By: K-c
A/N: This is my first FMA fic . . .so . . .yea. I'm so used to writing KH fics that this one is definitely gonna be different. I hope that it's not too bad . . .my friend Ari helped me with ideas . . .so . . .please don't hurt me. If this seems a little strange, sorry. There's only so much you can do with FMA.
NOTE: THIS IS NOT A YAOI FIC, SO DON'T EVEN TRY TO MAKE IT INTO ONE! ARRRGGGGHH!
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters in FMA. Ed is so . . .hot . . .though . . .
Ch. 1: Bitter HallucinationShe shifted nervously in the position she was standing in by the train door that was about to close. The loud whistle kept blowing, but she felt so numb; she felt like she couldn't even hear it. She had to move . . .but she couldn't take a single step. The matter of losing something close to her was drawing near and she couldn't face the facts. 'It will only be for a little while . . .' she thought to herself sadly, in an attempt to cheer herself up. 'I'll be back soon enough . . .'
"You better get inside," the young teen standing in front of her with golden hair and eyes warned the still stalling girl. An attendant was slowly coming around from door to door, closing the people inside of it and she still wouldn't move. Somebody inside of the train was staring at the scene outside with great curiosity, silently urging the girl onboard. The girl's hands clutched the tiny bag with all of her tools inside of it tightly, trying to relieve some of the emotions bubbling inside of her. She bit her lower lip slightly and continued to stare fixedly at the cement ground, holding back her tears.
She looked up at her companion and gave him her most assuring smile she could muster in times like these. Her blue eyes sparkled from the lights and her unnoticeable tears, which only made the boy standing before her, give a small smile in return. She wanted to give him something . . .something that would leave an impression on him while she was gone . . .but the nearing attendant shooed her through the door and up the stairs into the train. She squeezed past a person by a window to peek through and saw him standing there, staring back up at her with those captivating eyes of his. She shoved open the stubborn window and stuck her head through it just as the train started to pull away from the station.
"I'll be back soon!" she called out the window at his figure that was slowly moving further and further away from her as the train moved on. A sudden look a panic seized the teen's face as he started to charge after the train, his red coat billowing out behind him. In a matter of seconds he was practically running beside her, keeping up with the gradually speeding train. He pushed past at least thirty people, not stopping to apologize.
"WINRY, WAIT! I GOTTA TELL YOU SOMETHING!" he hollered up at the girl, panting heavily, but still in speed with the train. The train was gathering speed and the end of the station was nearing, but he still wouldn't stop running. The blonde girl watched as he slowly lost speed and eventually stopped running as the train sped past him. He doubled over and rested his hands on his knees, gasping for breath. When he looked up, the train had rounded a corner and was out of his sight. There were a large number of people staring at him like he was crazy, but he felt completely alone.
He straightened up and stared off at the sunset, frowning at it, as if it had done something wrong. He turned around and started to head back to where he was to begin with and where a large suit of armor was standing, waiting for his return. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and continued to walk past the armor, cursing under his breath.
"C'mon, Al," he ordered the suit of armor softly, still walking away. The armor quickly hurried to catch up to his companion and they were soon strolling side-by-side. The two of them walked out of the station with continuous stares, but neither of them caring. When they were out in the fresh air, the teen with golden hair looked up at the sky that was slowly fading with light and shined with bright pink and purple and smiled. It was a weary smile, but yet, still a slight sign of happiness.
'It'll only be for a little while, afterall . . .'
Ed's POV:
"None whatsoever."
"Did you check everywhere?"
"Sir, we've checked the whole area and we are certain of no survivors. There just wasn't a single chance of one."
I looked up from the pavement that I had been staring at intently for the past ten minutes while walking back from picking up some supplies in a nearby town. I averted my attention to a group of police officers standing around a large taped-off section that I hadn't noticed before. They were all staring at something in a ditch, shaking their heads sadly at whatever it could be. My curiosity got the better of me and I sneaked over to an area where no officers were standing and peeked into the huge ditch. The sight immediately made my jaw drop.
Down in a shallow river was a jumbled up heap of metal that somewhat resembled a train. It was twisted in every way possible and steam and smoke rose up from the pile, fogging the air around it. Officers were standing around below it and going in and out of it, pulling random bodies from within. The sight horrified me and I grimaced as I saw the contorted and bloody carcasses being dragged out from inside. My eyes drifted over the scene with my mind almost completely numb.
