Author's Note:
Well this is my first attempt at Winry and Pinako, so I may fail miserably. Tell me if I do, ne? In a nice way though :)
I know this is a REALLY long chapter, but the next one will be shorter, I promise.
Well, enjoy! :D
LOSGAP =D
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And this is who I am when
When I don't know myself
Anymore
This is what I choose when
It's all left up to me.
"Breathe Into Me", Red.
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Finally. I think in relief as I sink down onto the train bench, scooting over to the window as Ed slides in next to me, Al sitting down across from us.
"So we're off to Winry's then?" I ask as the train starts to move, unconsciously moving a hand to my thigh as with a jolt the train starts to pick up speed.
"Yeah." Ed crosses his arms behind his head and leans back in his seat, closing his eyes and sighing. "She's gonna kill us all." He grimaces and I nod in silent agreement.
"Well it's better then hobbling around or using just one hand for everything." I point out, glancing at his missing hand reflexively. He scowls. "She's gonna give me grief about that." He says, holding up the stump and glaring at it, as though blaming it for the hand falling off. Looking closely, I could see a nick in the metal- he'd probably taken a bullet to the wrist and hadn't noticed.
"She's going to give us grief for everything." I reply. "Me sticking my neck out for you, you being a total moron and getting yourself shot…"
"Hey, how was that being a moron?!" Ed protests furiously. I raise an eyebrow. "You took a bullet for a useless old girl like me- therefore it was moronic." He glares at me and I glare right back.
"Wait," Al says suddenly. "Ed, you took a bullet for her?" We both glance over at him, I suddenly realizing Al has no clue what happened that night.
I look out the window, not offering a reply- Ed stares at the table, mumbling a response. "What?" Al leans forward, and I wonder suddenly if his hearing is just as good as a human even though he has no ears- it was definitely something to think about.
I tune out Ed's response as I stare out the window, watching the world fly by, unable to pick out a single detail in the blur of twilight's muted colors. "Wow." Al sounds surprised. "So that's why you two have been acting so funny lately." He says and I turn to him in surprise. "What?" Ed and I demand in unison. "How have we been acting funny?!" We both glare at each other, annoyed when we spoke at the same time.
"I don't know." Al shrugs. "Just different. You haven't been fighting as much." He points out. "I won't pick a fight with a patient of mine." I snort, crossing my arms.
"How am I your patient?!" Ed demands. "Hey, don't forget I saved your life, I took care of you while you got better, and I kept those dumb ass doctors from frying your brain." I say smugly. Ed scowls at me. "But I saved your life first." He points out haughtily. "I own you now."
Al groans as Ed and I launch into another battle, neither of us willing to admit we owed the other something. "I should have just kept my mouth shut." He moans.
OOO
When we come to a long road, Ed marches off happily with Al at his side while I stare down it in horror. It's endless.
"You coming?" Ed asks, pausing and glancing over his shoulder. I bite my lip. "Yeah." I say after a moment. "I'm coming."
Ed and Al wait for me to catch up and I walk in between them, keeping a wary eye out for stones and bumps in the road, not trying to keep up a conversation. It was just as well- Ed and Al both seemed lost in their own little worlds, staring around the landscape.
"Are you ok Memarie?" Al asks abruptly after a short while and I blink in surprise, lifting my head to glance up at him. "I'm fine." I grunt just as my right crutch lands on a loose stone.
Al somehow manages to catch me as I pitch forward, gasping in pain at the searing pain exploding in my thigh. For a moment I saw stars.
"No you're not." Al says sternly and suddenly, I'm airborne.
I let out a genuinely scared shriek and wave my arms in the air as I find myself seven feet off the ground. "PUT ME DOWN DAMN IT!"
Ed looks up in amusement as Al calmly hoists me onto my back as I stare around fearfully, completely unused to being so high.
"I thought you weren't afraid of anything." Ed smirks, reminding me of one of the first things I had said to him. It felt like an eternity ago. I scowl down at him. "I've never been up this high." I hiss. "I'm uncomfortable, not afraid." I lie blatantly.
"Liar." Ed calls my bluff and I roll my eyes, not offering a response. "It's better then walking." Al says as he moves off and I squeak, my arms, wrapped under his, tightening to the point that if he'd been human I probably would have snapped both his shoulder blades. Al chuckles.
"Like I've told you before," He said. "It's OK to be scared."
