covering her eyes.
"Hm…" He mumbled, not even bothering to lift it as he got up, tossing a crumpled up envelope into my hands. "Thanks. Yeah, it does feel better." He didn't even smile as he turned to leave and Alphonse managed a hesitant few words.
"But…br-brother…"
"Some feedback would be nice." I commented, pushing the collection of screws and bolts to the side of the table and getting up off the chair. Whatever. There was tree up his ass. I sighed and went to turn away before the door suddenly burst open, and Granny let out a startled yelp.
"EDWARD AND ALPHONSE ELRIC, OH THE JOY OF YOUR SAFETY IS TREMENDOUSLY GREAT!" A great man had managed to lift Edward off his feet and embrace him in an uncomfortable looking way. "Yes, our worry was great, but you appear as fine as ever." He eyed the new arm piece with great admiration. "Yes, you appear to be patched up as well, this is indeed fine craftsmanship."
Well, thanks Mr. Giant.
"Hands off, Major." Edward tugged his newly created prosthetic away and angrily glared at the group waiting outside the door. A taller man--in his later twenties, I'd assume, stood stoically still next an assertive woman, who appeared around the same age, both of their eyes carrying years of experience. The tall man had dark hair and eyes, while the woman was lighter in hair--but a darker blonde then mine, with hazel eyes that were searing.
"Your smug mug, Colonel? I thought my personal affairs were of no concern to you tight-assed military men." Edward smirked, and I couldn't tell if he was joking or not.
"Watch the language, Ed, remember that you are still under my jurisdiction." He paused a moment, his features growing tense as the party behind him steadied. "There's been an…incident." He said, shifting a glance toward Granny and I.
Edward ran a hand through his already untidy hair, messing it up more. "Ah, crap. I figured that much. Let's go, tell me the details on the way out." He said with annoyance, as usual. I looked at him, questioningly, the wrench in my hand rather imposing, wanting answers. He got the hint, waving his hands.
"It's nothing." Edward said quickly, "just some outlaws, gangs, military affairs, you know the deal…"
Gangs, huh? That was nothing unusual, it happened all the time in Central. Military rebels, and just plain street gangsters. No biggie, some just caused more of a commotion then others.
The group of soldiers had wandered into the living room slowly as Edward exchanged words with them. His upset and annoyance radiating off of his face, his newly tempered arm inconsistently twitching with impatience.
"What happened? Did the victim...you know..." Edward glanced at Granny and I; Alphonse smiled at us reassuringly. The Colonel shook his head.
"Nah, it was a hit and miss. But we managed to get a witness--"
The door flew open again and Sabine poured in, dazed and staring straight through the group. Straight at me with pleading, pathetic eyes.
"Winry, you have to help! Please!" She yelled, rushing in quickly and shaking all over. I panicked, feeling fear and worry and shock numb my mind and tongue. I barely managed to ask her what was wrong.
"It's Sadie." She whispered sadly, sinking to her knees and sobbing. "It's Sadie, Winry, she's gone."
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NICE! There are a lot of myserties in there, but I need to start answering some questions, right? With time, I suppose...Thanks again, guys!
--An Angel's Wings
