I was writing this at midnight; with the influence of caffinated drinks so do not question my madness. However, REVIEW!

Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist, no matter how many times I wish it. I do own Ed; he's my bishie slave. So you can't have him. Nyah.

Pain.

Searing, blinding agony.

A tormented, animal howl escaped his lips.

So much pain. Make it go away!

His vision was blurred by his anguish. He could not see. He could not hear. He could feel nothing but the agony that consumed him.

He writhed, his auto mail hand clawed at the cold ground beneath him, as though he was trying to anchor himself to earth. His golden eyes clouded and his pupils shrunk as another howl escaped through clenched teeth.

Faintly, he heard someone cry out. "Niisan!" They sounded as though they were fifty miles away.

Something, or someone loomed over his convulsing form. In his agonized, deluded mind, it appeared as a monster. The thing cried out again. "Niisan!"

He waved his left arm frantically and it backed away. Through his pain and torment, he managed to utter a single word: "W-Winry…"

Edward, you idiot, she thought angrily. Winry Rockbell's train had arrived at twelve but it was already two. Ed was still not there yet. She stomped across the station, wrench in hand, waiting for the Elric brothers to finally come to pick her up.

But they did not come. They didn't even send anyone to come for her.

That's what you get for trusting him, a little voice in the back of her head told her nastily. That's what you get for expecting him to be on time for once. That's what you get for thinking he's changed. That's the disappointment you get for loving him…

Her anger faded momentarily as she thought back to the last time she had seen Ed. It was two years ago, when they were both fifteen. Despite his height, or lack thereof, he appeared older than he really was. His vigilant search for a way to restore his and Alfonse's bodies had aged him beyond his years. The horrors and pain he had encountered throughout his young life was more than a teenager should bear.

Back then Ed needed Winry constantly. The battles he fought for the Philosopher's Stone always ended with an extensive auto mail repair bill. Winry had always pretended to be disgruntled with his recklessness when in truth, she was happy for the excuses to see him. However, over the years, his fights became less frequent; he no longer needed her.

But she needed him. She loved him. She loved everything about him; his amazingly golden eyes, his devilish grins, especially when they chanced to be directed at her, the way he reacted when someone teased him about his height, and even his reckless and often dangerous behavior.

Winry never told anyone of her love. Especially not Ed. They had been friends ever since they were children and they even grew up together but she often felt that he treated her more like a sister than a potential lover.

Glancing at the large clock in the station, Winry's anger returned. The baka was over two hours late.

Ed had called her a few days ago and told her that his auto mail limbs were getting short.

"So you're finally growing then, chibi?" she had teased. At the other end of the line, Edward Elric was cursing colorfully. Mid-curse, Winry interrupted him. "Yeah, I'll come. I'll take the ten o'clock train on Friday. I'll be at Central at around twelve."

Ed was silent for a moment. No doubt surprised at her willingness and unspoken lecture on how to care for auto mail. "Uh… yeah. Wait for me at the station then, Winry. Don't leave –"

She had hung up before he even finished. The thought of seeing him again made her ecstatic for the remainder of the week. She missed him. It had been two years after all. Winry was going to tell him how she felt this time.

If he bothered to show up at all. It was already half past two. He should've at least had the consideration to send someone if he could not come. No doubt one of his missions were keeping him.

Hungry, angry, and frustrated, she stalked out of the station. She shifted her leather pack at the exit and looked up. The sky was a threatening steel gray. A solitary drop fell and landed on her nose. A cascade of raindrops followed, drenching her almost immediately.

Great, she thought, folding her arms over her chest. Just great.

This is what you get for trusting him, the little voice said again.

Fin. Of Chapter One anyways. If you want me to write more, REVIEW! Reviews inspire me. I love reviews. So give me one! And I'll love you forever. Okay, danke.