"I'm not scared." I say stubbornly, turning my head away from Ed's smug smirk and shutting my eyes tight.
Once I got over the mind-numbing terror of being up in the air, the even rhythm of Al's footsteps almost became soothing, the gentle murmur of the wind around me a quiet lullaby as I slowly relaxed my grip on Al's arms, slipping into sleep.
OOO
I jerk awake to sound of screaming and cursing.
"ED! YOU JERK! I TOLD YOU TO CALL BEFORE YOU CAME!"
I growl deep in my throat and turn my head, rubbing my cheek where I can feel a dent was left from Al's armor and stare blearily ahead. "Wha…? Oh. Winry. Hello." I lift a hand in a sleepy wave when I noticed Winry and Ed facing off, Ed with a rather wrench-shaped bruise on his cheek.
For a moment Winry just stared at me. "Memarie?" Her voice was shocked. I grin. "The one and only." I reply, attempting to slip off Al and my still-asleep legs decided to betray me, letting me fall flat on my back in the dirt.
"Well, that's an impressive entrance." I remark. "Little help Al?" I hold out a hand straight in the air and Al happily helps me to my feet, handing me my crutches so I can lean on them while I look at Winry.
Her face, once wide open with shock was now closed and angry. "Your leg." She said flatly. "You broke it, didn't you?"
I was suddenly very, very afraid. I'd forgotten just how horrible Winry could be in her wrath.
"Hell hath no wrath like a mechanic scorned." I mutter, earning a snicker from Ed and a glare from Winry.
"I have half a mind to beat your head in." Winry's voice shook with rage, tightening around the wrench in her hand. Al and Ed took a step back.
"But I'm just so glad to see you!" I was suddenly bowled over in rather over-excited mechanic love, smothered in her apparent glee. "I've missed you like crazy!" She squeals.
"Missed you too." My voice came out faint and she pulled up, looking down in concern. "You ok?"
It was hard to gather my words- the pain in my leg, which she was currently bending the really wrong way, was stealing my breath away.
"Memarie? Quit zoning out!" Winry snapped. "Uh Winry I think you're hurting her…" Al says worriedly and Winry immediately hopped off. "Why didn't you say so?" She demands, offering me a hand. After a long moment I take it, closing my eyes tight as I return my leg to the right position- Winry's eyes widen at the audible crack with which it straightens.
"I think we should skip the greetings and go look at your auto mail." She says, eyeing my leg and I nod tightly, following her on unsteady legs to the house, Ed and Al close behind.
OOO
I sat on Winry's examination table of sorts in a pair of shorts I'd borrowed from her, watching her examine my leg with a worried expression.
"I don't know how you haven't sawed off your leg by now." She shook her head and I chuckle. "It's been tempting." I admit and Ed gives me a hard look but didn't say anything. I raise an eyebrow at him but don't press it, turning my attention back to Winry.
"Well, I'm glad you came in- you've overdue for replacement auto mail, this is all way too short. And as for this leg," She tapped my injured leg and I wince. "The metal's so warped right here it's pinching a nerve every time you move it, sometimes several- you've gotta be in agony!" She exclaims. "We'll get this off right away." She assures me, hurrying to go get her tool box.
Ed stands up and I look over in surprise as he glares at me. "Agony?" He repeats, sounding livid. "Why didn't you tell me?" He demands.
I raise my eyebrows. "Since when do you care about whether or not I'm in pain?" I ask, completely confused by his behavior. He's almost trembling now. "Of course I care!" He snaps. "I'm your friend, damn it, and I can't believe you came to the hospital every damn day when you were hurting this bad!"
His concern about my well-being was both touching and infuriating, but at this moment it was mostly the latter.
"I came because I wanted to see you!" I snap back at him. "Did you think I was just going to lie around in bed all day while you were in the hospital?!" I snarl. "Like you just said, we're friends! Friends don't abandon each other because of something as stupid as a sore leg!" I felt like throwing something at Ed to make him understand. He looked like he was thinking the exact same thing. Finally he just turned and stormed from the room, slamming the door behind him.
Al, the only one left in the room, gave me a bewildered look before he finally decided to follow his brother and I was left alone, seething with rage and wondering why tears were spilling onto my clenched fists.
OOO
I did something completely out of character after Ed and Al left.
I told someone how I felt.