That's when I noticed it.
On the side of the train that was facing me was a faded and scratched out number that I could still barely read. The black numbers stared up at me, revealing the truth for all to see. I blinked once in an attempt to maybe somehow change the numbers around on the train and then I blinked again. They were still there; boring into my mind. The breath in my chest caught and I coughed and sputtered for a second, retaining my consciousness. The world around me seemed to disappear and I was all alone. No matter how hard I tried to see something else except for those numbers, I couldn't. It was just a void of darkness that I couldn't bring myself out of.
No survivors . . .
I don't know when I started running to be exact, but I wasn't aware of the change. I was sprinting as fast as I could down the road, not being able to see where I was going at all. The officer's words echoed through my hollow mind and grew to an extremely loud point, where I threw myself on the ground. I stared at the warm pavement in disbelief and denial. How could this have happened . . .? HOW COULD THIS HAVE HAPPENED? I pounded my metal fist onto the hard pavement with a loud clang. Why did this happen? Why did this have to happen to her? I shouldn't have let her leave like that . . . I should've gone with her . . . so we could die . . .
No. I'm just imagining this. This can't be real . . . this can't be happening. It all seems too horrible . . .nobody like her can die . . .nobody . . .
"Winry . . ." I whispered softly down at the road. I didn't expect for her to answer, but yet I still pictured her coming up behind me and making some comment about slamming such a good piece of auto-mail into pavement. I almost smirked at the thought of her yelling at me and throwing her wrench at my forehead like always . . .like always . . .
I grudgingly stood to my feet, glad to see that nobody else was around me, and blinked at the sunset. My mind was racing with thoughts, and I couldn't settle on one alone. I tried to block out everything and just walk back to where Al was . . .and calmly tell him . . .and not break down . . .I tried to . . . but I couldn't get the image of her smiling and waving at me from the train out of my mind. Everytime I closed my eyes, I saw her face and heard her voice. I couldn't get her out of my head . . .how can she be gone . . .just like that?
I smoothed my gloved hands over my sweaty face and took a deep breath. A swift breeze swept down upon me and blew my hair off of my face and cooled me off immediately. I didn't smile at the breeze like I always did do in the past . . .I stared up at the sky with not a single trace of emotion on my face.
It's just not fair . . .who decides these things? Who makes these decisions about who dies and who survives? Who has the right to kill anybody they please? WHO WOULD KILL INNOCENT PEOPLE WITHOUT A SINGLE REGRET?It's not God . . .He never helped me . . .He never gave me any miracles and blessings . . . and even if it is Him, why did
He do this? Where's the reason behind it? Where's the motive? Why do I have to be cursed like this? It's bad enough about Al and . . .mom . . .but it has to get worse, doesn't it? It just only gets worse from here . . .
1 Week Later
"In honour of those who died in the tragic accident on the 24th of August, we place these plaques . . ." the spokesmen went on and on. I blocked out almost all of his words and stood in the back of the crowd with Al beside me, staring only at the little stone marked: "Winry Rockbell". It wasn't exactly like a funeral because nobody was really dressed up and not many people showed up. I felt like I couldn't blink or move an inch . . .my eyes were glued to the stone . . .
I found out sometime that week that after the train had crashed, there was a fire that started somewhere in the engine and burnt the whole thing down . . .including the bodies. The bodies that were recovered, though, were so charred and distorted that they were unable to identify. So we weren't really burying the bodies . . .there weren't any to bury. Still, staring at the "tombstone" of Winry . . .it caused a sharp pain in my chest that hurt everytime I took a breath. When I had told Al the news about what had happened, he was devastated, which was what I had expected. He had always liked her when we were kids, and I bet he still did at this age. He took the news hard while I managed to keep a straight face and not shed a single tear . . .it's so hard being like this sometimes, but somebody has to be the strong one . . .
A drop of water fell onto my shoulder and I looked up to see what it was. Above me, I saw dark gray clouds gathering in the atmosphere and lightning illuminating the insides of them occasionally. Another raindrop fell on my nose and then four more. Soon, the rain was coming down like buckets and the people around me cleared away to go seek shelter. Al and I remained standing where we were, still staring at the piece of stone sticking up from the grass and was slowly becoming drenched. The rain dripped all over my face and down my neck, bringing a shiver up my spine, but I didn't move. I couldn't move. We stood without saying a word for a bit, the sound of the pounding rain on the pavement behind us accompanying our silence.
