Oh man, people, I'm so sorry for not updating, got this huge writers block -excuses, excuses- but, I promise I'll try updating faster. -Nods- and i'll try cutting down on the usage of Jap words, as somebody requested. -Nods again- (But actually, I think if you mix the words it sounds cooler. And better.) So please feedback! My paragraphing also may change, as I got inspiration from another person, who wrote some naruto fanfic. He's in my faves list. Kyaa! And finally, the disclaimer which I forgot to put on the other chapters. Oh, and regarding my newly added character, my impression of him is this, though it may not really be quite accurate. : P Oh shit.. My chapter's short again.. -sighx-
Disclaimer
I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist in any part, so dun blame me for my extensive imagination! Also, -censored- those people who stole my Edward-kun from me... T.T
And finally, the story...
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'Bye, Winry!' Al called for the last time, as Winry waved her hand over her head in response. The poor lovesick younger brother was truly madly deeply in love with Winry, but as his shy nature would have him be, he had yet to profess his love to her.
'Al, its time you packed your essentials into the bag too...' Ed called over his shoulder, motioning to the almost empty bag, containing the mere essentials Ed needed, with much space left for his younger brother, the little kitten also peering in, finally having come back from its recent exploring. Thankfully, it wasn't injured, at least not to the eye.
Finally tearing his eyes away from the pretty mechanic, Alphonse then headed over to the bag and dumped in his own essentials, which did not make much of a difference, owing to the fact that the bag was large, and that they were only two teenagers. And not vain or picky teens, but mature and thrifty ones. Furthermore, their kitten was also not going with them. Ed had made sure that Al promised not to bring the kitten. It was pointless actually; after all, so many girls were more than willing to help Al take care of his little cat...
'So Al, I'll tell you what's inside the bag, and then you re-affirm, and we're off with the berry hunt!' Ed joyously announced, before continuing '10 pairs of underwear, both of us included; 3 pairs of shorts, one mine, 2 yours; 3 shirts, 2 yours, one mine; 2 water canteens, one each; 2 towels, one each; a plastic mat, yours; a poncho (thin raincoat), yours too; 2 cloth bags for keeping soiled clothes, one each; a cloth bag for the berries, mine; a penknife, mine; a Swiss knife, mine also; a couple of rubber bands, I suppose yours; a box of matches, yours; a box of starters, yours. Oh, and the food rations. I suppose that will be considered as both huh... And I see you didn't pack stuff for that cat...' Ed finished off with a smile.
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The relentless sun cast its rays of heat onto our protagonists, beating them into a slouching submission.
'Brother, I'm thirsty...'
'Don't complain, you've got longer legs than me, at least...' The elder brother retorted, using his shortness to his advantage in gaining pity. 'Anyway, your canteen is in the bag, and the bag is on your shoulders, and you DO seem tired...' Edward then reached over and tugged the pack off his brother's shoulders, and loosened the strings that held the bag shut, handing over the canteen to his brother at the same time.
After another hour or so of walking...
'Brother, do you want me to take back the bag? It looks heavy...'
'No, Al. I'm okay.'
After another hour...
'Brother, let's stop for lunch. Please...'
'Fine, but the sooner we get the fruits, the sooner this would be over with...' Ed grumbled as he untied the plastic sheet and rolled it out on the ground, using the bag itself to hold down one end while sitting at the other. Al as ever the helpful brother, then rummaged through the bag to produce two very much-squashed sandwiches, with the stuffing of sliced chicken and pickles (there was no beef). Ed then bit deeply into his sandwich, and promptly fell backwards, stomach facing the sky, as he chewed thoughtfully on his mouthful of chicken, bread and pickle, while staring at the glaring sky.
'What is it, brother?'
'Hmm? Al, I was thinking... If the instructions the lady gave us were correct, and from my little research in that bit of time, I found out that the berries would be red this year, not yellow, and the leaves and grass thorns are also red, right, Al?'
'I guess so...' Al had learnt not to distrust his brother's words, as more often than not, his brother was more accurate than him.
'And we can't possibly burn our way through, as they would get burnt too...' Ed paused 'Then I suppose I would have to provide the tools this time' Ed said with a grin.
'So that's what those condoms Winry saw were for...' Al mumbled softly to himself. But Ed's shard ears missed nothing.
'WHAT?! WINRY SAW THOSE? OH MY GOSH! WHAT WOULD SHE THINK OF ME! ITS NOT EVEN AS THOUGH I DID ANYTHING WITH THEM!' Ed screamed, his slight figure bouncing rapidly, stirring clouds of dust and sand while dirtying their clothes.
'But brother, you Are innocent, are you?' Al asked timidly
'Of course,' Ed then replied, a smug grin pasted onto his face 'I would never do such a thing...'
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'Hawkeye, please come here for a while,' Mustang's voice rang out, breaking the office silence. Everybody involuntarily froze. Mustang requesting for Hawkeye? Were their suspicions coming true?
In the office, Mustang then relaxed in his chair, and with a hint of annoyance asked Hawkeye,
'Please return them, Hawkeye, it's not funny.'
'What items, sir?' The Lieutenant replied, innocent.
Mustang sighed heavily, 'my condoms. Now please do return them.'
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Al's eyes opened wide, after his older brother related to him how he had stolen those items, for the sole purpose of infuriating the Colonel, only to find out how useful they actually were, in their current predicament.
'Anyway, we really should get going.' Ed said while standing up to stretch, rolling up his edge of the mat as well when.
'Just where do you think you are going, Alchemists?' A heavily accented though not that unfamiliar altogether voice halted them, with excess stress placed on the last word.
