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Actually, this chapter is very short. It kind of reminds me of a short, drabble one shot fic between Ed and Winry. I didn't feel like putting much in this chapter, but the next one will be better i promise! im sorry but I JUST NEEDA WINRY AND ED MOMENT.lolit takes place right after the whole human components thingamabob.
please r&r! but dont flame, me dont likey flame
Three more steps and it will be okay...
Edward stared at the panel of buttons. He had many places to go to, the second floor, and the first floor, maybe he could just leave the school all together. He sighed, and pressed a random button that brought him down.
Ed sat in a ball in the corner of the elevator, his eyebrows frowning, his teeth gritting. Roy was going to kill him. He promised he would never walk out like that again. But Roy was being blind; how can he not notice how evil the other people were? I shouldn't be taking this seriously, he thought. Everybody go's through crap like this. But not everybody gets taunted for the positions he was in.
So many emotions were running through his head. Not just about how much of a bastard he thought Russell was, things were just racing before his eyes.
It was like he was watching his life over again during an elevator ride that lasted a few seconds.
October 3 was only a few days ago…
The doors slowly opened, and Edward peeked out through the emerging crack. The guidance office was right across from him. Three steps, and he would be ok. A simple three steps, he thought to himself as he brought himself upright.
Exactly three steps, in front of that door.
He sighed, and looked through the glass. No one was in there.
I guess other people don't go through crap like I thought they did…He wanted to talk. All those words were in his throat, but would Maria listen to him again? He thought for a moment, does she ever get sick of all this shit I talk about? Why would she? She's a guidance counselor for Pete's sake. If she told a kid to shut up, they would have fired her a long time ago.
Edward slowly started to turn around, but something was caught in the corner of his eye.
Without hesitation, he pressed his face against the glass, observing closely for that speck of blonde he saw. He knew that blonde.
Winry's in the guidance office?He took his eyes off the glass, complelty shocked. She was finally talking. To a stranger. The only thing he was wondering was if she was able to tell more than what she already told him.
The doorknob clicked, Edward took a step back, quietly gasping.
"Ed…?"
Winry was grasping the doorknob, staring into Edward's confused eyes.
He didn't reply. There was something different. Her eyes looked smaller. Was it because all that black goop she puts around her eyes was all gone? But that wasn't it; her eyes weren't as blue. Her face was not glowing.
Before he knew it, Winry was out in the hall, holding her books closely to her thighs. She refused to look into his face.
"Want to take a walk. I really don't want to go to class right now." Her voice was low, and had a slow tone. She sounded as if she hadn't slept for days.
"Edward Elric, please report to the principle's office." A voice rang over the loud speaker unexpectedly. Roy had obviously called the office. Winry and Ed continued with their silence, as if they hadn't heard anything.
Ed nodded. Winry didn't even see him reply, but she simply turned and began to walk towards the stairs, while he followed.
"So, Maria's your counselor too?"
Ed and Winry were walking in silencefor a while, side by side. When teachers asked for their pass, Winry would flash a piece of notebook paper written poorly, with a fake teacher's signature, stating they were going to the library. All they had been doing was walking in circles. And they hadn't looked at each other once.
"Yes." She replied quietly. The sound of her footsteps increased with every word; Ed had to slightly jog to keep up with her.
"What, do you even want to talk?" Edward said loudly over to Winry, who was a few feet in front of him. He then noticed something different again. Her hair was down. She never let her hair down, it was always up. She even told him one time, "I like to wear my hair up! The bangs always get in my eyes, and I can't see anything."
Doesn't she want to see anything anymore?She abruptly stopped; Ed nearly crashed into her back. He was awfully close to her, he could hear her staggered breathing.
"Ed, I think I told to much." She whispered, finally spinning her head around. He noticed her pale skin was stained with tears, he could see a slight black mark across her cheek.
Ed sighed, and observed where they had wandered off. They were near another elevator, in front of some random empty classroom. They had probably passed that area about 5 times already.
He looked back to where Winry was once in front of him, and noticed she had started walking up the hallway again. He groaned, and ran up to her again.
"Winry, why won't you talk?" he finally yelled. He knew that people must have gone up to lunch already, nobody was there to hear. He stopped running as soon as he saw her stop again. She violently turned around. He couldn't see her face because of her bangs. Right now, he wished she had a hair tie.
"Why don't YOU ever talk Ed! You never tell me anything! Why?" she screamed it down the hallway. She was breathing heavily, staring into Ed's golden eyes, expecting an answer.
Ed's face softened. He hated to see her this way. Sure, it wasn't new, and she did have reasons to be upset. But every time he saw a tear escape through those eyes, something within him burned. It was as if that burning feeling was telling him that it was his fault. You did this Edward. All because of you, she cries. It's your fault.
She cries for you, don't you understand.
His eyes widened; a voice within him was talking. That burning feeling was real, he looked down to where that feeling was born, down at the center of his chest. His heart. It was beating very fast.
Don't you understand.
He didn't have an answer. He looked slowly up again. Winry was at the end of the hall, he could only see her back; she was standing in front of the bulletin board, writing upon something. He never saw so much blonde hair against her back before. He started to walk up the hallway, eventually coming up to her side.
He glanced over to the piece of poster she had just signed. It was auditions for the new play.
Romeo and Juliet.
"You're trying out for the play? I thought you didn't like the arts," Ed was staring at her signature. It was written poorly. He glanced over to her hand, it was shaking.
She placed the cap back on to her pen, slowly grinning a fake smile, "Someone said I should try acting. I think I will. I would like to be Juliet…" she turned once again, and began to walk down the next corner of the hall.
She stopped, a hand upon her shoulder. Gasping, she turned around, Ed's eyes were staring into hers.
His hair was down and no longer in that long braid. She looked at his other hand, he was lightly grasping his hair tie, and gesturing it towards her own hair.
"Please put your hair up." He finally stated firmly, blowing an annoying strand of golden hair from his face, "I don't want it to sound mean or anything, but I don't like it that way."
wow that was so sickengly short, BUT I NEEDED THAT MOMENT IN THERE. did you like it at least ,just to ease some tension in the story? the enxt chapter really has to reflect on al some more though
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