FMA Drabble 1
Who: Ed and Winry
Rating: Everyone
Disclaimer: I do not own any part of this series. I had an Al keyring, but I lost it.
Foreword: As of June's chapter of Arakawa's wonderful manga, Winry and Ed are officially canon… even if it's just a one-sided romance from Winry's point of view. This is a short snippet of conversation between the two while Winry is fixing Ed's broken automail arm. Please enjoy and review.
The metal grew warmer as she worked on it, pausing to wipe sweat off her forehead. The day was sunny, so she had taken the parts of Edward's metal arm out of the indoor workshop. Now, they lay spread out on a towel and she was busy assembling. Everything fitted together perfectly, like a jigsaw puzzle. Her attention completely focused on little iron screws and insulated wires, she was unaware of the boy who crouched beside her until he tapped her shoulder, leaving her completely startled.
"Ed! You gave me a shock! Don't you ever do that again."
"A shock?" the boy asked, perplexed, "but I wasn't being very quiet."
"It doesn't matter! My mind was on my work," she said as she looked back at the metal arm. Yet she had lost track of her progress, she had been distracted by Ed.
"Look- now your arm will not be finished."
"Why not?"
Using his real arm, Ed grabbed the artificial limb out of her hands, wincing as he dropped it.
"It's heavy," he groaned as she laughed.
"Well, what about your leg? Is that still functioning properly?"
He stood up and jumped on the spot a few times: "Seems fine to me."
"Just be careful," she warned, "I'll kill you if you break the leg as well. Even if you pay me, ruining my work so carelessly is a serious crime."
Ed flopped down to sit beside her again, stroking the smooth surface of his future limb.
"Sometimes it seems that making automail is like alchemy, Winry."
Taken aback by this theory, she murmured, "I wouldn't know, I'm not an alchemist."
"And I'm no automail mechanic," he smiled, but there was a sense of melancholy about him.
"Ed," she placed a hand on his shoulder. "What's wrong?"
He gazed at her for a moment in distant contemplation then stood up abruptly.
"Nothing, Winry, absolutely nothing! I was just following a stupid train of thought… never mind."
And so, he walked away, full of artificial joy as she finished working on his artificial limb.
