Hey howdy hey readers! Chapter 14 is up!
Aztec Goddess:(ch. 13)I HOPE THEY REALLY DON'T BAN THE RESPONDS TO THE REVIEWERS! AHHH! Anyways, yes RUSSELL YOU ARE EVIL! (also beats with a stick)
Aztec Goddess: (ch. 12) Yeah, I know, now that everybody thinks of all these yaoi couples, it's hard to write something NICE without it looking GAY! grr. Anyways about Alphonse...yes...you must read on. (grin)
Sniper Hawkeye: Thanks for the review! I'm really glad you like my story (smile) I really am trying hard to make this good, and all that emotion is just what I was looking for! lol, you're right, I do write this as it comes to me, which explains why ive changed my mind alot lol. anyways, heres your update, thanks again!
Shinigami's-Girl:(ch. 13 and 12) THANKS MIGHTY PALM TREE ALCHEMIST! WOO! EWW! YEAH! WE SHOULD GO KILL RUSSELL AND PUT HIM IN OUR CORPSE PILE! YAY!
dark staranime: LOL, here's your update! yay! people are running around and screaming about my fic! (sniff) im so happy...thanks for reviewing!
Lady Mirror: AWW! THANKS SO MUCH! Well sorry, the overall dance itself doesnt occur in this chappy, but of course its there in the next. this is just what happens right before it (grin) LOTSA DRAMA IF I DO SAY SO MYSELF.
Scar vs. State: AHHH! IM UPDATNG! IM UPDATING! DONT HURT ME! mwhahahahaaa!
CheeseFairyXXL: WOO! THANKS FOR THE REVIEW! lol yeah, your freind does seem to enjoy this story, but thats what makes me extra extra happy! haha, i am a bit spazzy myself anyway.
Poison Alchemist: Woo! Yay! lol, awww dont be scared about 9 grade! its not really a big deal, i got through it and look where i am today! (stands tall and proud)
tjewelt8rm7: hell yeah! of course hes a bastard! I CANT JUST GO MAKE HIM BE ALL NICE EWWWWW. well im just glad i described him right for you lol, SORRY I FEEL BAD but the dance itself isnt in this chapter, this chapter is just about what happens before it, hope its still good...!
WildfireDreams:Thank you! Yes, I am indeed a huge Winry/Ed fan. Yay for winry/ed! Here's your update!
Winry stood in front of her mirror, flipping her long, golden hair off of her shoulders until she was satisfied. Her hair actually felt very soft tonight, she thought, and overall, she almost looked like a different person.
Her blonde locks had a soft wave to it, and it fell down her shoulders, and nearly cascaded down her back. Her bangs looked a little neater, and the two strands of hair she normally let down around her face waved also, leaving her face soft. Her cerulean eyes almost shone a brighter blue, for a lilac shadow was swept across her lids, and every time she blinked, and hint of shimmer was noticed. Her lashes were long and curled, and a soft blue liner lay neatly on the bottom of her eyes. Her cheeks had a very soft and rosy glow, and lastly, her lips were touched with a hint of baby pink. She couldn't help but smile when she noticed her teeth almost appeared whiter.
She flattened out the creases of her marine blue dress, until it fell neatly around her hips and down her legs. The dress was a halter, but to her disadvantage, the neckline was a deep 'v', but she added a nice, luminescent pearl necklace to lay the attention off of her chest. Her dress ended just around her ankles, and lay slimly around her long legs. She spun around on her soft, silver heels, and watched her dress glimmer in the light.
Even though she was confidently proud of the way she looked tonight, she really disliked dressing up. She rarely wore makeup, and on occasion she would wear a skirt. But most of the time, a plain tank top and baggy pants would do her just fine. Besides, she thought, nice clothes get dirty when you're a mechanic.
She sighed dreamily, when her thoughts trailed off to her date. She delicately grabbed her small handbag as she opened her bedroom door, and made her way slowly down the hallway, cautious of her tall shoes. She thought about how Russell would react when he saw her, in the back of her mind, she wished her would like the 'older version' of herself, for right now, she thought she looked to much like a doll. Her brows suddenly frowned sharply when her thoughts trailed off to Edward; she tried to pay it no mind. She said to herself, this is my night, not one little pipsqueak is going to ruin it for me.
She paused at the first step, and held the railing for light support. Her face softened, and she wondered if this would be a good time to forgive him. She had, after all, been ignoring him for the past time, and even shot him a dirty look or two, but she eventually wanted it to end. She smiled to herself when she pictured Russell and Edward getting along for once, and took her first step.
