A/N This is like the preview to the major Winry-lusting and is kind of a filler but still I liked the idea so here it is.

Chapter 5: Hard Breakfast

"It's always good to see you boys again." Pinako said at the table as we were eating breakfast.

"It's nice to see home again." Al said with a what I could tell was something of a grin.

Angela and I were meanwhile chowing down on breakfast as fast as we could. It was an assortment of different cooked eggs with come side bacon, a stew with some kind of meat that tasted like heaven, and last but not least, fresh-squeezed grape juice.

Speeding through lunch at one end of table was me. Then next to me on the right was Angela eating almost as fast as me by shoving some eggs down her throat and pouring grape juice into her mouth at the same time. Next to me on the left was Al not touching anything and sitting peacefully. Granny was across from us with her famous pipe and a newspaper.

I had gotten up a few hours ago at about 5:00 and I went outside for some training. At about 8:00 I came in and Al was already at the table helping with breakfast. We all started eating and it felt just like... it felt comfortable.

"Oh, look at this." Granny said grimly as she read an article in the paper: The Risemboul Gazette.

Heh, what a name.

Al grabbed the newspaper and I looked over his shoulder.

"It says here that there's a guy kidnapping girls and mutilating them, then killing them. He leaves the body at the victim's house and then leaves a note with a note." Al said disgust evident in his voice.

I looked at the article and was immediately reminded of Barry the Chopper.

"This guy's in Risemboul?" I asked taking the newspaper from Al.

"Yes, unfortunately." Granny said grimly.

"Huh, usually this kind of stuff happens in the city."

I turned the paper over to look at the obituaries. There were a couple of people in it, mostly old people who passed. There was a woman who had died of a broken neck in a farming accident. A guy who died getting trampled by horses, and then two women who were killed by this mysterious serial killer.

"Did this sicko get anyone we know?" I asked checking the newspaper over.

"He got that nice Felice girl who used to let you all run around in her apple tree garden." Granny said thinking.

"I remember her, that's too bad." Al said taking the paper from me to see if Felice was in there,.

"Shame too. Died alone, no relatives. Just taken by this sicko and then found by a neighbor in a day." Granny said with a sad look on her face.

"I remember we would got out into her garden and then climb the tree and knock apples out of it." I said remembering old times.

"Yeah, you and Al would have contests on who could get the most out of the tree."

I suddenly turned around to see Winry coming into the room from her workshop.

There have been, so many things I've learned in my travels that have made me stronger, or grow older, or make me smarter, but there was one lesson that always stuck with me and probably saved my ass hundreds of times.

Life is cruel.

Winry was standing there in her little tube top that she wears whenever she's working on automail. With that were these tiny little shorts that must have been really old jeans that just over time frayed and got smaller. And smaller. And smaller.

She walked by extremely non-nonchalantly to the fridge with me sitting there with the fork practically hanging out of my mouth with the drool.

What was wrong with me? I can't have these crazy feelings about Winry! That's not how those kinds of things worked! She was just my mechanic and friend. If anything she was a sister to me!

But non-the less there was my hard-on under the table that I thought I would have been too sleepy to have.

"What's for breakfast Granny?" Winry asked as she (oh god,) net over to look inside of the refrigerator and grab some milk.

"Some eggs and bacon, now sit down and be polite." Pinako said sternly.

Winry sat down with a glass of milk and grabbed the paper out of my hand to look at it.

"Damn... it says here, another woman was just found dead inside a meat locker. Julianne Forrester, 43, no one even knows how she was killed. She went missing for a month and then they found her, they don't even know how long she was dead..." Winry said with a look of sadness and possibly fear.

For a moment I forgot about my little problem under the table and reached out my automail hand over hers. I gripped it, and she put the paper down to give me smile.

"Guess, these weren't the best times to some back home." Winry said with a sad smile.

I let go of her hand immediately, my problem coming back to me and made sure to keep my head down and in my eggs.

"Hey Ed!"

"Great the other woman in my life..." I muttered to myself.

"You know what we should do today? We should go down to that big lake and swim in it! Could we? Could we?" Angela asked bouncing around in her seat like a lunatic.

"Well..." I said trying to think in my less-than clear mind.

"Oh, Ed can't he has to stay inside for the work I'll be doing on his automail." Winry said matter-of-factly.

"Yeah, I guess I can't since I broke my- hey wait a minute? What work!" I said realizing that my arm was fine.

"Well, I was thinking that I could give your arm a couple upgrades. You know this and that..."

"Great, and this will cost me how much?" I asked knowing that this was gonna cost an arm and a leg. No pun intended.

"Heh, heh, price isn't important when it comes to good automail!" Winry said standing up abruptly and her breasts bouncing.

I was like a deer in the headlights. Again, no pun intended.

"Mmmm... no thanks." I said trying to compose myself.

"But Ed... I worked all last night trying to get the calibrations on some new gadgets I've been working on. Please?" she asked trying to look all sad. Her eyes were bulging with the little puppy-eye tears and a pathetic look on her face.

"Winry, no." I said definetely.

Suddenly the next part happened in a flash and I felt like killing myself.

She ran up to me and grabbed my automail arm and wrapped her entire upper body around it like some sort of hot, giant-breasted, snake. Her legs were on the ground with her butt sitting right on my leg. She was shaking up down like a puppy on coffee which had the all the wrong effects on me.

"PLEASEEEEEEE!" she whined at me.

This was a sort of ritual between us. She would always beg, then whine, then she usually threatened, then begged again, then sometimes whine again but I usually gave in by then. This time she was on the whining part and it shouldn't have bothered me. But with my new problems this was bordering erotic when it's normally just annoying. With any other woman it would have been on purpose but with she was just being... Winry.

But this was all happening too fast and I freaked out.

"Hey! Get offa me!" I yelled and shook Winry off my arm and she fell to the ground with a sickeningly loud thud.

For a moment time was frozen and I knew whatever happened next would define how my actions would be determined.

"...E-ed?" Winry said her voice shaking

I thought there was no way in hell this situation could get any worse.

I was wrong.

"Yahh!" and suddenly Angela jumped onto my back and I landed on two nice soft pillows that cushioned my fall.

There I was with Winry's breasts right in my face and Angela standing on my back.

I immediately got up and my face really cold.

"Ouch! What heck was that for?" I asked Angela as she was gripping my back like a ledge.

"Don't be mean to Winry Ed!" she said with this grumpy little look on her face.

I sighed and helped Winry up.

"I'm sorry..." I said quietly.

"Good," Angela said patting my head like I was a dog, "Now, I have the solutions to all our problems." she said as she got off my back and stood on the table.

I could feel the tension in the air lifting.

"What, they're finally gonna take you off my hands?" I said sarcastically.

This time it was Winry who hit me on the back of my head.

"Edward!"

"No... Al will take me to the lake and you and Winry will meet us there after she's done her autotail thingie.

I wanted to argue but Winry grabbed my arm again and leaned her forehead against the automail shoulder. She had her breasts pressed against my arm and even though I couldn't feel them I could tell, they were there.

"Please Ed..." this time she asked barely in a whisper and I knew this time she might cry for real.

I looked at Al and Pinako and they looked like to people at a Broadway show waiting for the climax of the scene to happen. Unfortunately it seemed like I was the protagonist of the story and my decision would affect the rest of the play.

"Fine, you big babies!" I said in a huff and walked off to my room hiding my hard-on.

This was gonna be a great day if didn't shoot myself first.

A/N There you go, all you Winry lusting fans will be so happy for the next chapter. R&R Please!