Relocations
When Winry Rockbell had gone to the Elric brothers' old dorm, she hadn't thought much of being redirected to a new room; she knew that it happened occasionally, what with new recruits and all. She didn't even think it all that odd when the room's new occupant had made reference only to Al when he told her where to look now; people tended to remember Alphonse, on account of him once being a suit of armor.
Instead, she thanked the solider for his help and followed his directions to the new room.
You would think she might have started to have suspicions when a sign told her she had entered the single dorms.
She kept walking, humming a tune under her breath.
Apparently not.
Reaching a door with the number the man had given her on it, Winry knocked softly; just in case anyone was sleeping any where in the vicinity.
So sweet for a girl who assaulted people with wrenches on a regular basis.
After only a short pause, Alphonse Elric opened the door a crack, looking rather harried. His half closed eyes registering who it was, he opened the door the rest of the way, revealing baby blue pajamas and tousled blond hair.
Scrubbing at his eyes furiously, he made an attempt to look half awake.
It didn't work.
Shaking her head, Winry stepped past him into the room. Honestly, these boys couldn't be relied on to blink without someone nagging at them at every turn in the road. It was just as well that she had decided to drop in for a while then.
Glancing around the room, noting the pile of books on the only table and the apparent lack of a second bed, she turned back to Al.
"What, do they make Ed sleep on the floor?" She asked, prepared not to be too surprised if that was in fact that case. Knowing Ed he probably wouldn't complain if it was, considering how little sleep he got.
Al went beet red, and started staring at his feet.
"What? What!" Winry demanded, putting her hands on her hips and glaring at the young alchemist.
"Uh, Ed doesn't, er, live here anymore." Al replied quietly, his voice not much more than a strained whisper. He still hadn't looked up from his feet and his face was getting redder by the second.
"Oh?" She asked. "Don't tell me they put you in separate rooms!"
"Er, not exactly." Al glanced up at her, his face a color of red that should be reserved only for particularly angry tomatoes.
Winry was getting tired of this rather quickly. "Then what?" She snapped, quite prepared to hurt whoever had separated the two. Al would survive on his own, but Ed… She shuddered. He would probably kill himself as well as half the city without someone to look after him, and that someone was Al, despite him being the younger brother.
Al sighed, and imagined causing unprecedented pain to his brother for putting him in this situation. He went through enough anguish without having this added on top, what with the snide remarks he had to deal with in the Mess Hall. This calmed him down a fair bit, and the red in his face even subsided.
His composure regained, he wondered what the best way to go about this was, preferably a way that wouldn't leave him with wrench shaped bruises the following day.
Winry was tapping her foot impatiently, giving Al a look that could have fried an egg.
He gulped. Might as well get it over with then.
"Well, you see… He, uh,"
"Spit it out Al."
"Fine! He moved in with the Taisa! Now please don't kill me!" Al was quite used to Winry's temper after so many years, but that didn't mean he was any less terrified of it. And that expression was not one he ever wanted to see again.
Unless of course it was directed at Ed of course.
He deserved it after this.
End
a/n: I guess I like it. Maybe? Kind of? Oh well. Winry may stick around for a little bit, while I play with all the different ways she could find out about Ed's little fraternization. Who knows, it could be fun!
