Inu's AN: Hey, it's Inu-KagomeFan, the owner of this account. I wrote this story with my friend silverfox; this is our first story… period. Not our first story together, just our first story. She wrote the dialogue (which she did an EXCELLENT job of), and I transferred it to this form… maybe its called paragraph form… I tend to forget. Anyway, I hope you review, flames are accepted.
Silverfox's AN: We made it up out of boredom and slight sugar-highness.
The FullMetal Alchemist's watch was a grand piece of art, with a carving of the military dog, made of sterling silver, where light glistened off its smooth surface. It was what proved that he was a State Alchemist.
Now if only he could find it…
The Rockbells' home was a mess. Papers were scattered all over the floor of most of the rooms in the house, random drawers were open, and pots and pans were wherever there was space in the kitchen (not including the cabinets).
The person who had caused this mess was in for it when Pinako and Winry found out.
Who was the cause of this mess, you may ask?
It was none other than the Edward Elric, the FullMetal Alchemist himself.
The room he was currently causing chaos to was his own. The bed sheets were on the floor, as were several clothes.
Ed was ransacking his dresser when his brother, Alfonse Elric, entered the almost destroyed room.
"Brother, what are you doing?"
Ed grunted in frustration, "My watch is missing! Have you seen it?"
"No, I haven't."
"Damn it! Winry probably took it!"
"You shouldn't assume like that, it could be anywhere," Al responded with his soft voice.
Ed started pacing as he continued the conversation with his brother, "No, I'm sure of it. She took it, and I'm gonna find it," he paused. "Where is Winry anyway?"
"I think she went out but--," he was interrupted by Ed as he dashed out into the hall.
"Wait, where are you going?" Al said as he ran after his brother.
He found him standing in front of another door, not far from his brother's room. Al gasped when he realized whose door it was. "B-but, Brother, we're not allowed in there, it's filled with girl stuff a-," he was once again interrupted.
"And my watch."
"If Winry catches us-"
"Exactly, if, she catches us, which she won't because you'll be looking out for her," he interrupted again, for at least the third time that day.
Al looked at his brother helplessly. "But I don't want to be lookout! W-what if she comes? What do I do?"
"Uhh… I don't know… whistle or something…," Ed said as he picked the lock. After he heard a satisfying click, he pushed the door open and rushed in.
He stood in the middle of the room, trying to decide where to look first.
"Hmm… those drawers look like a good place…," he said while he walked over to a set of drawers on the left side of the room.
He opened the top drawer and let out a scream. Inside were all of Winry's undergarments… lacey undergarments. "EWW! GROSS!"
Seconds after he backed away, he came back, finding it to be the perfect place for her to hide his watch (A/N: Haha, yeah right).
He began digging through the drawer, shoving the things that weren't his watch aside. Eventually, the drawer was down to its last piece of clothing.
"C'mon, it has to be here somewhere!"
He grabbed the said piece of clothing -or in other words, the black lacey bra- in his hand and removed it to make sure it wasn't under there (A/N: Again, haha, yeah right). "I was so sure it was in there…"
"EDWARD ELRIC!" An extremely loud voice came from the door.
Ed turned around to see the owner of that room, Winry Rockbell, in the doorway of her now sty of a room.
"AH! AL! YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE LOOKOUT!"
In the most sorry, pathetic voice he could muster, he said, "But, Brother, I don't know how to whistle."
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY--," she froze; she couldn't believe what she was seeing. Standing in the middle of her room was Edward Elric, holding her bra in his hand. Edward, freaking Elric, was holding her bra in his hand. He was holding her bra in his hand! Why that little shrimp…
The fierce glare that she was holding before had turned fiercer, if possible, and her left eye started twitching.
Ed looked at her fixed glare and looked down at his hand… the hand that was holding her bra. The eerie silence ended when Ed let out a scream, realization suddenly dawned on him. He was still holding Winry's bra.
"AH!" he threw the bra elsewhere in the room. He didn't care where it landed, as long as it was away from his hand.
"It's not what it looks like! Besides, you took my--"
"YOU PIG!" she grabbed her wrench out of her pocket and aimed for his head.
WHAM!
…Score!
Winry hit him square in the forehead, and then literally dragged him out of her room.
"And don't you ever come in here again!"
He stood up, once again conscience. "Like I'd want to! And I want my watch back!"
Without opening her door Winry yelled, "I don't have your stupid watch!"
He let out a frustrated scream and stormed off to the living room, Al following after him.
"You shouldn't be so mad Brother, after all, you did go in there without permission," Al said gently, making sure to stay a few feet from his brother… he had an awfully bad temper.