"A-and he just drives me so crazy sometimes!" I exclaim and Winry nods, smiling slightly to herself as she finally undoes the last screw and removes my leg. I let out a relieved sigh and close my eyes, unable to express my relief.
"Better?" Winry asks, leaning back and looking at me with more then just a little concern. I smile back at her, though my lips tremble. "A lot." I admit. "Not just about the leg." She adds, and I nod. "I know."
She's silent for a minute as she goes to work on the other one, before she finally says. "He'll get over it."
I glance at her, trying to hide the hope in my voice. "You think so?"
"I know so." Her smile grows soft, her eyes distant. "We've fought a lot, usually over dumb things, kinda like this." She laughs quietly, picking up a screw she's undone and setting it aside. "He tends to overreact, but I think you know that by now." She grins and I laugh, furious at how it catches in my throat. "I think we have that in common." I say, wiping away a stray tear. "Damn it I don't even know why I'm crying." I scowl. Angry, hot tears kept leaking out of the corners of my eyes, making me angrier and increasing the problem- I hadn't cried in years, but the first time Ed seemed genuinely furious with me I was reduced to this.
Damn that midget.
"Ed has that effect on people." Winry says wisely. "Especially us girls." I frown down at her, suddenly wary. If she pulls an Al and accuses me of liking him…
"He's just too soft-hearted for his own good sometimes." She chuckles quietly. "He just doesn't know how to show he cares though, and it tends to backfire like this."
She's in love with him. I realize as she works, a small smile on her face as she continues talking about Ed. Suddenly I felt dirty. Like somehow I was trespassing, stealing away a man she obviously cared deeply for.
Wait, what am I talking about? I thought in surprise. I don't even like that little pipsqueak. It'll be fine. At least Ed's lucky enough to have a girl like Winry who cares about him.
OOO
Pinako came home just in time to help Winry and I with dinner- the little old woman looked at me calmly before telling me to hand her the spatula, since I was apparently ruining the food.
Nothing fazes her. I think in admiration, glancing at her out of the corner of my eye. I adored Pinako. She was like the grandmother I'd never had.
I hear the door open and shut and stiffen, the pan in front of me suddenly very interesting as I hear the unmistakable sound of armor stepping into the room, followed by much lighter footsteps. They brought the scent of rain with them.
"Edward and Alphonse! You're getting mud all over the floor!" Pinako snaps, not even looking up. I hear a short apology and retreating footsteps before the slam of a door. Ed and Al must have left the room.
"Babies." Winry sighs. "I'll go see about his hand." She said, leaving the kitchen. "I'll clean off the mud before it dries." I say, sighing as I grab a towel and kneel over the mess in front of the door, relieved to see at least Ed had removed his boots before tracking it all over the house.
"Idiot." I scowl as I scrub the already drying mud, taking out my anger on the floor.
"Keep that up and you're going to dig a hole in the floor." Pinako says and I blink, realizing I've been scrubbing the same place spotless for a while. "Sorry." I mutter, moving on to another spot.
"You and Ed fighting?" Pinako asks after a while and I sigh. "Yeah." I say shortly, hoping she'd leave it at that.
"When did you three start traveling together?" She questions and I frown thoughtfully. "Um a few months ago." I say finally, and she chuckles quietly. "I never would have thought you three would end up together." She says, sounding faintly amused.
"You're a military dog now?" She asks and I nod tightly, forgetting she had her back to me. She must have taken my silence as a yes because she sighs. "Never would have thought that would happen either." This time she sounds regretful.
Maybe that was one of the reasons I loved Pinako so much. I'd told her everything- she's the only person never to judge me for what I have done. Even Winry doesn't know.
"Have you told them?" She asks softly and I stiffen. "No." I say flatly. "I don't plan on it." I grunt, attacking a stubborn scuff mark.
"They deserve to know." She says as I straighten, done with the task. I turn to her, not sure what to say when she suddenly bawls over her shoulder. "Supper's ready!"
There's a bang from the next room and a loud curse from Winry- Ed had probably tried to leave in the middle of her working. I snort with laughter as I help Pinako set the table, feeling a little of my anger at him leaving. It was so hard to stay mad at him.
OOO
After a very awkward, quiet dinner, we sat in silence at the dinner table, Winry and I clearing the table as Pinako smoked her pipe. Winry and I notice something at the same time and we both froze, our expressions turning from neutral to evil in a second.
"Edward." We both say calmly, and Ed stiffens. "You didn't drink your milk."