"Brother . . .why does it have to be like this?" Al asked me quietly, his voice pitched with despair. I didn't look over at him, but I knew his eyes were now on me. I opened my mouth to speak and answer his question but then closed it. What could I say to him? I didn't even know the answer myself . . .I shook a wet strand of hair out of my eyes and slowly walked over to the stone, suddenly regaining the ability to move my legs again. Once I was in reach of it, I placed my hand on the soaking wet surface, rubbing my thumb over and over it, feeling the gritty stone snatch on my glove. I knelt down in front of the stone until I was face-to-face with it and moved my hand from the top of it to the letters engraved in the stone. I traced the letters with my forefinger slowly and carefully, not a single thought running through my head.
"I don't know, Al . . .I really don't know . . ." I whispered more to myself than the armour behind me, stopping my tracing when I reached the end of her name. I straightened back up from my position and turned back around to face my brother, not looking him in the eyes. I couldn't bear to let him see my face . . .I walked past him, not turning around to motion for him to follow me. I didn't care if he followed me or not . . .I didn't care . . .
"Maybe we could bring her back . . .by Alchemy . . ." I heard him call back to me softly. I stopped walking and clenched my fists at my sides. I spun around to face him, the anger and frustration that I had kept bottled inside of me being released. I glared at him in all of my fury.
"Don't you get it? We can't bring her back—there's no body left!" I shouted furiously at him, not caring if he got hurt by my words or not. As much as I wanted to somehow get her back, I didn't want to go through the process again . . .
"She's dead and there's nothing we can do about it! She's gone, you get it? GONE!" I hollered at the top of my lungs and glared at him with all my might at my only brother. I didn't meant to shout at him . . .I was just so frustrated . . .I was so furious . . .
"Brother . . ." Al started quietly when I fell down to the soaking ground on my hands and knees. I stared at the muddy grass and let my emotions run out of me. The tears spilled out of my eyes without control and I shook involuntarily. My own words cut into me like knives . . .I was hurt by what I said . . .but yet, I said it anyway . . .
She's gone . . .
2 YEARS LATER
I sat up in my bed, covered in a cold sweat once again, like I had been doing for the past two years. I looked down at my metallic arm andtrailed my fingers along the broken surface that I had been tearing at absentmindedly. I ran my fingers through my long blonde hair that I had taken out from its braid for the night and swung my legs around to the side of the bed, resting my elbows on my knees.
It was another dream . . .another nightmare . . .another hallucination . . .like always. As the years went on, the madness and the reality of the situation sank into my mind and consumed me with these nightmares every night. They seemed so real and each time I awoke afterwards, I believed that they were true. They started off with Winry and I being together . . .just enjoying each other's company like old times . . .but they always end the same way. I see her smile and then the whole place heats up and black smoke blocks her from my view and I lose my breath. When the smoke clears, she's gone. And I'm alone.
I stood up from my bed and threw on my red cloak that was hanging on my bedpost, stepped around the things scattered aimlessly throughout the floor, and made my way to the door. I slipped on my boots by the door, opened it and stepped into the hallway. I went down the hall to the stairs and slowly stepped down the steps one-by-one. When I reached the bottom, I flung open the door to the outside and immediately felt the chilling autumn air blow across my face and lift up my hair that was still down and lying on my back. I walked resolutely towards the place that I went to every night whenever I had those dreams, and before I knew it, I was there.
I stood outside of the cemetery gate for the briefest moment, and then pushed open the creaking metal gate with some force. The dead leaves lying about crackled and crunched underneath my boots and seemed to echo hauntingly in the emptiness surrounding me. I had been there so many times; I didn't even have to think about where I was going . . .my feet just knew where to go. They carried me to the stone still sticking up from the ground, now slightly weathered with age and grass growing up around it. It looked forlorn and lost in the darkness and the meager moonlight coming from the crescent moon above. A lone cloud passed over the moon, and the stone and everything else were thrown into darkness momentarily. I closed my eyes, still trying to erase the memory of her from my mind. When I opened my eyes again, I saw somebody standing on the other side of the cemetery. I didn't pay much notice to it and started to walk away, thinking it was just my imagination.
My curiosity got the better of me, like it always did, and I glanced back up to where I saw the figure. I squinted in the darkness to try to make out any details about who it could be, but it was useless. It was too dark to figure out who it was. It was probably just some mourner coming late at night like me and had nothing to do with me. Still, a nagging feeling kept digging into my back that told me continuously to turn back around. I pushed it all aside and headed back to the house.
