Standard disclaimer applies.
Author's notes: Inspired on a drawing that my friend Ginny did of a really cute, blushing Doremi and Kotake. Ah, young love! This was written very quickly, so I apologize if you find any mistakes. A slightly EdxWin-ish drabble, with Trisha on it because I love her to bits. I think I'm making these things a little bit longer, hm... Also, I want to thank you very much for all your lovely reviews!
Kissing
05.03.2005
Edward Elric had first heard of kissing girls even before he was in grade school.
First thought: not nice.
The thing was, these weren't the kisses he gave to his mom or Auntie Pinako that the boys at shool were talking about. It was a kiss kiss.
The horror stories told by them had left the poor child scared to death. Perhaps not only scared, but scarred for the rest of his life if he wanted to be dramatic. To be exact, it was the sole idea of being like that with a… girl… that terrorized him. And he was definitely not one who got easily frightened.
His mother laughed at him when he came home that day, asking frantically if he'd ever had to do it. At his tender age of five, Ed thought girls were stupid and annoying and awful.
She faced him seriously, not about to shrug off his question as though it was a kid's nonesense talk.
"Mommy is a girl too, right?" the gentle woman had asked him then.
His eyes wide, he looked at the brunette lady and shook his head. "Mommy is Mommy! Mommy isn't like any other girls! She's special!"
Trisha chuckled, her melodic laughter like the notes of a song she used to sing to him and Alphonse at night.
She brushed the stray, whispy hairs out of his sleeping brother's face. The boy curled in his position next to her, leaning into his mother's warm body. She looked back at her oldest son, also caressing the young boy's face. He was more and more like his father every day. She gave him a wistful smile and the boy could only look back questioningly at her faraway gaze.
"But, mommy," he brought her back to reality, and she listented attentively, "Winry is a girl. Does that mean I have to kiss her?" he asked, thouroughfully concerned. He did not like the idea in the least, and this only brought a frown to his face and a childish pout to his lips.
The woman looked at him, dazed at his logic, and shook her head as she laughed once again.
"Well, maybe, maybe not," she told him sincerely. The boy in front of her gave her a very doubtful look.
"But I don't want to kiss Winry! She's my friend!" he protested before she could explain further. "Why would I want to kiss her anyway?"
That was certainly another of his pouts.
"Ed, when people grow up and fall in love, a kiss becomes one of the most beautiful, sweetest things in life," she reasoned calmly. "If you fall in love with her when you are older, and if she loves you back," she said, "You may kiss her, and you'll understand what I'm saying."
His mother was wise, but she could not predict the future. No one can.
"I won't love anyone else more than you, mommy!" he assured her.
Trisha smiled widely at Edward.
END
Years later, he'd grow up and understand what his mother meant to tell him.