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Theme 3: Remembrance

How long had it been since he saw her? Two years? Three years? No, three years and a few months. Three years. He wonders if that mechanic stills remember him. Well, she would remember his automail. Definitely the automail. Or at least, what's left of it. Scar had exploded Winry's precious metal into millions of tiny pieces. What will he, Edward Elric, do when he sees the 15 – year old automail - mechanic.

Talking about the mechanic. He wonders what is she doing now? Besides her usual routine of taking apart and putting back things. She would've grown a lot during the four years. And…tease him about…his…his…height. The part he's been dreading. Height. And that wretched wrench of hers. Especially that big one she carries with her 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. Causing scars all over his head. He'd been hit so much that he can still remember the pain. It wasn't his fault. He had to train his body by sparring. And she comes along with that wrench of hers and tries to murder him. Not to mention the milk. That white juice from a cow, who'd want to drink that any ways? For one he didn't. And she had to force him, with that grey metallic thing. Growth reasons, she says. Heh. Seems like she cares more about his automail more than himself. One scratch, and he's gone. Just one tiny scratch, something will be flying at top speed at his head. His head.

Walking up the hill, towards the Rockbell residence, more memories filled up his head. Some painful, some cheerful. Most, about that wrench. Up on top stood the two-story house. In front, was Granny Pinako. The midget sized granny. Someone inferior to him.

After spending several minutes arguing with the micro-sized granny, he thought he was safe from that wrench. But no.

BANG!

It flew right to the middle of his head. Tch. That cursed wrench, again! Not coming for maintenance? Who the heck had time? He angrily yelled at that machine freak, but her reply was just " 'Ahaha. Welcome home'?" Wasn't she going to say sorry? Heh. Nevermind. Arguing with that otaku won't improve anything. The only thing it would bring is more objects to his fragile head. Well, at least she still remembered how to throw things at a certain Edward Elric.

He walked into the Rockbells' house. Most of it was the same. The furniture, tool table, the kitchen. Very little changed around here, he thought. Sitting down on the sofa while the wrench bearer went to the kitchen to get him something to drink, Edward Elric lightly touched his head. Crap. It still hurts. Winry Rockbell came back from the kitchen and set the hot coffee on the table. He picked it up and started to sip from it. She did change. That Winry. She was…cuter? Nicer? He blushed a little. She did after all, even after he yelled at her angrily and haven't seen her for several years, she still welcomed him home. She did grow up after all. Maybe, the wrench wasn't also bad thing after all. It did act as a reminder for her didn't it? But then again, he didn't need that kind of reminding did he? Still, the wrench was her little trademark wasn't it? Yeah, as long as he stayed a distance away, the wrench wasn't that bad.

A few seconds later

Nope. Take that back. That wrench is cursed. And that girl isn't nice, cute, or even a bit welcoming.

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