I'd never seen Ed look so terrified.
"You get the milk," I say calmly to Winry. "I'll wrangle the midget."
"WHO'RE YOU CALLING SO SMALL HE RIDES ON THE BACK OF A GRASSHOPPER?!" Ed shrieks as I tackle him, knocking him to the floor and sitting on his chest, smirking down at him happily.
"Now Ed, remember what I did last time?" I ask as Winry comes up by his head, her eyes flashing. "Maybe the words 'holy friggin' shit it BURNS' refreshes your memory?" I smile sweetly and he shudders.
"What did you do to him last time?" Winry asks and I smirk at the memory. "Dumped it down his pants." I shrug nonchalantly. She grins. "I like that idea. Let's do it!"
OOO
Well, needless to say, Ed hated both of us for a while after that.
It gave Winry and I some more girl time though while she examined my arms, both of us talking about nothing in particular. It was good to have a girl to talk to again. I missed the easy closeness and bond all teenage girls share- Winry and I had bonded when I'd first met her, and I hadn't realized just how much I missed her.
"When are you going to leave?" Winry asks, remembering last time. I flinch at the misery in her voice. She knew I couldn't stay long. "Probably right after I get my auto-mail." I admit quietly. "I'm sorry, Winry."
Her smile grows soft. "Just like last time?" She asks and I shake my heard urgently. "Of course not. I'll say goodbye this time." I promise her. "Good. Because if you don't I'll track you done and wrench you." She says seriously and I laugh.
OOO
"Man I hate these new legs." I scowl as I walk around unsteadily on the grass, a displeased frown upon my face. "It's like walking on stilts."
Den, my only audience, whines once and thumps his tail on the grass, panting happily. I flop down in the grass beside him, scratching him behind the ears. "You're such a good boy." I croon, and Den rolls over and begs for a belly rub, wriggling around on the grass.
"I wouldn't have pegged you as a dog person." I jump as Ed comes up behind me, my entire body reacting to his presence. Every nerve seemed to pin-point his exact location as the hairs on the back of my neck stood straight up and my muscles tensed.
I don't respond, and Den whines softly, reacting to the tension in the air. Ed clears his throat. "Uh Pinako said she needed some stuff from the market and asked me to go- you want to come?"
"Why? Do you want me to come?" I reply, watching as Den stands up and shakes himself, glancing between us with worried eyes.
Ed's silent, and after a moment I roll my eyes, turning toward him. "I'll come, but only because I'm bored out of my ever-loving mind. Doesn't mean I forgive you for blowing up at me yesterday." I say warningly, falling into step beside him. He scowls at me. "You blew up at me too." He snorts.
"Self-defense!" I protest. "You were the one who just started attacking me for no reason." I say, glaring at the ground.
"I had a reason!" Ed snaps. "You were being an idiot." I stop dead and turn to stare at him. "Call me an idiot one more time. I dare you." I growl, crossing my arms and glowering at him. Ed gulps and avoids my eyes, hurrying on down the road.
"Let's just forget yesterday ever happened." He mutters after a tense minute of silence. "OK?"
"Calling a truce?" I ask after a moment, eyeing him warily. Well, he wasn't saying sorry, but at least I didn't have to apologize. After all, I wasn't wrong. "Yeah. Truce. Whatever." He shrugs, holding out a hand. After a moment I shake it, still not too happy with him.
"So where's Al?" I ask after a minute and a shadow flickers in Ed's eyes. "Visiting our mom." He says quietly and I almost regret asking. "Oh." I look away, knowing not to press. It was clear Ed's past was a touchy subject, and I could relate. Besides, digging into his past would make him want to dig into mine.
I want to ask if he's going to visit her, but maybe he already has- while he and Al disappeared yesterday, maybe they went to her grave? I wasn't going to ask.
"How's your leg?" Ed asks suddenly, distracting me from my thoughts. "It's fine now that my auto-mail's gone." I reply. It wasn't the whole truth, I was still a bit sore, but it would probably be fine by the time we got back to Central.
Ed nods and we walk in silence a bit longer; I can see the beginnings of a small town in the distance.
"I need to get some things in town too, so I'm glad we came." I say as Ed lifts his head a bit higher, seeing the town also. "What are you getting? Doctor… things?" He asks, hesitating at the end. I laugh at that. "Though I don't call them 'doctor things', yes, that's what I need. I need to change your bandage again tonight." I point out and he grimaces. "Again? Can't I just do it myself?" He mutters, scowling. He hated it, though it only took a minute and was pretty painless.
