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Beware the time skips in this chapter...make sure you pay attention to the references to the time line or else you might be confused. If you ignore this warning, I won't take the time to explain it to you afterwards...enjoy and review XD

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Chapter 10

The snow began to fall almost as soon as Edward left his apartment. One of those nice 'soft snow's. The gentle, fat flakes were falling almost straight down with no wind to interrupt their chosen course to earth. Each addition to the previously fallen snow, made the landscape change once more, into a softer, kinder version of itself. Sticking out his tongue, he tried to catch one of the randomly falling flakes, and smiled as one fell on his tongue, tasting of cold and winter. As nice as this snow was, he was more then ready for spring.

Pulling his black winter jacket closer to his body, Ed set out to meet Russell and Fletcher at the train station. He wondered if Riza was going to be there, and how Russell would react to that. Things seemed to be progressing pretty hot and heavy between those two. Russell claimed to be all right with it, and Edward supposed that it seemed like he was...

Gripping the hand rail as he descended underground, Edward pulled off his glove and fished his wallet from his back pocket. Pulling out his metro pass, Edward swiped it through the reader and proceeded through the turn stile. The train was just pulling in as he stepped down to the platform. Strolling into the nearest car, Edward held onto the pole and sighed.

The letter he had gotten from his father today...it was a bit of a shock. A painful shock. Winry was getting married in the spring of 2008. Some Christmas present, thanks da... He almost called up Russell right then to cancel this little outing in order to nurse his breaking heart. He really didn't feel like being out in the public eye right now, but he had promised so long ago to go... He was used to hiding his feelings—he'd done it for years. Russell would never know the difference, and now he had nothing holding him back from sleeping with him, so then why did he feel like shit when he thought about it.

Lifting his head, Edward saw that he had two more stops before he reached the downtown core. Pushing aside all his conflicting emotions, he started to build up his mask until it was a flawless masterpiece of denial. By the time he had arrived at his stop, he was a cheerful young man again. He stepped off the train and crossed the platform to the stairs. Russell, Fletcher, and Riza were waiting for him at the entrance to the train station. Waving, he jogged the remaining distance and prepared himself for a long night.

Edward grunted as his back hit the wall behind him. He pulled at the body invading his personal space and then shoved it away only to attack it fiercely before it could find its footing again. He laced his fingers around the neck of his attacker and pulled it close to his face. His mouth came down hard on the other's lips, stealing the breath that wasn't there to begin with. Their tongues warred with each other, both looking for the upper hand that neither one wanted to give.

A rough hand worked its way under Edward's shirt, clawing into the flesh on his lower back. Edward moved forwards to press his body more firmly into the man in front of him. Another hand worked its way down to grip his ass and ground their erections together. Breaking the kiss, he threw his head back to moan his desire into the dark apartment.

"Edward...I wouldn't have ever thought that you would be this aggressive," Russell breathed, and ground his pelvis once more into the supple teenager.

With a flash of gold in the low light, Edward gripped onto Russell's shirt front, forcing him backwards towards the couch. Halfway there he decided that it was too far, and stuck his foot out and tripped Russell heavily to the floor. Landing on top of the taller man, Edward promptly attacked those swollen lips.

Breaking the kiss, Edward knelt on the floor, straddling Russell's pelvis. Tugging Russell's shirt out of his pants, he pushed the material up around the other man's throat, and leaned forward to claim a dark nipple. Teasing the small nub into erectness, Edward pulled the nipple in between his teeth, steadily squeezing his teeth together.

Russell groaned and worked his hands up and down the length of Edward's thighs, and then his back. Unable to take the assault anymore, Russell rolled them so that he was now on top. He was about to lean forward to ravish Edward's mouth again, but he stopped. It was like all the fight and desire had drained out of Edward.

Russell studied the prostrate form below him. There was a look on Edward's face that he had never seen before, full of sadness and weariness, but he had been so animated at supper tonight...too animated. He frowned at the man under him. Edward had never refused him like this. Reaching out to touch Edward's face caused those reflective eyes to focus on his hand and he stopped midway.

Edward let his head fall to the side, no longer able to meet Russell's gaze; denying Russell's questioning gesture. He released a ragged breath and could feel the pain from the shock of the letter coalesce in his throat. Of all the times for his da to finally tell him about Winry...

"Edward..." whispered Russell. He leaned forward and brushed at the long bangs covering the small blond's ear. "What is it? I want to help..."