Winry's POV:
He had told me that . . .everybody did . . .so . . .what am I seeing? Is this my imagination?
FLASHBACK!
"Excuse me, sir . . ." I called over to the man out on his porch reading the daily paper. He looked up at me; his face weathered with age and a long white beard covered his face. "May I ask you a question?" I inquired to him, standing before him. The old man put down his paper and nodded his head slowly.
"Have you heard anything about Edward Elric?" I asked him quietly, the anxiety building up inside of me. The man scratched his head thoughtfully for a moment, gazing up at the ceiling of his porch. I waited patiently for his response, even though I couldn't take it anymore.
"Elric . . .Elric . . ." he muttered under his breath, as if searching through his telephone book of names he had come across in his life. "Nope. Haven't heard of him in years," he finished, looking back at me. I gave a heavy sigh and averted my eyes to the pavement underneath me.
"Sorry, miss . . .he hasn't been seen for the longest time. Around here, we believe he's dead . . .a lot of people think that," he told me quietly, picking the discarded newspaper off of the wooden porch floor as if signaling the end of our conversation. I glanced up as he said these last words.
"So you're not certain he's dead? He still could be alive?" I asked frantically to the elderly man, trying to squeeze all of the answers out of him. Hope and excitement rose up in my chest as I stared up at him desperately.
"Well, it's not certain, but it's likely he's dead . . ." I didn't listen to another word as I took off in a run down the street in the direction of my hometown. Everyone's going to be shocked to see me here . . .especially Ed. I know he's alive . . .he has to be! He could be alive . . .
END OF FLASHBACK!
It can't be true . . .sure, there was some meager hope of him being alive . . .but nobody has seen him in years . . .why would he be here tonight?
His gaze from staring at something on the ground switched to my direction. From the distance I was from him, I could see his beautiful eyes locked on me. I was taken back from this sudden attention and almost ran away, but yet I was so captivated by this illusion, I couldn't move a muscle. Then, he turned and walked away. He walked back to a house in the distance without another glance over at me. I watched him leave; wanting so badly to follow my lost friend and companion . . .but my legs wouldn't move an inch.
A cool autumn breeze blew through the now empty cemetery and I shivered against it, hugging my bare shoulders tightly and regretting about wearing my usual skirt this night. When I looked back up to where I had seen him walking, he was gone. Panic seized me and I started to worry about where he could've gone, but the sight of a back door to the house swinging shut in the distance caught my attention and I relaxed. My muscles suddenly regained their control and I took off in a run towards the house. The dead and dry leaves underneath me crunched and crackled, echoing through the space of darkness and silence.
I stood before the door that was now swinging in the breeze, holding my breath. The hesitation I was having towards this house only grew even more when I looked up at the dark windows and broken shutters. I slowly pushed open the door, however, and latched it behind me to make sure it wouldn't blow around anymore. The room I was in now was a kitchen in complete darkness. As I squinted around in the dark, I saw that everything was a mess and looked as if it hadn't been touched in months. I stepped around some broken glasses and plates and made my way to the stairs in the middle of the house.
I rested my hand on the dusty, wooden railing for a moment, listening for any sounds up there. When I saw a tiny sliver of light coming from a room off to the left, I climbed the creaking steps one-by-one until I reached the top. I turned to face the lighted room and walked over to it. The door was partly open and I peeked through the crack of it to see him sitting on his bed, a small lamp lit beside him. He was staring out of a window beside him, his back to me. I took a deep breath and pushed open the door gently. He immediately looked in my direction.
"W-What?" he called out, his golden eyes growing wide in surprise. I stood in his room, looking at him. My heart was pounding like crazy and my palms sweat horribly, but I managed to maintain a straight face. It's really him . . .he's really here . . .
"Ed . . .it's been so long . . ." I whispered almost inaudibly to him, not taking my eyes off of him. He switched from looking shocked and surprised to furious in a matter of seconds. He looked away from me and back to the window.
"Not again . . ." he mumbled under his breath and sighed in a defeated sort of way. I stared at his back, wanting to know why he said that. Why won't he look at me?
"So . . .after two years, you can't even look at me?" I asked him, my voice raising. The disappointment of the whole situation frustrated me so much, I started to feel tears rise in my eyes. I took a step towards him, my body shaking with foreboding sobs.