"No." I say firmly. "You'd probably give yourself toxic shock with the medication or rip a stitch out, with your luck."
"No I wouldn't!" Ed protests, and I roll my eyes. "Sure you wouldn't." I reply as we pass the first store, a barbershop. "OK I'll go get my things, you go get what Pinako needs and we'll meet here, ok?" I ask, coming to a halt. He nods and wanders off, his hands in his pockets. I watch him go, aware of the slight smile crossing my features. At least we weren't fighting anymore- besides, a truce was probably the closest to an apology I would ever get from Ed.
OOO
"Ed! ED! Look what I got!" I wave my bag in the air with excitement, bouncing in place. Ed looks worried as I skip over to him, an excited grin plastered on my face. "The pharmacy here is amazing! I thought since this was such a little town it would have crap but it turns out they have some awesome stuff! Look!" I rummage through my bag and pull out a small black leather case, rather like an eyeglass case. Ed gave me a long look. "I give up. What is it?" He finally says. "A syringe case!" I practically squeal, flipping it open and revealing a brand-new syringe. Ed takes a step back.
"Oh, just look at the neatly printed measurements, the shine of the needle, and the gleaming rubber of the plunger!" I gush, admiring it in the sun.
"You're insane." Ed shook his head as he wanders off, I trotting along happily just behind him. "But look! I got lots of other neat stuff too!" I say, carefully putting it away. "Though I must say the syringe is the highlight of the trip. It's perfect traveling size."
"Why the hell are you taking a syringe with you?" Ed asks, giving me a wary look. "You never know when you'll need one." I reply mysteriously. "Besides, with the neat little case I won't accidentally stab myself." I say and Ed raises his eyebrows. "You mean you've carried around one before?" He demands in disbelief. "Maybe." I reply with a shrug, swinging the bag happily at my side.
Ed just shakes his head.
OOO
"So you're still doing the doctor thing?" Winry asks as I drag Ed to the living room, insisting he let me demonstrate for Winry.
"Of course." I reply. "Allow me to demonstrate the art of restraining an unruly patient." I say, tossing Ed onto the couch. "AL! Come sit on your brother!" I bawl over my shoulder and Al appears.
"I don't need restraining." Ed scowls, shooing away his brother, who just looks amused and sits down precariously on the arm of the couch as I sit down next to Ed. "Take off your shirt."
Ed, looking annoyed and a little embarrassed, obeys, revealing the large bandage on his side. "Just a scratch." I assure Winry before she can bash our heads together or something.
"Yup! Just a scratch!" Ed chuckles somewhat nervously and Winry's expression darkens, but at least she doesn't assault us as I carefully peel away the bandage, lowering my head to examine it.
"So what are you doing now?" Winry asks, leaning over my shoulder as we both violate Ed's personal bubble, our heads bent close a few inches from his side. Al giggles at the sight of this but is silenced by Ed's dirty look.
"Checking for infection." I say, poking the flesh on the side of the stitches. "Does that hurt?" Ed shakes his head, staring unhappily at the ground between his feet. "Hurry it up." He grumbles.
"All right Mr. Cranky Pants." I mutter, pulling out the peroxide and a cotton pad, dabbing a small amount on it as I carefully clean off the long line running down Ed's side.
"How did he get that anyway?" Winry asks, tilting her head curiously. "Oh you know. He's a klutz." I say absentmindedly, careful not to apply too much of the stinging liquid, seeing no point in hurting Ed.
"It doesn't matter if Ed gets hurt anymore," Al says, preventing Winry from pursuing the subject. I flash him a grateful look as he presses on. "Memarie can heal him, just like that." He says and Winry brightens. "Really?" She asks eagerly. "I mean I remember you saying you could heal yourself but I always thought it was just simple doctor stuff. Do you use alchemy then?" Winry sounds fascinated. An understanding look crosses Ed's face and I wonder about it, but don't ask as I apply the new bandage. "Yeah, I do." I reply,
patting it in place and pulling back. "All better." I say as he pulls his shirt back on.
"Here, I'll show you." I say, clapping my hands and passing it over my index finger, transmuting a small blade. "What are you doing?" Winry asks nervously as I pull my shirt up. "Relax." I say, not flinching as the blade flashes over my stomach. Ed flinches though at the line of fresh blood welling up as I clap my hands again.
