10: Trouble in Resembool

Asher's P.O.V. (still)

my heart beat furiously and my mind refused to work. One phrase kept running in neurotic circles inside my now empty brain- Ed was kissing me. He broke away and I started breathing again. It was ragged and shaky but hey, air was getting into my lungs and that made me happy.

"Morning." Ed smiled. I couldn't help smiling back. Shock crossed his face and he sat up quickly. "Oh god, I'm not dreaming." he mumbled, half to himself.

"Ed?" I asked, sitting up.

"I'm soooo sorry! I honestly thought I was dreaming! If I had known I was awake I wouldn't have d--" he stopped, mostly because of me. I mean, I'm no expert, but It's gotta be kinda hard to talk when someone's kissing you. I felt his shoulders relax underneath my hands and his arms wrapped around my waist. I pulled my lips away and rested my forehead against his.

"Don't be. I've been waiting for that since
the moment I met you." I confessed, gazing into his golden eyes. His arms tightened and we sat there in each others' embrace. After a few moments I looked at our surroundings. "Where are we?" I asked. Ed pulled away and looked around the room.

"Oh, we're at auntie Pinako's house. She took care of me and Al after our mom died." Ed explained, recognizing the decor in the room. "This is the room I usually stay in when I have Winry fix my automail... crap." He muttered, remembering something. Someone stomped down the hallway and kicked the door open. Something shiny and silver was chucked at Ed. I instinctively pushed myself away from him, putting him in the line of fire, so to speak. A wrench hit him square in the face.

"ED!!" a tall blond with blue eyes screamed. "How many times have I told you to stay out of trouble?!" she raged.

"Winry, it wasn't his fault!" Al appeared by the door.

"Then it was you!!" she turned on me.

"Hey, I'm the one who saved his sorry ass!" I said defensively. The blond instantly softened.

"Oh, then you're Asher. I'm Winry Rockbell, Ed's automail mechanic." she shook my hand, glaring at Ed, who cringed. "You, come downstairs later." she ordered before walking away.

"Ugh..." Ed groaned, dropping his head onto my shoulder. He sighed deeply and his warm breath sent shivers down my spine.

"There, there." I comforted him, patting his head. "It's okay."

"No. it's not. I'm gonna be limbless for a few days and I won't be able to do anything..."Ed whined.

"Never meddle in the affairs of dragons, for you are crunchy and good with ketchup." I quoted a plaque Myra had in her room in America. "Reference to Aya." Ed chuckled.

"Hey, Asher?" he asked.

"What?" I responded. He blinked and his eyelashes tickled my skin.

"I can see perfectly down your shirt." he said. I socked him in the side of his head and fixed my weirdly twisted shirt. I firmly crossed my arms across my chest and looked away, blushing insanely. I happened to look out the window. The sky was growing very dark, though it was only seven in the morning. I felt the air shift and I stood up quickly. I rushed to the window and opened it, leaning out to get a better look. An unearthly purple light was forming in the sky, and another one under the house.

"Oh, crap." I muttered.

"Asher?" Ed asked, worried.

"We have to get out, now." I ordered, grabbing his wrist as he stood up and dragging him out of the room.

"What's going on?" he asked, starting to panic.

"We have to get everyone outside, now!!" I cried. "Meet me outside when everyone is a safe distance away!!" I dashed outside into a clear spot in a field. I peered up at the sky, watching the rip grow larger.

"Asher, what's going on?" Ed asked again, running up to me.

"It's a dimensional breach! Something, very large judging by the size of the rip, is coming from another dimension, and it's going to land on the house." I explained briefly. "I'm going to stop it, so I want you to get behind me and support me!!" I yelled as the rip opened. Wind whipped wildly around us.

"What do you mean by support?" Ed asked. Now is NOT the time to be a dumb blond...

"Just stand behind me and brace my shoulders or something!!" I growled, glaring at him. He squeaked and obeyed, placing his hands on my shoulders and spreading his legs to brace himself.

In a blinding flash of white light, something hurtled out of the sky right at us. I summoned all my psychic power and thrust it against what I now saw was a fighter jet plane, greatly damaged as if it had just been shot down. I forced all my power against the plane, slowing it down before it rammed into us. I spread my legs and pushed the plane back, which wasn't easy cuz those things are heavy! Ed's grip on my shoulders tightened as the psychotic winds made us slide back a little on the wet grass. I planted my feet and, as gently as I could, lowered the plane onto an open space on the field. When it landed, everything died down and went back to normal. I fell forwards onto my knees, completely drained, Ed falling over me and sprawling on the grass.

"Brother!!" Al cried, clanking insanely as he ran over. I panted heavily and stood up. I walked, well, more like stumbled, over to Ed and offered him my hand.

"Nice job." I praised him. He chuckled dryly and took it, pulling himself up and brushing off his pants.

"I never want to do that again." He said
firmly. I giggled.

"I can't guarantee anything." I replied.
"Let's see what we got." I walked over to the plane and climbed up onto it. Bullet holes ravaged the surface and the glass dome over the pilot's head. I managed to open it and get the pilot out. He was alive, but badly shot in the head. "We'll need to get him to a doctor!" I called, pointing to the unconscious pilot. Al came over and took him out of his place in the cockpit.

"I'll take care of that." a small old woman with a funky ponytail offered. I smiled.

"Thank you. I'm Asher, by the way." I responded.

"Pinako." she said before taking off with Al. I returned to inspecting the plane.

Ed's P.O.V.

Asher crawled over the plane like a monkey, inspecting everything. A wrench hit me in the back of the head.

"Look what you did to my beautiful automail!" Winry yelled. She held up my arm and pointed to it. "I'm gonna have to make completely new ones!!" I looked at my arm. It was a messed up pile of metal barely resembling an arm now. I grinned sheepishly.

"sorry?" I offered. Winry dropped her toolbox on my head and started taking my arm off.

"Hey, Winry?" Asher asked, popping up next to us.

"yeah?" Winry responded. Sure, she's nice to her, but I get treated like crap.

"Do you have an extra set of tools I could borrow?" Asher asked, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. The metallic silver looked really pretty in the sunlight. I never saw her without her hat and she looked nice with her hair gently swirling around her face. Did I seriously just think that?

"Yeah, why?" Winry asked, puzzled like me.

"I'm gonna try to fix the plane." Asher said bluntly. We stared at her. She blinked.