"Is that it, then? We've been apart for two years and you can't even say anymore than 'Not again'? Dammit! What kind of monster are you? Am I so insignificant that you can just live two years away from me and not even think about me? I thought you were dead! I was so afraid when I found out! And now I come here, back to you, after years of separation and you can't even look me in the eyes!" I screamed at him, my voice rising with every sentence I said. The tears streamed out of my eyes as I panted heavily in his room, staring at his back. "YOU'RE SICKENING!" I shrieked at the top of my lungs in a final attempt for him to look at me and grabbed a glass on the desk beside me and threw it on the floor between us. The glass shattered the silence and the shards lay there, glinted in the lamplight.
A long moment of silence passed between the two of us until he slowly turned around to face me. His golden eyes were cold and unfeeling and I couldn't read his expression to find out what he was thinking.
"No . . .you're dead . . ." he whispered over at me, his face still unreadable. My mind froze at these words and my breath caught in my chest. The accident . . .everyone must think that nobody survived . . .which means . . .they all think I'm dead . . .even Ed thinks I'm dead . . .just like I thought he was dead . . .he thinks that about me, too . . .
"You left me . . .and you come here every night . . .trying to make me apologize for everything I didn't do . . ." Ed spoke quietly, now looking me directly in the eyes. I got what I wanted: I wanted him to look at me . . .but not in the way he was . . .his eyes were accusing me of something I didn't even know about. What did he mean by 'coming here every night'? Who does he think I am?
"Ed . . .what—"
"No. I won't listen to you anymore. You're just another dream . . .another hallucination . . .I know you're not really here . . .I figured that out after about the 100th time you came . . ." he told me matter-of-factly, as if I needed an explanation. I did need one, though . . .he thought I was a ghost . . .an illusion . . .he must imagine seeing me every night. I opened my mouth to speak again, but he only stood up from his bed and walked quickly over to me, glaring at me furiously.
"So what do you want? What do you want from me? You took everything—what more could you want?" he demanded from me, shouting into my face. I backed up against the closed door, staring at him, thoroughly confused and slightly frightened. What is he talking about? How can I convince him that it's really me? What do I need to do?
"It's your fault! It's all your fault! If you hadn't left, nothing would've happened! You ruined my life! You ruined everything! YOU RUINED EVERYTHING!" he hollered at me, giving me the hardest glare I have ever seen him give. The tears welled back up in my eyes again and I started to shake from fear and my sobs. What did I do?
"Ed, please don't—"
"NO! YOU'RE DEAD AND YOU'RE NEVER COMING BACK!"
"Just please listen!"
"And Al . . .IF IT WEREN'T FOR YOU LEAVING ME, HE WOULD STILL BE HERE!" he screamed at the top of his lungs at me, his fists clenched to his sides and his face red from yelling. I took a cautious step towards him, reaching my hand out to touch his shoulder.
"GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME!" He hollered and swung his left arm towards me, his fist contacted my cheek and I was flung to the floor. I hit the hard ground with a small cry and lay curled in a ball for a few seconds, my right cheek throbbing with pain. Salty tears ran out of my eyes as I clutched onto my cheek. He's different . . .what happened to him? The Edward Elric I once knew would never hit me . . .
"Winry . . .?" he whispered quietly from above me, his voice soft and shaking. I looked up at him to see his eyes wide in shock and disbelief. He stared down at me with that same expression, and then looked at his hands. Before I could say anything, he flung open the bedroom door and ran out without another word. I stood up from where I was lying and tore out of the room as well, trying to catch up to him. My cheek still hurt like hell, but Ed was more important than this stupid little pain. I know he didn't mean to hurt me, but at least he knows that it's really me and not just an illusion.
I heard a slam of metal below me as I ran down the stairs and I immediately headed in the direction of the back door. I had guessed right and I caught a fleeting glimpse of red whip around the corner of the door.
"Ed, WAIT!" I called out to his already gone form and ran to the door that was now closed. The latch was locked and I prayed that it wasn't sealed by Alchemy as I tried to handle. The door stuck for a moment, but then after shoving it several times, it budged and I flung it open. A strong gust of wind blew through my long blonde hair and I shivered like crazy from the chill, but I kept running towards a figure standing in the cemetery. When I was standing right behind him, trying to catch my breath, he knelt down while facing something. I walked up beside him and saw what he was staring at.
