When I was younger I never thought about how things smelled. I knew everything smelled, and that everything had its own smell, but I never really paid much attention to the smells themselves. I never realized how unique each smell was, and what it said about things, places, and people.

I remember the burnt, metallic smell that was the first scent I smelled in years. It was blood, and dirt, and metal. It burned my nose, and I was shocked. I sneezed a lot before my nose began to adjust. My mind was still reeling, even after I stopped sneezing. I could smell again. I could actually smell again.

Old familiar scents came back to me quickly enough when I smelled them, but a lot of smells were new to me. Resinburg's air, after the confining, coaly air of the train, made me smile. It was fresh, and clean, just they way I remembered it. It was late fall, and the air held the wonderful smell of wood smoke. I remember very clearly the first few breaths of air, and how they made me feel.

The air in Central was completely different from Risenburg. Central air smelled dirty, and was full of exhaust. It made me cough, but I still enjoyed the smells. Shops each smelled different from the streets around them, and the food shops were the best, or the worst. Every time I came out of a food shop I was dizzy, and I nearly passed out walking by a perfume shop. Everything was different, and wonderful.

People held their own smells, and I noticed them more then I ever had. Hawkeye smelled faintly of cinnamon, of gunpowder, and a little of clean dog. Mustang smelled like cologne, and smoke. Havoc reeked of cigarette smoke, and breath mints, and Fury smelled soapy. Granny Pinako and the area around her smelled strongly of pipe smoke, which was one of my favorite scents ever. Winry-Winry smelled like oil, grass, and spice all mixed together into one scent, unless she was going somewhere special, and then she wore perfume that smelled very softly green.

I couldn't go into Granny Pinako's kitchen for a month. every time I did my nose burned, and my head spun. The smells, even when no one was cooking, were very strong. When Winry made apple pie I could smell it from my room. It smelled wonderful. I could pick out almost every scent, and then, sometime during the cooking, all the smells blended together. She made it after I had gotten used to my body, and she brought a large slice of pie up to my room when she was done cooking the pie.
Three weeks after I was restored my brother brought home a kitten, and handed it off to me with a sideways smile. I had forgotten how cats smelled. The clean, peculiar smell that all cats smelled like was wonderful, and I still think it is one of my favorite smells.

My favorite smell, however, is the first comforting smell after I was restored. It was the smell of my brother, when he picked me up, and held me close. The metal, earthy, sweaty, cat-like scent of my brother that made me cry. I had forgotten it, or, maybe. I had never known what my brother smelled like until that day.

A/N:Okay, second chapter! Thanks for reveiwing, and the updating schedule depends on you. Late due to computer glitches!
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