"Russell..." choked Edward. He winched at his pain roughened voice. He thought that he had become stronger than this. Hadn't he worked hard for last six months for that very purpose? Wasn't he becoming more open and outgoing? Did he not excel in the martial arts? Gaining the equivalent of a black belt in such a short time. What the hell was it all for? The prize was now taken.

It seemed natural to throw himself at Russell now that he was free, but his heart wasn't in it, and neither was his body. He was only going through the motions, trying to drown his sorrow in sex; which apparently, didn't work very well since they had never gone beyond heavy petting and mutual masturbation.

Leaning on his elbows, Russell stroked Edward's face. "Edward, I'm here for you, but you're so far away. Do you want to talk about it?"

Closing his eyes, Edward weighed how telling Russell about Winry's wedding would affect his friend. Ultimately, he decided against divulging that.

"Okay, I won't push," Russell whispered once the silence stretched out. Rolling to the side, he pulled the smaller blond towards his chest, and with his head propped up by his hand, studied the young man who wouldn't meet his eyes.

After several minutes, Edward rolled his head back to look into Russell's searching face. Oh, how he wanted to bury his face into the other man's neck and be comforted, but that would send the wrong signal. He closed his eyes as Russell reached out to stoke his cheek and sighed. He couldn't do this anymore...it was too cruel to Russell, he knew that now.

"Are you going to dump me?" Russell asked. His voice was carefully neutral. He knew that someday they'd break up when Edward headed back home, but he had hoped to spend more together time with the man. The too quick flicker of burnished gold confirmed for him that Edward would indeed be ending this.

"I'm sorry..." Edward whispered, almost too low to be heard. "I...I just can't...be...what you want from me."

"I understand." Russell looked across the room to stare at nothing. "Edward...I've noticed...that you seem far away whenever I try to be close to you...is it because of that?"

'That' being the fact that he was currently seeing a man when he still carried a torch for a woman who didn't even know he was alive. Edward let his gaze fall to the hollow in Russell's neck. "Yes..." he breathed in answer.

"What you want to fix, won't happen here." Russell lifted his free hand and gestured around the room vaguely. "It'll happen here." Russell brought his hand back and placed it gently over Edward's heart. "Winry will get married and leave you behind, you have to find peace."

Snapping his gaze back up to Russell's, Edward wondered how he found out about that.

"There have been rumors in the papers for a while now...you never did work on reading French as much as you should have," Russell explained. Pushing himself into a setting position, he worked his feet under him and stood. Reaching down to the prone boy watching him from the floor, he pulled Edward to his feet. "I should go. Still friends?"

Edward couldn't bring himself to meet Russell's questioning look, and nodded at the floor. He felt a hand land on his shoulder for a moment and then Russell turned away. He couldn't bring himself to watch him leave either. As soon as he heard the door close, he forced his feet to move towards his bedroom, where he collapsed face down on the bed. All his conflicting emotions from earlier in the day were gone, and he was left strangely blank. His eyes fell on a patch of lamp light from the street. He stared at it unseeing and slowly his eyes closed as he drifted off to sleep.

"Not that I'm complaining, but what has gotten into you?" Ling let the air shield rest on the floor as he studied his prodigy.

Heaving a huge breath, Edward wiped at his brow with the sleeve of his martial arts uniform. "I just want to be ready. Come on, I can do some more drills." Edward motioned for Ling to hold up the air shield.

"Edward, I think you're pushing yourself too hard." At Edward's glare, Ling hastened to add, "Let's take a water break, for five minutes before continuing, okay?" Ling let the shield rest on the floor and he moved away to retrieve his water.

Edward pressed his lips, but moved towards his bag. Sitting on the floor, he pulled the top of his bottle up and shot a stream of water into his mouth. Leo and Rick were lounging on the far wall, watching him warily. They had stopped thirty minutes ago. Letting his gaze slide away, Edward rested his head into the wall and allowed his eyes to close.

Hearing a rustle of material, Edward kept his eyes closed as the spot beside him was occupied. He neither acknowledged nor ignored.

"Edward, what's bothering you?" Ling's voice asked quietly, denying Leo and Rick the ability to listen in.

"Nothing," Edward stated flatly. He cracked an eye and glanced sidelong at his instructor. Before he had received that letter he would never had dreamed of speaking in such manner to Ling. He was different now, he was stronger, and he had formed a hard center.

