Disclamier: I do not own FullMetal Alchemist. I just like to torment and control the characters. Bwahaha. And throw new ones in there... -shifty eyes-
Author's Note: I promised the chapter sooner, but hey. Better late than never. This chapter, I must say, is pretty sucky. Bewared. Chapter six is better, though, if you love drama and chick-flick moments. D
Chapter Five: A bit of fun
Reaching the local resturant simpled labeled "Resturant", the four sat down (Alphonse and Edward on one sit, Winry across from Alphonse and Marinna next to Winry). Only a few other people were there. Sadly, they all were looking at Alphonse strangly.
"Geez... They act like they've never seen kindness in a can before," Edward said, humor in his voice.
Marinna and Winry chucked as a waitress came and set down a sheet of paper in front of each of them. Looking down at it, Marinna saw that it was the menu for this place. There wasn't much to choose from. Good thing she wasn't a picky girl. Breakfast, lunch, dinner, desserts, and drinks all fit onto that one page.
"May I get you all something to drink?" the waitress asked once she handed out the menu.
"I'll have some orange juice," Winry said.
"Oragne juice for me too," Edward said to the waitress, smiling.
"I'll have an apple juice, please," Marinna said, politly and almost too quiet.
The waitress smiled at Marinna and turned to Alphonse. "And you sir?"
"Oh, uh, nothing for me please. I'm not thirsty," he said a little uncomfortable.
"Alright. I'll be right back with those," the waitress said.
Alphonse sighed and looked down at the table.
"Aww Al, as soon we get your body back, we'll go to a resturant again, just for you," Edward said, trying to comfort his brother.
"So... Al can't eat?" Marinna asked.
"Nope. Just his soul in there," Edward said.
"Didn't you notice him not eatting at dinner?" Winry asked.
"Well yeah... but I just figured he wasn't hungry. I knew it was just his soul, but I thought he could at least eat..." Marinna said sadly, feeling very bad for Alphonse. It must be hard... she thought, to watch his brother eat and feel and be human. She too bowed her head, sadness in her eyes.
Seeing her head look down, the three of them looked at her.
"Marinna, what's the matter?" Winry asked.
Not answering, Edward and Alphonse looked at each other.
"It's okay Marinna," Alphonse said, now looking at her. "It's not a big deal."
"Yes, it is.You can't do things like us. I wouldn't be able to stand it," she said, sounding almost like she was crying.
"I'm used to it, really. Don't worry about it," Alphonse said, trying to comfort her, suprised she had gotten so upset over it.
The waitress came back with their drinks and Marinna instantly got happy again, hiding that she was ever sad. She didn't want other people to see that she was making such a big deal out of this. She tucked her emotions away inside herself now, thanking the waitress for her drink.
Taking a sip of her apple juice, Winry started to talk. "So Ed? When do you want me to make your auto-mail?"
Setting down her cup, Marinna's eyes traveled from Winry to Edward, who was sitting across from her.
"Well Winry, about that..." Edward started, but Winry interupted.
"Oh, no! It's no trouble at all," she said, smiling and laughing.
Marinna watched Winry out of the corner of her eye, wanting to see her reaction.
"I know..." he said, feeling a little bit of regret. "Marinna's going to be making it."
Eyes getting big for a moment, glancing at Marinna, and a flash of pain, they quickly settled down again. A small, forced smile appeared on her face as she asked "Oh?"
"Yeah. I want her to make it," Edward said.
"That's... fine..." she said, sounding like she was holding back the urge to cry. It showed in her eyes too.
Marinna sat there, feeling bad that she'd taken it so badly. Edward and her would probably have a talk later. Marinna would say her appologize outside of a public place. The food came, they ate, and it was silent.
They finished their food in record time, the silence almost unberable. They left the resturant, still in silence and made their way home. It would be awkward until this got straightened out.
