Love/Hate

Ed didn't like rain much.

He figured he was perfectly justified in this emotion, considering he was made up at least partially from metal.

And metal rusts.

He shuddered, last time he had gone to see Winry with rust related problems, she had thrown another wrench at him. Thankfully, he had been able to deflect it with his metal arm, but had then been scolded for denting it. There was just no reasoning with the girl really.

He sighed. If he hadn't known better, he would say it was raining even harder than it had been just moments ago, but for that to be possible, the windows would have to start shattering on account of the raindrops having turned into lead.

Alright, maybe he was being a little unfair.

After all, he wasn't the only one who was less than fond of the rain.

Ed snuggled closer to the man sitting next to him.

At times like this he might even go so far as to say he liked the rain.

Not much else kept the Flame Alchemist home all day.

End

a/n: Hmm… Sappy? I think so. Oh well. What can you do?