"Watch." I say, glancing at Winry as I press my hands to the cut, neatly knitting together the broken skin and blood vessels.
"You see the key is," I say as the room is suddenly bathed in the blue glow of alchemy, "that you have to know what a body is made of. Like if Ed tried to do this he'd hurt himself, because he doesn't know what he's putting back together. But since I've been studying medicine for years I know exactly where these veins are, where they lead, and what composes my skin- he could tell you what a human body is made out of, component wise, but he can't tell you the shape of a skin cell, the exact pigment of blood, etc." I say as I pull my hands back, revealing the freshly healed skin.
"She's right." Ed admits. "We know exactly what makes up a human body." Al puts in, his voice sounding a bit melancholy. "But not how to fix one." Ed finishes quietly.
The air in the room became thick and profound, almost tangible; I felt suddenly heavy, as though I couldn't lift a finger if I tried.
"I'm gonna get some air." I say, clearing my throat awkwardly as I stood up to leave, quietly shutting the door behind me and breathing the crisp air in deeply, closing my eyes.
I hated it when the brothers suddenly got like that, but with Winry in the room, it was worse- somehow I knew that she knew their secret. For some reason seeing an understanding look pass between her and Ed made me feel like I was suffocating.
"Beautiful sunset." Pinako comments and I open my eyes again, seeing her standing by the staircase, smoking her pipe, Den by her side.
"It is." I agree as I came up beside her, running a hand over Den's head. "I'm going to take a walk, in case anyone asks." I say, heading down the steps. "All right. Take care." Pinako says and I lift a hand in a wave, acknowledging her silently as I walk down the dusty road.
OOO
I don't know where I'm headed, only that I keep walking, wanting out of that stuffy house and away from the Elric's troubles.
But I couldn't shake them off so easily; they clung to my mind like cobwebs, always there, always wanting to be examined and revealed for what they really were.
What happened to those boys? I wonder as the dust turns to grass, then to sand and suddenly I'm staring at my reflection in a river.
"What happened?" I whisper to my reflection. She offers no response, looking back up at me helplessly. I look up at the sky in front of me, seeing the beginning of nightfall directly in front of me, inky black smudged against brilliant red with a few stars scattered across the horizon.
"Do you really want to know?" I watch my reflection stiffen in surprise before I turn to face Ed, wondering why he came after me.
From where he's standing, the sun is framing him, encasing him in a golden glow so that it was almost hard to look at him. We stood there, two opposites, one with the night behind them, the other with the sun. I couldn't help but think it was fitting, him with his bright eyes, and I with my shadows.
"I said, do you want to know?" He repeats, his gaze serious. I swallow hard, then nod. "Yes." I say quietly.
Unexpectedly, he comes towards me, step by step until he is at my side, staring off at the night, watching it approach. His eyes have ghosts in them again.
"When Al and I were kids, a plague came through here." He says quietly. "Our mom died from it." He doesn't look at me, doesn't pause to wait for me to comfort him, but keeps going. "All we wanted was to see her smile again." I can barely hear him, but when he finishes I suck in a breath, realizing what must have happened.
No…
He turns towards me finally. "We tried to bring her back from the grave." His eyes were like golden ice, fixing me with a hard look, waiting for me to judge him. "We committed the taboo. Human transmutation.
"But we failed. Al lost his body, and I lost my leg." He looks away again, back towards the approaching darkness. "I sacrificed my arm and bound his soul to a suit of armor." He lets out a quiet sigh. "That's why we want the Stone. We want our bodies back to normal." He turns towards me again, but his eyes are different. The ice had melted slightly, and I could glimpse the warmth underneath again.
"Ed…" I shook my head. "I wish I knew what to say." I really, really wished I did. What could I say? "Sorry for your loss?" "Sorry you committed a taboo?" Edward didn't want apologies.
"Don't say anything." Ed shrugs. "But now you have to tell me what really happened to your limbs." He says, and I stiffen. "I don't buy that was just an accident. You can do alchemy without a transmutation circle, and I only know one other person then me who can do that."
His gaze isn't accusing, nor is it pitying, just sympathetic. He knew. "You broke the taboo too, didn't you?"
OOO
Author's Note:
Gah I know, evil cliffie.
Well all I can say really is the next chapter will be up soon, so don't kill me!!! *flees*
LOSGAP =D