'Scar?!' Both brothers said at the same time.
'Prepare to return to your maker!' the man cried, while lunging forward, cursed arm aimed directly toward Ed.
Review, review! Gomen that it took so long and that its so short, but pls review! -Psst, this is not part of the story, kae? ;)-
Disclaimer
I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist in any part, so dun blame me for my extensive imagination! Also, -censored- those people who stole my Edward-kun from me... T.T
And finally, the story...
-
'Bye, Winry!' Al called for the last time, as Winry waved her hand over her head in response. The poor lovesick younger brother was truly madly deeply in love with Winry, but as his shy nature would have him be, he had yet to profess his love to her.
'Al, its time you packed your essentials into the bag too...' Ed called over his shoulder, motioning to the almost empty bag, containing the mere essentials Ed needed, with much space left for his younger brother, the little kitten also peering in, finally having come back from its recent exploring. Thankfully, it wasn't injured, at least not to the eye.
Finally tearing his eyes away from the pretty mechanic, Alphonse then headed over to the bag and dumped in his own essentials, which did not make much of a difference, owing to the fact that the bag was large, and that they were only two teenagers. And not vain or picky teens, but mature and thrifty ones. Furthermore, their kitten was also not going with them. Ed had made sure that Al promised not to bring the kitten. It was pointless actually; after all, so many girls were more than willing to help Al take care of his little cat...
'So Al, I'll tell you what's inside the bag, and then you re-affirm, and we're off with the berry hunt!' Ed joyously announced, before continuing '10 pairs of underwear, both of us included; 3 pairs of shorts, one mine, 2 yours; 3 shirts, 2 yours, one mine; 2 water canteens, one each; 2 towels, one each; a plastic mat, yours; a poncho (thin raincoat), yours too; 2 cloth bags for keeping soiled clothes, one each; a cloth bag for the berries, mine; a penknife, mine; a Swiss knife, mine also; a couple of rubber bands, I suppose yours; a box of matches, yours; a box of starters, yours. Oh, and the food rations. I suppose that will be considered as both huh... And I see you didn't pack stuff for that cat...' Ed finished off with a smile.
-
The relentless sun cast its rays of heat onto our protagonists, beating them into a slouching submission.
'Brother, I'm thirsty...'
'Don't complain, you've got longer legs than me, at least...' The elder brother retorted, using his shortness to his advantage in gaining pity. 'Anyway, your canteen is in the bag, and the bag is on your shoulders, and you DO seem tired...' Edward then reached over and tugged the pack off his brother's shoulders, and loosened the strings that held the bag shut, handing over the canteen to his brother at the same time.
After another hour or so of walking...
'Brother, do you want me to take back the bag? It looks heavy...'
'No, Al. I'm okay.'
After another hour...
'Brother, let's stop for lunch. Please...'
'Fine, but the sooner we get the fruits, the sooner this would be over with...' Ed grumbled as he untied the plastic sheet and rolled it out on the ground, using the bag itself to hold down one end while sitting at the other. Al as ever the helpful brother, then rummaged through the bag to produce two very much-squashed sandwiches, with the stuffing of sliced chicken and pickles (there was no beef). Ed then bit deeply into his sandwich, and promptly fell backwards, stomach facing the sky, as he chewed thoughtfully on his mouthful of chicken, bread and pickle, while staring at the glaring sky.
'What is it, brother?'
'Hmm? Al, I was thinking... If the instructions the lady gave us were correct, and from my little research in that bit of time, I found out that the berries would be red this year, not yellow, and the leaves and grass thorns are also red, right, Al?'
'I guess so...' Al had learnt not to distrust his brother's words, as more often than not, his brother was more accurate than him.
'And we can't possibly burn our way through, as they would get burnt too...' Ed paused 'Then I suppose I would have to provide the tools this time' Ed said with a grin.
'So that's what those condoms Winry saw were for...' Al mumbled softly to himself. But Ed's shard ears missed nothing.
'WHAT?! WINRY SAW THOSE? OH MY GOSH! WHAT WOULD SHE THINK OF ME! ITS NOT EVEN AS THOUGH I DID ANYTHING WITH THEM!' Ed screamed, his slight figure bouncing rapidly, stirring clouds of dust and sand while dirtying their clothes.
'But brother, you Are innocent, are you?' Al asked timidly
'Of course,' Ed then replied, a smug grin pasted onto his face 'I would never do such a thing...'
-
'Hawkeye, please come here for a while,' Mustang's voice rang out, breaking the office silence. Everybody involuntarily froze. Mustang requesting for Hawkeye? Were their suspicions coming true?
In the office, Mustang then relaxed in his chair, and with a hint of annoyance asked Hawkeye,
'Please return them, Hawkeye, it's not funny.'
'What items, sir?' The Lieutenant replied, innocent.
Mustang sighed heavily, 'my condoms. Now please do return them.'
-
Al's eyes opened wide, after his older brother related to him how he had stolen those items, for the sole purpose of infuriating the Colonel, only to find out how useful they actually were, in their current predicament.
'Anyway, we really should get going.' Ed said while standing up to stretch, rolling up his edge of the mat as well when.
'Just where do you think you are going, Alchemists?' A heavily accented though not that unfamiliar altogether voice halted them, with excess stress placed on the last word.
'Scar?!' Both brothers said at the same time.
'Prepare to return to your maker!' the man cried, while lunging forward, cursed arm aimed directly toward Ed.
Review, review! Gomen that it took so long and that its so short, but pls review! -Psst, this is not part of the story, kae? ;)-