Ling raised an elegantly curved eyebrow at him in surprise.

"I'm outta here," Edward informed the room coldly. He threw his water bottle back into his bag and stood. He could feel three pairs of eyes watching him as he walked across the gym to put his boots on, and snatched his jacket off the peg by the door. He shoved his hands down the arms of his jacket and was out the door with out a backward glance.

The dry cold wind pulled at his braid and worked its way under his uniform, but Edward made no move to close his jacket or to hurry his tired pace. The night was made yellow by the street lamps lining the road; pockets of harsh light that made the compacted snow look dirty. He hadn't spoken to Russell for a week. He just couldn't face him yet. They had talked a little over the phone, but it was strained for Edward, so he hadn't bothered since. He just needed to sort things out on his own.

The trees were just starting to push forth the new delicate leaves in order to soak up the brilliant spring sunshine, as Edward walked beneath them. Glancing up into the twisted branches, he could pick out the daily changes going on around him—almost hourly. This time next year, Winry would be getting ready to be married, he'd be home, soon to be off again for the worlds.

Edward continued around the park, making his usual circuit before he would head out and down along the river, notebook in hand. He had started a journal shortly after his break up with Russell four months ago. One day he had found himself outside after getting fed up with hiding inside his apartment, and sick of being depressed. In his wanderings that day, he found himself wanting to record his thoughts as a way to sort out his tumbled mind, and found out that he really enjoyed the process. Everyday, rain or shine, he faithfully walked along the river front and through the park before making his way to his favorite spot to put his every thought into words in the blank pages of his note book.

Russell and he had come to an understanding about two months ago. They could now hang out again and go out to eat at his favorite deli. He was glad that Russell had been understanding enough to have given him time to come around rather then force the issue. Edward could now be around him without feeling uncomfortable or awkward. It had been lonely without his first friend around, but Ed needed to sort through his emotions from the news of Winry's wedding first before he could turn his attention to his feelings for Russell.

He could now see that he hadn't been comfortable in his own skin, but through his journal writing, he was starting to feel more 'whole' as he put to paper his past, his musings, his feelings...anything that he thought of went into that journal. He was even making peace with his un-reciprocated feeling towards Winry. Although, there were times, like when he was walking on this sunny day, that he wondered what she was up to at this very moment.

But his love for her seemed to be fading. It had to fade. He couldn't go on like this. It was slowly eating away at his soul. Someone out there was waiting for him, and that someone would be everything Winry wasn't. Now...how the hell would he find this person?

Roy strode through the house towards the back lawn looking for Pinako. He had to bring her up to date on the crisis currently taking place at the construction site of the new office tower for the Mustang-Hughes merger. Somehow the project mangers couldn't get their act together and decide how to deal with it on their own, so they called up Roy early on Saturday morning.

When he arrived at the site, slightly peeved at having been pulled out of bed for this, he found that construction had come to a stop. A few choice words got things back on track, but the underlying problem remained. Which was why he needed to get together with Pinako and discuss strategy with her.

The back lawn was a jumble of scurrying people staging the area for this evening's party; Winry's official engagement party. The Hugheses had insisted on having it at the Mustangs' saying that they had a much nicer lawn then they did. Roy stepped out onto the porch and scanned the chaos for his missing mother. He could think of better ways he could be spending his time rather than holding Maes' hand through this merger. The man seemed to delight in making him jump through hoops for his amusement.

"Roy, I'm surprised to see you here so early," said Winry, standing from her chair and alerting her brother to her presence.

"The joy's of being a CEO. I'm always on call for the 'big' problems," said Roy sardonically. Winry smiled, unapologetic for the fact that she didn't know what Roy had to deal with on a regular, daily basis.

"What do you make of all this?" She waved a hand holding a crystal glass full of scotch.

"I think it's great, what do you think about it?" asked Roy, moving to stand by his sister as they watched the chaos. He shoved one hand into his pants pocket and took the drink from Winry to sip at its contents before handing it back.

"I'm thinking about moving to a monastery," Winry deadpanned. She took a sip of her drink and surveyed the transforming lawn.

Chuckling, Roy looked down at Winry's relaxed stance. It didn't seem like she would really do something that drastic. "I'm really proud of you, you know," Roy said and threw an arm around Winry's shoulders pulling her into a quick embrace.

