It's been awhile since I last updated this fic, so I decided to add another. This one's a kiddy fic that I've had for awhile. Anyways, enjoy!

Sapphire

Another day with a cloudless sky came upon Resembool like a much-needed blessing after the rained that poured mercilessly for a week without end. The sun was out, its warmth basking on anything it touched. Two friends in particular were enjoying the sunshine, taking advantage of the turn in the weather by doing almost everything outside.

Edward and Winry laid on the grass, huddled together over a coloring book, crayons scattered around them carelessly as the two colorized the pages.

"Please pass the yellow," Winry politely requested.

"But I'm still using it," Ed responded, holding it up.

"Oh. Then please pass the green."

"I'm using that one too."

"How can you be using two crayons at the same time?" she remarked.

Ed sighed. "Fine! You can use the green, but I'm still using the yellow."

"'Kay," Winry agreed, taking the green crayon to color the picture of a tree. A breeze picked up, whipping through her hair. A few strands fell into her face, and she swiftly brushed them aside.

"Stupid hair," she grumbled, wiping away the strands from her eyes.

Ed chuckled at how frustrated she was getting with her own hair, fighting to keep them away from her blue eyes. No, sapphire eyes, he corrected himself. Winry was the only girl he had ever met to have such a hypnotic gaze. One look into the sapphire orbs of hers, you were caught under a spell you couldn't get out of. This of course made it hard for Ed to look her in the eyes when he talked to her, so to avoid unnecessary gaping, he usually looked elsewhere.

"Are you done with the yellow?" she asked, glancing up at him.

Ed filled in a last part with yellow before handing her the crayon. "Can I have the red?" She rolled over the one he wanted, and they colored in silence, the only sounds keeping them company were Winry's humming and the crayons being pressed onto the paper.

"Bleh, I don't like the color orange," Winry broke the silence as she wrinkled her nose. "It's an icky color."

"Then what color do you like?" Ed questioned curiously.

She put a finger to her chin in consideration, before coming up with an answer. "Pink!"

Ed made a face. "Every girl's favorite color is pink!"

"It's a pretty color!" she shot back. "Besides, what's your favorite color?"

"Sapphire I guess."

"Yeah?"

Without realizing what he was saying, the words spilled out of his mouth,"Yup, sapphire's like the color of you're eyes, and I think your eyes are really pretty to-"

Oops.

Winry blinked twice. Ed felt his face burn with embarrassment and he avoided any eye contact, keeping his focus on the coloring book and acting like he hadn't said anything at all.

"You really think my eyes are pretty?" she quietly asked, a small blush coming along on her cheeks.

"Well, yeah," he said without registering the words in his mind first.

Her mouth formed into a huge smile, her face lighting up brightly. Next thing he knew, she had wrapped her arms around him in a hug.

"Aaww, Ed! You're so sweet!" she squealed. "That's the nicest thing a boy has ever said to me!"

Ed's first instinct was to break away from her, but he didn't understand the weird, warm, tingling sensation her touch brought. Maybe it was from the fact that he was in such close contact with a girl, or maybe it was from the realization that it was Winry hugging him. What confused him even more was how he felt like melting, and how he felt rather... safe in her arms. He could've stayed like that forever if he wanted, but not far from where they were, he saw Al blinking at the spectacle before him with his mouth wide open. Abruptly, Ed pried Winry off, his cheeks as scarlet as the red crayon in his hand.

"Argh! Get offa me!" he broke free of her grasp, scooting as far as he could away from her. "Aw man, now I have a girl's cooties!"

"You're so immature!" Winry said, but was still smiling from his comment.

"Why must you get so touchy?" Ed hid tomato-red face by looking solely at the ground. "You didn't have to hug me, gosh!"

"Oh grow up!" she huffed, crossing her arms and throwing on a scowl.

"I am grown up!" Ed matched her scowl with a glare.

"Nuh-uh!"

"Yeah-huh!"

"Nuh-uh!"

"Yeah-huh!"

"No you're not!"

"Yes I am!"

"No!"

"YES!"

"NO!"

"I'm going home!" Ed shouted as he stood up and ran off. He dashed away from Winry, past Al who was still stunned to his spot at the hug he had witnessed, into his house, and upstairs to his room where he slammed the door shut. He vowed he would never talk to her again. Never ever, ever!

But then he saw in his hand Winry's red crayon, which he had apparently ran off with. With an exasperated "Oh man!" he retreated back outside to where Winry was to return what belonged to her. It was inevitable; he could never stay mad at her forever. As if nothing had happened at all, he laid down next to her in the cool grass and together they finished the rest of the coloring book with the earlier argument quickly forgotten.

And that night as all were peacefully lost in slumber, Edward's mind drifted to the thoughts of a certain girl with a hypnotizing and captivating gaze, her eyes the pretty color sapphire.

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