"Ed, this is the dumbest idea you have ever had," Al whispered as he neatly folded out his black jacket, "Do you have any idea what can happen!"
Edward's brows frowned as he held a long, red tie in his hands, "If she won't listen to me here, then I go and tell her there. It's that simple."
The two of them were sitting on the sofa in the living room; the television played loudly to drown out their conversation. Alphonse had retrieved Edward's wanted items, and Ed was attempting to adjust his tie right, for it was to long on his torso.
"Well what if she sees you and gets the wrong idea?" Al asked quietly, while trying to hide his jacket neatly under a pillow.
Edward grunted with frustration, and simply threw the red tie on the ground. He crossed his arms over his chest, and sat back, "Well it sucks for her if she thinks I'm spying," he turned up the volume on the television a bit more.
Alphonse bent over to pick up the tie, "If you ask me, this entire situation almost seems like you're stalking--"
Suddenly, Edward's hand had slapped across Al's mouth, in a gesture to keep quiet. He listened through the noise of the T.V, and heard footsteps coming down the stairs. Without thinking, he stuffed the red tie into a ball and shoved it down his pocket as soon as the footsteps grew louder. But before anything else could happen, they paused.
"What?" Winry asked as she shrugged her shoulders, "Is the dress a little to baring?" She stood on the last stair, still flipping her golden locks a bit.
Edward and Al stared wide-eyed and sat silently as she stepped off the last stair. Alphonse quickly shook his head to end his stares, and nearly exclaimed, "Wow, Winry…you look great!"
Winry smiled sweetly, "Thanks Al!" And she quickly turned her face away from Edward's, knowing that she wasn't going to accept anything he would say to her just yet.
But Ed remained silent; and eyed her from head to toe. He had never once seen her like this, and it was completely different, yet nice. Most girls he would see at homecoming, or any kind of formal dance for that matter, would wear short dresses, or apply too much black makeup around their eyes. He thought they all looked horrible, but Winry looked soft and delicate, and her smile was blissful.
She really is beautiful, wouldn't you agree?
"Yeah…" was all he managed to murmur. Winry turned her head in confusion, and Alphonse cocked an eyebrow. After noticing the glares, he quickly shook out his thoughts and pretended to watch the television again. His face began to grimace when he just realized he was agreeing with that cursed bastard. Russell doesn't think she's beautiful…he doesn't even know what real beauty is…
"Winry…" he rose up on to his feet suddenly, and managed to choke, "Can I talk to you…?"
She blinked, and was surprised that she didn't ignore his last statement. She nodded slowly, set her handbag on the stairs, and followed him into the kitchen.
"Listen…" Winry started, "I think I should…"
Edward took a deep breath and looked her into the eyes, "Wait, listen to me…I need to tell you something important." He brought his hands to his forehead, as if trying to massage out a massive headache, but he was searching for the right words to say. Winry remained silent.
He finally said slowly, "Russell is not the guy you think he is…" he paused when he noticed Winry's brows frowning, "…please don't get mad when I say more…"
Winry's once rosy cheeks started to glow a furious red, "How could you say that! Out of all people, I thought you would at least be happy for me!"
Edward's golden eyes widened, and he tried to calm her down, "Winry, please listen to me--"
"I know you don't like him, but please, why can't you understand that I do!"
"Winry--"
"And now that damned slut has stopped spreading those stupid rumors, and I have nothing to worry about anymore!" her eyes stated to sting, "But no, I meet the one guy that makes me happy, and you have to go and ruin it for me just because of some jealousy!"
Edward frowned, and he felt his face heat with annoyance,"Jealous? Jealous of what!"
"Don't act all dumb Ed, it's very obvious! And you just don't know how to leave us alone!"
Edward had it on his last nerve, "Winry this guy doesn't think about you the way you think about him!"
Winry rolled her eyes, "This makes it more obvious," and she began to yell, "How the hell can you prove it! You can't, because it's not true!"
"Winry, why do you even think I'd lie to you!"
Her cerulean eyes began to inundate, "And to think I was going to forgive you…"
Edward's face softened, and he watched a tear creep down her flushed cheek. His heart began to pound in his chest very loudly, and he could have sworn he felt a rush of pain.
"Winry…" he managed to whisper, and he tried to resist the urge of becoming irritated again, "I'm only telling you this because I don't want to see you get hurt..."