It was a tombstone, but more like a simple and weathered rock sticking up from the grass. On the surface of the stone were the words: Winry Rockbell. I gasped silently and took a step backwards from the horrifying sight, placing my hands over my mouth in silent shock. Ed didn't move from where he was crouched at, but traced the letters of my name with his finger. I watched him quietly, not questioning him of his actions, but just observing.
He straightened up from kneeling and looked down at it, his expression once again unreadable. "You're really here, aren't you?" he asked me quietly, but didn't look at me. I took a step towards him again, but stopped myself before going further, afraid that he was going to hit me. He must have noticed my apprehension because he added the next sentence: "It's all right . . .I didn't mean to hurt you . . ."
I walked to right beside him and wrapped my arms around his neck, pressing my face into the soft cloth of his coat. He didn't hug me back, which was what I had expected . . .he obviously thinks that he's too old to hug me anymore . . .My hand that was draped around his neck fiddled absent-mindedly with his long, golden hair that wasn't up in it's usual braid . I was glad that he didn't cut his hair . . .I loved it like the way it was . . .
I pulled away from him and tried to look him in the eyes, but he was still staring down at the stone; unemotional. I couldn't read his eyes, but I really didn't want to know what he was thinking about. Did he truly believe that I was right here beside him yet? Did he still doubt my existence?
"Ed . . ." I whispered quietly, clinging onto his metallic arm suddenly. An odd feel was to the arm and I grabbed it away from him. He jerked in his position as I held his arm underneath my nose. I pulled up the sleeve of his jacket and saw a nightmare. So many parts were missing from his arm and whole scraps of metal had been ripped off of it, leaving deep scars in the auto-mail. I ran my finger over the arm and cut it on a sharp piece sticking up. I gasped and looked up at him.
"What did you do?" I asked him incredulously, pointing at his arm. Ed blinked down at me for a second, his face ghostly white. He looked me in the eyes and laughed slightly in a nervous way. He scratched the back of his head sheepishly with his other hand and grinned at me.
"Uhh . . .hehehe . . .oh that? Well . . .let's see . . .hehe . . ." he stammered uncertainly, still laughing nervously to me, obviously trying to come up with an excuse off of the top of his head. I glared at him, but then smiled in a strained way.
"Ok then . . .COME WITH ME!" I ordered him, pulling on his arm and dragging him towards where my old house was. Ed struggled for a bit, trying to release his arm, but, finding it was useless, went along with it and allowed me to drag him.
"You know, I could just walk!" he yelled at me after about five minutes of having his arm pulled on. I looked around behind me at him and smirked evilly.
"Well, of course you could, but where's the fun in that?" I giggled at him, making it sound like it was an obvious fact. Ed scowled at me and started to struggle again. I pulled on his arm harder and he ended up falling to the ground. I spun around furiously to see him lying on the dirt with swirley eyes.
"GET UP, YOU IDIOT!" I yelled at him, looming over him. He leapt to his feet and faced me, holding one fist out to me as if he was going to fight with me.
"IT'S NOT MY FAULT, MACHINE FREAK!" he hollered at me, baring his teeth furiously.
"WELL YOU'RE THE ONE WHO STRUGGLED, ALCHEMY FREAK!" I screamed back at him, holding my fist out to him in return. We glared at each other with sparks flying from each other's eyes until two shoes came flying from nowhere and clocked us both in the heads, knocking us to the ground.
"IT'S BOTH OF YOUR FAULTS! NOW SHUT UP, YOU TWO! IT'S FOUR IN THE MORNING! GO TO BED, LOVEBIRDS!" An old lady hollered from her house across the street that we were walking on. Ed and I jumped to our feet and faced the old lady, glares and shoe imprints on our faces.
"WE'RE NOT 'LOVEBIRDS'!" We both screamed up at the lady and she closed her window with a slam. Ed and I looked over at each other, amazement of our stereo shouting on his face. I felt my face burn bright red and he started to walk past me on the way to my house, his face blooming pink as well. I hurried to catch up to him, where we walked side-by-side the rest of the way.
A/N: THERE YA GO! Yea . . .you can definitely tell that this is an angst fic, eh? So . . .lemme know what y'all thought about my first chappie of my very first FMA fic, kk? If it seemed a little strange and if you have any questions, they will most likely be answered in chappie two. So . . .I hope you enjoyed it! Please review (and be nice!)
BE NICE, PLEASE!
K-c
