Chapter 12
Edward's POV
My first complete day with my two new limbs; and I was excited. I walked to the kitchen and ate, brushed my teeth, and changed my clothes. I walked into the living room where Winry was waiting for me. During breakfast, she told me to prepare for physical therapy.
I stretched in front of her, showing I was ready for anything. "What's first?"
She handed me a black piece of ribbon. "Tie your hair up?"
"Why?"
"It's long. It will get in the way."
I really hadn't noticed how long my hair had grown over the course of the previous months; but now that she had mentioned it, it was getting long. My golden hair was almost past my shoulder blades.
I took the ribbon from her and placed it in my mouth, holding onto it by my teeth. I bundled my hair up and used one had to hold it as my other hand attempted to tie it up. I eventually managed to get it tied up, half the hair was falling out of the ponytail though and I accidently tied a knot instead of a slip knot.
Winry laughed at my failed ponytail. "Are you sure you don't want to cut it?"
"No, it looks cool." I refused.
"Fine, let us begin."
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After a complete day of practicing, I had almost complete control and understanding of my automail. Al and I even had a sparring session, but I lost. How come I always lose to Al? I even tried transmuting, I discovered I can transmute without an alchemic circle. Winry found us behind the house and about killed us, saying we were destroying her automail. After she beat us up, I showered and ate dinner. Al and me went back to my room and experimented with my new alchemy abilities. I clapped my hands and touched my automail arm, with a blue light a hand blade replaced the outer cover of my automail.
"That's so cool!" Al mused.
"You can do it, can't you?"
"Me, no."
"What the h*** did you do to my automail?" Winry cried as she saw my hand blade.
"I'm sorry!" I clapped my hands, producing the blue light which turned my automail back to its original form, before she could beat me up. "Happy?"
"Extatic!" Winry exclaimed sarcastically.
I looked in her hands. "What's that for?"
"It's a brush silly," she said holding it up. "I'm going to style your hair." She pulled out a pair of scissors from her pocket. "At least let me trim the bangs."
I sighed a sigh of defeat and let her have her way with my hair.
She laid out a towel on the floor to catch any hair and she asked me to sit on it. She kneeled behind me and gently untied my failed ponytail. When the hair was released from the captive ribbon, it cascaded down my shoulders.
I remained still as she started brushing the knots out.
"I never noticed, but you have very soft hair."
I felt my cheeks redden with embarrasement.
"It's okay if I cut it, right?" She held up the scissors.
"Just a trim," I said sternly.
"I promise." Winry assured.
As Winry brushed my hair she measured it with her fingers and cut the split ends. When she cut my hair it fell onto my lap; I would then fiddle with the locks of hair in my hands as she continued to cut my hair.
"So, do you know how to put your hair up in a ponytail?"
"No." I responded.
"I'll put it up for you." Winry volunteered as she separated my hair into portions and started to wrap it.
"What are you doing?" I asked as I realized she wasn't just putting my hair up in a ponytail.
"I'm braiding it." She smiled.
"Don't make me look like a girl." I demanded.
"I'm not; it actually looks good on you." She tied the ribbon and stood up, offering her hand to me. "Come and see."
I accepted the help up and walked up to the dresser mirror and looked.
I liked the new style. My shortened bangs framed my face and the braid was short, but it looked good.
"It's only three bumps long, but the longer it gets the more you can braid." Winry gazed at her job. "I'll teach you how to braid your hair tomorrow.