Winry quickly wiped the tear from her cheek before it disturbed any of her makeup, and angrily sighed, "Why would you care…"
Ha…why would I care? I thought you were good at pointing out the obvious…Before Edward could manage to open his mouth, Winry interrupted once again, "So far you haven't done anything that proves to me that you care," she sniffled, and began to calm down a bit, "If you really care at all, you would just leave me alone…"
…I can't do that.
All of a sudden, a knock at the door cracked through the angry silence. Winry quickly turned on her heels, trying her best to wipe her eyes, and simply left without a word.
Edward remained in the kitchen, with a horrible pain in his stomach. When he tried to take a step, an insane fluttering would occur deep in his gut, and it made him feel sick. He watched her walk down into the living room, and greet Russell at the door with an embrace, pretending like nothing had occurred.
But when she left, the front door slammed loudly; Ed didn't flinch at all. He couldn't move, he felt as if he were stuck to the floor, with nowhere else to go.
I just can't stand here and do nothing.
He stormed out of the kitchen and into the living room, where Alphonse was still sitting with wide eyes. He turned his head slowly to Ed's direction, and commented sarcastically, "Step one went smoothly…"
Edward grunted; he searched under the pillows on the sofa, and angrily grasped the hidden jacket in his hands. He swung it over his shoulders and put it on quickly, then gestured out his hand to Al, "The tie. Give it to me."
Alphonse stared, without a response, and carefully took the tie out of his pocket, "Why are you doing this?"
Edward turned without a word and walked over to the full-body mirror that was tact to the wall near the staircase. He struggled trying to keep the tie secure around his neck, and flattened out the crude creases in the jacket. He had a pair of nice black pants that went with the jacket, and simply wore a white shirt underneath, with the red tie in the center. After he was satisfied with the outfit, he let out his braid and let his golden hair into a simple ponytail, and let it run down the nape of his neck.
"Because…" he muttered, "I have a bad feeling…"
Alphonse, still seated on the sofa, took a long sigh, "You have odd ways of showing how you care."
Edward looked down, and winced as Winry's words rang in his head, Why would you care…
Ed slowly walked to the front door, and grasped the doorknob in his shaking hand, "Wish me luck…" And he left.
Alphonse sat back and groaned, as he heard his brother walk down the steps, "Fat chance…"
Edward walked down the bare sidewalk, kicking a pebble with his black shoes. A cool breeze caressed through the night, making his teeth chatter. His bangs were flying into his eyes, and his left fingers were cold. He had walked pretty far, and he was close to the school; he could almost hear the excitement of the students down the hill. He stopped, and looked down, and was able to see the lit building. He noticed millions of flashes from cameras, colorful balloons, and many people swarming in and out with their dates, but he couldn't see Winry.
He started to walk down, and he began to think, why am I doing this?
He then paused, was there a point for all of this? She told him to leave her alone if he really cared. And he knew he did, he was able to feel it burn in the center of his chest. Every time he thought about her, he would become an entirely different person that he didn't know about. This person wasn't able to control his emotions, and he would unleash himself at the most wrong times…he wished Winry was able to understand. But she needed to understand soon…. or…
Edward looked down at his right hand, and left leg. Just then, he was able to feel the pain rush up his artificial limbs, and it burned like the fire that once engulfed them. She made these for him to stand and move on, and she did everything in her power to help. And now he had to help her.
Edward screamed, and choked for air. His fevered brow was covered with sweat, and his jaw was tired from gritting his teeth. He kicked his right leg uneasily; as horrible pain started to slowly and agonizingly creep where his limb once was. The table he lay on shook furiously; the tray next to him with the tools nearly toppled over from all the commotion in the small room. He gasped loudly; grasping the sheets he lay on with his one hand.
He winced, "Ah…it hurts!"
Winry wiped her forehead with one hand, while she grasped her tools. Her eyes were in serious focus, yet frightened as she managed to plead, "Please Ed, just bare with me, we're doing the best we can!"
He knew he would never forget her eyes when she told him. They were a hollow blue, cold and emotionless when she said those words, why would you care.
You fucking idiot…He walked down the sidewalk, grasping his right hand in his left.
Because I love you.
HomecomingNEXT CHAPTER! So if you want to be nice and keep reading go ahead and leave some nice reviews! mwhahaha. Normally I would put the dance in this chapter too, but I think it would be too long...be prepared cause it might be a lil song fic chapter (grin) but first...any song suggestions?
