Full Metal Outlaw Chapter One
"You broke it again didn't you!" a loud cry was heard from up the stairs in the home.
A boy no taller than 5' 1" looked past the stairs, frowning. Dusting his torn-up red jacket and white outfit with his left hand, he took a deep breath. "You know as well as I do that it's not my fault! Quit your whining."
A flicker of light came from the door looking down the stairs. Before he knew it, a wrench swiftly knocked him on the head and fell to the ground. The light obviously came from the reflecting light against the wrench. Edward would often forget how much of a strong throwing arm -she- had.
"Edward Elric! I cannot forgive you EVER!" shouted the girl. She stormed down the stairs in her periwinkle jump suit. The day was cold so she wore it fully. Flipping her light blonde hair she gave Edward a cold glare. "How many times have it been THIS week?"
"Two? Besides Winry I'm sorry. Can you just fix the arm? The movement of it is bothering me," Edward shifted his eyebrows into a angry knot.
Winry was like a sister to him. A very brutal sister. Though she was about the same age as him, she stood one or two inches taller and it annoyed Edward as much as the fact that Alphonse existed as a suit standing almost two to three feet taller than him. He hated being short as much as he hated milk. People who teased him about his height he hated more than the other two options.
What the two were referring to was the automail. Edward's right arm and left leg (from the knee down) were severed off in the "incident." Because of this, Pinako (Winry's grandmother) and Winry installed automail parts to replace the missing limbs so that Edward would be able to continue his movements. Winry also became Edward's official automail mechanic.
"I swear, you need to learn to control your temper. Being a chibi (small person) isn't all too bad once you think about it," smirked Winry while examining the damage to Edward's automail arm. In the meanwhile Edward tried to hold down the steam waiting to burst. There she goes again with another short joke.
Alphonse came in through the front door and noticed that the work was already in process. Pressing the back of the armour against the wall, he watched as Winry plucked out a screwdriver from one of her pouches and started tinkering around on the mechanical arm of Edward's.
"Done. Now I expect that you don't do any damage to that poor arm of yours. Otherwise it's gonna pop out and you will have to go through that awful surgery again!" Winry tried to avoid hitting scold-mode upon completing the repair.
"Anyhow. How has the so-called Blue party been treating you?"
"Nothing beyond the usual," Edward replied. He seemed very indifferent as if he never joined the party as all. "I am just a Blue outlaw. Nothing more."
"You are certainly different from all the other outlaws though nii-san (brother)," Alphonse was quick to say. A hint of admiration was in the tone. He was known to often look up to his brother aside the fact that they often would fight about the silliest things until no winner would turn up.
Tying his ruffled long ponytail back again, Edward looked up at his little brother. "Yeah but I couldn't care less. Especially when that certain someone would go off trying to order me around as if I was his dog."
A knock was heard at the door.
Pinako, who was sitting in the living room, sat up and skittered her way towards the doorway. Reaching for the doorknob, she gave it a gentle turn and pulled the door open.
Standing outside the doorway were two figures in dark blue robes. They stepped in and removed their long hoods, shedding off rainwater. Even though they did live in an underground habitat, alchemy had made it so that "weather" happened so that crops would be able to flourish as well as sunlight peeping through holes dug towards the above lands. The land covering Resemboole was hardened through alchemy so landslides and earthquakes could not damage the city.
"He Who Fires would like to see you, Full Metal," stated a female voice. It was coming from a Blue outlaw named Riza Hawkeye; a subordinate to the name she stated. She turned around and gave a stiff salute to the man standing next to her.
With rather dark shaggy hair and eyes as deep has his hair colour, the one called He Who Fires bowed towards the residence before stepping closer to Edward.
"What do you want Roy?" Edward gave a cold tone towards his superior. He never liked the Fire outlaw and they would often give each other the coldest looks every once in a while as if they were long term enemies.
Roy stood there grinning as if unaffected by whatever Edward gave him. "Your -superior- wanted to know how you were doing. I heard that you cause yet another ruckus in the main town, knocking some fellow over with your wild kicks."
"Feh whatever," Edward crossed his arms, his face still stiff as when Roy entered.
"Sure sure whatever you say," Roy scratched his head as pretending to care. "Well might as well save your temper for the next time we duel, hm?"
Edward steamed once again. It was a few weeks ago when he and Mustang had an all-out battle in a random field before an audience of fellow Blue outlaws. He lost. And never forgot that day.
Snickering, Roy gave a way, put his hood back on, and left through the front door. Riza quickly bowed to the residence and followed soon after.
"It's so like him to act that way. Wait til I get him next time," Ed grumbled.
"Eh sure nii-san. You will one day be able to defeat Mr. Mustang," Alphonse chimed.
It was all too quiet the next moments until a sudden blast was heard.
Followed by a scream.