"It'll be you next," smiled Winry, blushing from the complement.

"I highly doubt that," Roy joked back. I would have to be seeing someone first, he finished in his head. Letting his arm drop, he put his other free hand in his pants pocket as well. "Have you seen Pinako?"

"She had to go to town for some sort of special linens for the tables," Winry said, waving her hand vaguely.

Nodding, Roy continued to watch the progress for a moment more before asking, "So, where's Al?"

"He got called back to the office, some emergency board meeting or something," said Winry, rolling her eyes and then smiling at Roy. "He said he'll be back in time for the party, tonight... So...how is the market treating us now that Virgin Mobile is now officially a part of the flock?" inquired Winry before taking a sip of her drink.

Roy looked over in shock. This was Winry, right? The very same woman who had taken a very expensive business degree, gotten thousands of dollars worth of the best education the country had to offer, and then turned her back on that and the company! The same Winry, who Roy suspected of never reading any of the daily reports that their mother slipped to her to keep her appraised of how the company's bottom line was doing?

"I love it when you talk dirty," Roy husked throwing his arm back around his sister's shoulders and giving her a sultry look.

"Oh, stop," laughed Winry, pushing Roy away. Roy chuckled happily and let himself be pushed away.

"Listen, if Pinako shows up anytime soon, send her my way, won't you? I'll be in the office." Roy patted Winry's shoulder and turned, walking back into the house.

May 24, 2008

Dear Da,

I'm writing to you from my favorite café just around the corner from my apartment. I often came here for my breakfast on the weekends. They have the best chocolate bread, and if I could get here early enough, it would just come out of the oven, and be all warm and melty. It's great, they have wonderful little tables just outside the front door. I always sit near the edge of the sidewalk so that I can see all the people walking by.

I'll probably be home before this gets to you, as my plane leaves tomorrow. I'm taking an earlier flight then planned just so I can surprise you. I got all sorts of neat things that I picked up during my two years here. A lot of it is for you and the girls. I got this really nice scarf for Patricia, but don't tell her!

The only bad news I have is that there seems to be some uncertainty if my plane ticket will be good. The carrier keeps changing its mind, one way or the other. Yes, they're still operating, now they're not. The papers are speculating that they'll go bankrupt. If that happens I won't be able to get my money back, most likely. I don't know what I'll do about it. Either way Ling, Rick and Leo will be headed to L.A., with or without me (they chose a different airline). That kinda sucks. I'll be sure to talk to you about this, since you said that if I came up short, you'd see about helping me make the difference. Don't worry about it if you can't, it's no big deal.

So now I'm just going to head out to visit all my old haunts one last time. I really love it here. Although I miss everyone back home, I think I'll always think of Paris as my real home, the place I come back too. I wish you could have come to visit while I was here; there are so many things I wanted to share with you.

I better wrap this up; I got a few more stops before I head home to finish up my packing. Don't worry about picking me up; I'm going to find my own way home.

Love,

Edward.

"Roy," Pinako called, letting her voice carry throughout the vast house.

"In here, mother," Roy called back. Roy could hear Pinako's pumps click across the wood floor as she crossed over to his office. Maes was baulking on some of the merger points. Really, the man was just trying to get Roy to jump through hoops for his amusement, he was sure.

"Roy, do you know where Winry's gotten off too?" Pinako asked once she had entered Roy's office.

Roy looked up as his mother strode into his office, and over to the window. He had taken to staying close to home as the wedding drew nearer for just this reason. After one day of constant calls from his mother, he'd had enough. Pinako was bombarding him with tasks to do beyond his work, and he just found it easier if he was here rather then at the office in the city.

"She went to town to pick up your birthday present, she was having it wrapped," answered Roy looking back down at the papers scattered across his old mahogany desk. What did the size of the bathrooms on the 12th floor have to do with the merger, that's what Roy wanted to know. It hardly seemed like a valid reason to throw a wrench into the progress they had made so far.

With a sigh, he picked up the blueprints and put them on the edge of the desk. The contractor had FedExed all the particulars to him earlier this afternoon; he lifted the file and began to compare the numbers with what he'd already calculated.

"Oh good, I wonder if I can reach her before she heads back. I need her to pick up my dress from the cleaners." Pinako moved to the other side of Roy's desk and picked up the phone to dial Winry's number.