Ed scoffed at what his younger brother said. "I don't need permission to take back what's mine," he plopped onto the couch, only for pain to come to his behind. He jumped up with an ouch and removed the sofa cushion he was sitting on top of to find his beloved watch. "Ha! Well, what do ya' know?"
"See, I told it could have been anywhere. You should go and tell Winry you're sorry for going into her room."
Ed contemplated this. It was as much her fault as it was his! I mean, she had this strange obsession with his watch, and even had the nerve to try and take it apart once, just to see how it worked! Because of that, she had found out something that he hadn't even told Al. It was something very personal that she should have never found out about, and wouldn't have if she wasn't a machine freak. If she wasn't so nosy, he would have never assumed.
But then again, he did just barge in. He could have just asked her… but she could have lied! But did he really have to go through her underwear drawer? He was doing the same thing that she did to him that time, going through her personal things without asking. He mentally sighed.
"Yeah, I guess I should," he stood and trudged down the hallway to Winry's room. He wasn't in a hurry, he wasn't wasting anybody's time but is own.
When he reached what he considered the room where all his nightmares lay, he knocked softly.
"Winry?"
"What do you want Ed?" she said, straining to sound calm.
"C'mon, don't tell me you're still mad?"
"Of course I'm still mad!"
"What did I do?" he knew the answer to that already but what else was he gonna say?
"You went through all my stuff! That's a very bad Ed! Bad Ed! Bad."
"WHA—BAD ED? WHAT AM I NOW, A DOG? Look, I just came to sa--"
"Just go away Ed," she would have yelled it, but her throat was sore from all the yelling she done that day… the loud yelling. She rubbed her throat as she though about it.
"FINE! I just wanted to say that I'm sorry and that I found my watch! GEEZ!" he angrily left to the living room where his brother waited for him. Stupid girl…
He lied down on the couch; apparently his brother heard the whole thing.
"Well, it could've been worse…"
He sighed, "Whatever you say, Al."
Al sighed; his brother could be so stubborn…
He rolled over as he heard the clanking of his brother's hollow suit of armor fading away. Trying to situate himself into a comfortable position, he moved the sofa cushion to find a bag of potato chips.
"Hmm… I wonder what else is in this couch…"
He turned over a few more cushions and found some change.
I wonder if these chips are still good… he mentally sighed (he'd been doing that a lot lately) and pocketed the changed. He decided to take a chance and took a bite.
Hmm… not bad. He ate a few more and decided he was exhausted from the argument. In only minutes he was fast asleep.
"Brother! Brother! Wake up!"
"Wha-what?" he yawned, "What's wrong Al?"
"It's Winry! She's gone!"
"Good," he said, voice still drowsy from sleep, "I don't care."
Hmm… I almost forgot the disclaimer… well, here ya go.
inu: Disclaimer
inu?
inu: lol
silverfox: thats why im obsessed with making my work perfect
silverfox: well
silverfox: our
inu: lol
silverfox: but still
silverfox: what do you mean 'disclaimer'?
inu: you kno... the disclaimer
inu: when author's claim they own nothing
silverfox: .
silverfox: but
silverfox: sigh
silverfox: i dunno
inu: ok...
inu: well should the disclaimer be funny or serious
inu?
inu: hmm
silverfox : hmmm
silverfox : i think funny
inu: ok
silverfox :
inu: help me make up one
silverfox : what
inu: how do we claim that we own nothing?
silverfox : an author's note?
silverfox : oh
silverfox : hmm
inu: a disclaimer
silverfox: we stole it
silverfox : plain and simple
inu: hey, i got an i idea!
silverfox : WE STOLE IT
inu: lol
inu: lol
silverfox : what
inu: we could use our conversation
inu: lol
silverfox : really
inu: yes
silverfox : simple
silverfox : yet effective
inu: lol
silverfox : i like it
inu: ok
inu: we own nothing
inu: say it
silverfox : it's gonna be long then
silverfox : WE OWN NOTHING!
silverfox : GOT THAT!
silverfox : WE STEAL!
…That was our conversation on what to make the disclaimer… yes, I know, we are idiots.
…Psycho idiots…
Anyway, this story will have a very surprising, hilarious twist…:D
I would like to thank my friends… (they have accounts here) Starlorn, inuyasha-kagomefan305 (I think, I can't find out right now, and I really want to post this so… yeah…), and Passionwriter (who is going to have a good Danny Phantom fic out).
I hope you enjoyed it. Thanks for reading!
Oh and we might update next week, or later, unfortunately, we have a life.