Summary: Rated T for blood loss. "Sometimes the most amazing things can happen...sometimes, no matter how loosely or tightly you hold onto him or her, your love, your dream, he or she will slip right through your fingers."
Disclaimer: If I owned Full Metal Alchemist Dante would be not nearly so creepy and machiavellian. No, I don't know how that's spelled; in my haste to make up ofr three weeks without updates, I felt it would be time-consuming to check. Deal with it.
And now we're standing face to face…
She stared into his eyes. He stared back into hers. Her eyebrows knitted together. He started to sweat. A bead of salt water slowly trickled down his face. Just before it fell into his eye, he blinked.
"Ha! I win!"
"Oh come on! How could I not have blinked? I was sweating!"
"You know what they say: 'Never let them see you sweat.'"
Staring contests are one of the more immature ways to spend a rainy afternoon, but it was something to do. And when you can't go anywhere and stuck with two boys, what else are you going to do? She'd have preferred to find out what makes his pocket watch tick, but she knows he'd never allow it. So, threatening that, she can get him to do anything else.
"Again?"
"No way. Play with Al."
"But Al doesn't blink! That's not fair!"
"Sorry, Winry," Al said sadly.
"It's ok, Al. It's not your fault."
Ed abruptly stood and left. Only then did she realize what she'd said. She ran out the door after him. "Ed! I didn't mean it like that!"
"I know you didn't. Still hurt, though."
She turned to see he was right outside the door and she'd passed him about ten feet. She backed up until she stood next to him. How would she apologize properly? She fidgeted, shifted her weight, and turned toward him at the same time he turned toward her. They were now nose to nose. He smiled. Her cheeks tinted pink. "Apology accepted."
(A/N: Cute and kinda fluffy. I know this doesn't make up for the long wait, so for that, I will give you another one. Yes, another one! Had to keep you guys reading somehow. )