"Yes...Okay, I will...yup...when I'm done here...don't worry, I'll pick it up...okay, bye." Winry clicked her cell closed and replaced it back into her purse. She took the large flat package from the clerk and nodded her thanks. Pushing open the door, she walked back out into the sunshine, and placed her sunglasses on her face. She waited for a break in the traffic before jogging across to her car parked somewhat haphazardly over the median.

Looking back at the oncoming traffic, her gaze settled on a man in a dark suit and sunglasses just stepping off the airport shuttle bus a little ways up from her car with a suitcase in hand. Without meaning to, Winry stopped dead in the middle of the street and stared at the vision of manhood in front of her. Starting at his head, with the wonderful, bright honey colored hair that was gathered back into a thick braid reaching down to his mid back, her eyes went down to his face; strong and angular with full, dreamy lips that quirked just so as he noticed her scrutiny. Further down, she drooled over his broad, obviously fit shoulders that filled out that dark suit handsomely, which lead her to the tapered waist and corded legs that the suit couldn't hide even if it wanted too.

A loud annoyed sounding honk from the car in front of Winry broke the spell, making her jump. Waving at the car in apology, Winry hopped up onto the median and placed her package in the back seat of her convertible M5 beamer (1), and openly stared again. It seemed as though her spaghetti strap tank top was really too much clothing, because the temperature seemed to have risen a few degrees in response to this god of men.

"Funny seeing you here. How have you been?" the mystery man asked, his voice pleasantly deep and resonating. He bent slightly and placed his suitcase on the ground.

Winry's breath caught in her throat, and felt her temperature rise again ever so slightly. "Good..." she managed, hesitantly. "And you?" Was this one of her past flings? How on earth did she let this one go? He was...intoxicating. She couldn't peel her eyes from the man's lips as he spoke.

"Very well." The man chuckled and put a hand in his pocket, looking very much at ease. "Are you headed home?"

"Er...yeah," agreed Winry, once more she hesitated. Why couldn't she place who this man was, and how he seemed to know her? They had to have been intimate, she just knew it.

"Well, that's convenient," the vision of very girl's ideal man said, quirking his lips up into a knee-collapsing smile.

"Um...did you...want a lift?" she asked, pointing to her car, not willing to take her eyes off of him. The way he said that, made her think he lived out towards the cape. If so, she should know who this was. She knew everyone, and she really wanted to know. She'd do anything she had to do keep this vision within sight.

"That would be nice," said the man, smiling.

Winry's heart melted right then and there. Unable to take it anymore, she had to know. "Do I know you?" she asked, tilting her head with her confusion. It was rude, of course, to forget and ask him so point blank, but she had to know!

The mystery man smiled enigmatically, and then laughed, his white teeth flashing in the sun. Winry smiled back, somewhat uncertain what her answer was. Motioning to her car, she opened the trunk with a click on her remote key chain, so the man could put his suitcase in the back.

She watched as he bent down, her eyes riveted to the man's body as it bent, and the suit pulled tight along his hips, and legs. The braid slid along his back and fell over his shoulder. She couldn't help the naughty thoughts that flooded her mind. She had never dated a guy with hair that long before; he lifted the case easily, despite how heavy it looked and dropped it in the back, closing the trunk with a soft click.

He climbed into the passenger side and looked up expectantly at Winry who was still standing by her door watching him. Giggling a little at the craziness of the whole scenario, Winry pulled the door open and started up the car. They drove out of town without saying anything more, other then for the man to direct Winry towards the point. Strangely that was where her house was, and once again Winry thought to probe for answers.

"So, I thought I knew all the handsome—eligible?" She looked over at the man, quirking her eyebrow, and he nodded. "—Men around here?" She smiled all the wider knowing that he was single. God, she wished he would take off those sunglasses. She could almost guess that he had the most dreamy eyes.

"I would've said that you knew more men then just around here," the man said, the humor evident in his voice.

"Well, you very obviously know me... You do know me, right?" asked Winry again. The man nodded his head and smiled again, flashing his teeth in his mirth. "So...ah, you're just returning from somewhere?" she asked.

"Yes, I've been away for awhile," said the man cryptically, and didn't elaborate any further then that, leaving Winry to puzzle out what that could mean.

"Um...so you haven't said what your name is," Winry pointed out, trying for the direct approach.

"No, I guess I didn't," the man smiled as Winry glanced over at him.

