Sour
Disclaimer: I have never, ever owned Full Metal Alchemist, and never will. Nor do I own the characters.
Pairing: Flethcer+Elisa
"Hello Russell, can Flethcer play?" It had been a year since the Red Water incident with the Elric Brothers, and Xenotime was returning to normal. Russell and Flethcer, now fifteen and eleven, had become skilled botanists, bringing wealth to the town via fresh fruit and agricultural markets instead of the dead gold trade that even still some hopeful citizens clung to. Elisa was ten now, and most of her cough had subsided, her family inn becoming prosperous due to her fathers famous lemon pies. So she stood outside the Tringham residence, with hopeful eyes peeking around the corner of the half closed door.
"Flethcer! Elisa wants to play, why don't you get some fresh air?" Russell called over his shoulder, his little brother quickly abandoning his studies and running to the door.
"Okay! I'll be back for dinner!" He said happily, giving a smile to his friend before they raced off down the cobblestone road.
"So, where do you want to go?" Flethcer said while they were still running, turning the corner towards the country-side.
"How about we go to the lemon grove? The lemons should be ripe!" She gasped excitedly, trying to keep up with her agile partner in crime, her pigtails, now longer, bouncing up and down as they ran past the main gate. The farmers had left for the day, the ladders set down against the stone fence. They both collapsed to the soft grass, giving weak laughs between harsh gasps for precious oxygen to their empty lungs. The light blue sky peeked happily through the leaves, leaving patterns on the grass resembling leopard spots.
They eventually caught their breath and sat up, Elisa giving him a sweet smile causing Flethcer to blush involuntarily. "Can you get some lemons for me? The ladders are down, and I can't climb the trees." She asked, sweet as sugar, brushing dust off of her stain spotted white dress. Flethcer could only respond with a smile and a nod, taking a piece of chalk out of his back pocket of his overalls. He drew a circle on the tree, and two lemons tumbled down the branches to the ground, landing softly. He ran over to the hose, turning it on for Elise to wash the pair of treats they stole, the cold water splashing on the fresh grass causing a puddle of mud. She washed them well, the dirt being cleaned from the yellow hide. But when she turned around, a cold spray of water slapped her back causing her to jump into the air with a screech.
"Flethcer! You big meanie! That's cold!" Elisa whined, running away from the unfriendly hose and its wielder.
"Sorry Elisa, I just couldn't resist!" He chuckled happily, turning off the hose and walking towards the still suspicious girl who had taken a seat in the grass. "I won't do it again. Promise."
She looked him over skeptically, but then caved in, giving the boy a lemon that she had already peeled. "Go ahead, eat!" She said, seemingly impatient, for a reason unknown to the blonde botanist. But he took a big bite, his face twisting and contorting, his eyes watering at the young lemon's sour taste, also causing his lips to pucker so he resembled a fish.
It happened before he had a chance to stop it, or see it through his watered eyes. An unfamiliar force pressed against his lips, causing his eyes, despite his senses protest, to jerk open to see Elisa's lips pressed against his. She finally pulled away, Flethcer tears from the lemon falling over his cheeks.
"O Flethcer, you're so sensitive! Crying at your first kiss." She said teasingly, her tongue slipping between her lips playfully.
"I am not! It's the lemon!" He protested, but she continued to tease him, resulting in a game of hide-and-go-seek tag in his attempt to get revenge. But soon the sun was setting, and they both started down the dirt road to get back to Xenotime. They chattered away as they walked down the streets, and he dropped her off at her house. Heading home, he stared up at the stars, absent-mindedly touching his lips.
"Hey, Flethcer!" Russell shouted from the door, "Where have you been, dinner is getting cold!" He blushed and ran to the door, grabbing a seat at the wooden table. Russell stared at his younger brother, something was different about him, he could tell, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. "What's up with you?"
"Oh nothing!" Flethcer said happily, digging into his spaghetti. "But I really need to eat lemons more often!"
END
Author's Note: Yes, a little bit of "Lemon" here. XP I just finished the third DVD, so I got ideas, especially from the last episode on the disk. I can't wait for the next one, come out already dammit! I took a gamble at their ages there, so they may not be correct, I just estimated the age from the way they are drawn. Sayonara!
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