"OH COM'ON! Are you going to torture me? Give me a hint, I'm dying to know," Winry pleaded. She shifted in her seat so that she could see him easier, but still keep an eye on the road.

"Not on your life, this is too much fun," the man laughed at Winry and the pout she threw his way. "'Sides what would your fiancé say about you flirting with another man?"

If Winry didn't know any better, the man had most definitely looked down her top, and she made it her business to know these things. But she couldn't be one hundred percent sure, since he seemed to refuse to take off his glasses. "I don't know. Want to ask him?" Winry threw back, without thought. "Let's not talk about him, I want to know more about you."

"Oh, really?" the mystery man grinned wider, becoming slightly flushed. He seemed quiet pleased with that comment, making Winry smile. "There's your driveway," the man pointed out.

Winry's mouth dropped. "I was just going to say that—hey! Wanna come in for a drink?"

"That would be nice, thank you." The man inclined his head at her and looked ahead with a small smirk on his face.

Winry pulled into the drive a little too fast and speed down the lane. Halfway to the house, she had to slow down due to the party trucks lining the drive along one side.

"Having a party?" the man asked, looking around at the various catering trucks and party supplies being unloaded.

"Yeah, my mother's birthday is tonight," said Winry. She glanced over and watched the man for a moment before turning her attention back to the front.

The man hummed to himself; a small smile gracing his lips. "The parties here were always so beautiful," the man said wishfully, looking off towards the back lawn and the location of the party.

"Oh, have you been to one? How come I hadn't seen you before then?" asked Winry, truly puzzled now. Maybe it was because of his long hair. Maybe she did know him, and just didn't recognize him at he was now. She frowned as she tried to remember any and all blonds she dated, and still couldn't place who this man was.

"No, I've never been, but I...could see the lights from my window," said the man somewhat hesitantly. Winry glanced over quickly to see the wishful look on his face, but she had to look away in order to attend to her driving.

Parking the car in front of the house, the mystery man opened the door and glanced around at the house. She opened her door and came round the passenger side to stand by the man and continue their conversation. "Oh, well you've got to come tonight then," said Winry, touching his arm briefly.

"I'd like that very much," he said, pulling off his sunglasses finally. The pink was a little bit stronger now as she stood in front of him.

If she wasn't already a puddle of goo over his man, she was as soon as he removed his sunglasses. Those topaz colored eyes flashed with emotion as he looked intently at her. "Can you tell me your name now? The suspense is killing me."

"Winry, Pinako's looking for you," Roy called across the drive as he walked out of the house carrying a tube case under his arm. "She wants you to bring up her dress as soon as you can."

Winry waved him off and continued to wait for the man's answer. She watched the man's eyes dart over to her brother.

"Hello, Edward," greeted Roy, lifting the trunk of the car, placing the black plastic tube inside.

"Edward? Where?" asked Winry, flabbergasted and bewildered. Her eyes widened and she looked the man in front of her up and down. It was true that Edward did have blond hair...

"Have a good time in Paris?" inquired Roy. He straightened up and looked across at his sister and the now grown man beside her.

"You're Edward?" She put heavy emphasis on the man's name, in her shock.

"Uh...Yeah...thanks, how are you, Roy?" mumbled Edward, his eyes flickered over to Roy again as he answered, and squirmed under Winry's shocked gaze.

"Edward..." Winry was openly appraising Edward in a new light. Her gaze took in his hair, and new height—almost as tall as her without her heals on—down across the broad chest and tapered waist, and down to his legs and all the way back up. Who would have thought that the shy kid was this vision standing in front of her now?

"Why does she keep saying your name?" asked Roy, frowning at the way his sister was acting.

"Um...I should go...er...say...hi to my da. Thanks for the drive." Edward replaced his sunglasses and moved towards the garage, making a hasty retreat. "I'll pick up my bag later," he called over his shoulder before slipping behind one of the party trucks lining the drive and slipping out of sight.

"Winry!" Roy snapped, making his sister jump and turn to look at him sheepishly. "No!" He recognized that hungry look. It was just before she went and did something stupid that he would have to then pay off someone a handsome amount of money to make sure someone kept their mouths shut.

"I wasn't—"

"No!" Roy reasserted, raising his eyebrows at her in warning. "Hurry up and get Pinako's dress to her before she kills one of the staff," order Roy.

Turning back to the garage, Winry ignored the look Roy was giving her. "I think I forgot it..."

-- To be continued --