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Chapter 9 - Confessions of Men

It was just another warm morning in the busy house once again. Ed was stepping down the stairs, and for once, when he saw Roy sitting there, he wasn't intimidated, nor tempted to add some sort of insult.

"Hey, Roy." Roy looked up at him.

"Hello, Elric." Al acted terrified.

"Mark the calendar! They're getting along!" Ed laughed. It was already a good day, and he was in a wonderful mood. He grabbed his coat and started towards the door. Al started to follow.

"Brother, where are you going?"

"Just for a little walk, no worries. I'll be back soon." Al nodded, understanding, and went back into the house. Ed just needed some time, and it was the most beautiful day he'd seen in a while. It was time to comprehend everything that was happening. Or more like the one thing that's been changing. . .Winry. Just thinking about her made him feel funny. . . It never used to be like this.

She used to be his best friend, just plain old Winry, and everything was changing so fast. . .He wasn't a boy, and she wasn't just a girl anymore, they both should be old enough to tell each other how they feel. Ed leaned against a tree and looked out at a field. There were tons of flowers that had just bloomed. He thought of Winry, and how pretty she looked on the tire swing that one day, and how much he didn't want to leave now.

What had Winry done to him? Why was she the only thing he thought of, and why was he so jealous when he saw Mustang talking to her. He knew this would have happened one day.

He had fallen for Winry.


Roy watched Winry move across the kitchen floor. What made her so much more fascinating then any other woman he had seen? Did he think she was beautiful? Yes, he did. But any idiot could tell Winry was beautiful.

'I refuse to believe I'm attracted to a mere girl.'

Yes she was young, but she was so smart and kind. . .What sane man wouldn't be attracted to that? It was becoming more and more apparent to Roy that Winry stood out more then anyone. He was spending so much time away from the military he was losing his common sense.

"You okay, Roy?" Winry spoke to him softly and gently.

'God don't make it worse.'

"I'm fine. I need a little bit of fresh air." Winry sighed to herself. Boys never talk about their feelings. Sheesh. She watched Roy through the window sitting down in a chair on the porch.

'What's his problem?' Winry thought as she went out to follow him.


Ed laughed. Now that he admitted to himself how he felt about Winry, he never felt so good. He ran through the field, picking flowers as he went. He had been out for about an hour, just taking to himself about it.

"I'll tell her!" He said. She had to feel the same way, she just had to! She wouldn't beg him to stay so bad if she didn't feel anything.

'If she wants me to, maybe I can quit the military. I'm sure there'll be other ways to get information from them! Since Roy and I are good friends now, he can even help me!'

Ed looked at the open flower field. Those flowers weren't good enough for Winry. He'd find the best flowers in Resembool for Winry, no matter how far he had to go. For once he was being honest with himself; For once he was doing something for himself rather then to please everyone. He started down the dirt road,


"Roy, what're you thinking about." She looked honestly concerned with how he felt. No one really ever was concerned with Mustangs feelings. During the Ishbal Massacre, he was a killer. Afterwards, he's a power hungry military Colonel. Everyone thought he had no feelings.

"I really don't know what I'm thinking." It was the only true piece of information he could offer without telling her how beautiful he thought she was. She just shook her head.

"You can trust me. Tell me what's going on." He couldn't tell her that he was attracted to her. What was even stranger then her being so young, was that during the Ishbal massacre. . .He killed her parents. God, how he hated himself for that. He owed her his feelings. At least that much.

"Winry, I don't know how to describe it." Roy stood up and started to walk to the other side of the porch. The sky was starting to turn orange and red as the sun started to set. How did he get himself into this mess? Roy just wished that Ed would come any minute now, and interrupt the moment. He kept his back towards Winry. He just couldn't face her - He couldn't control this feeling.

"You can try."

'Come on Roy, you owe her this much. Even if you know she doesn't feel the same, even though you know it will never work out, you owe her this damn much!'

But her parents. He shot her parents - He watched them cry for mercy, and he watched them die, clinging to the picture of their beloved daughter, and here he stood. He wanted to tell Winry he was sorry, he wanted to tell her he thought she was amazing, but it was impossible.

He was a scarred man, and it was holding him back.

'Roy, you damn idiot. You can't even look her in the eyes.' He said to himself, turning around to look at her. The poor girl was only concerned with his feelings, and he was putting himself through hell.

"Winry, what do you think of me?" Winry tilted her head, confused.

'What's wrong with him?' Winry thought to herself.

"What do you mean?" How could Roy even put it. . .

"Am I like the other military dogs?" Winry shook her head. Was he feeling guilty for being in the military, or for taking Ed away? She shouldn't have made him feel bad. . .

"No you're different! All the other military people care about is what rank they're in. You're not like them. . ." Roy sarcastically laughed. They were all the same, puppets being used to take out the Fuhrer's orders. Roy had known since the Ishbal Massacre what a job he was taking on, and he wasn't proud of it.

"You don't know who I am, Winry, or what the military has made me do. I've taken innocent lives, Winry, and so has almost everyone else in the military."

"But you do it to help people. . .right?" How he wanted to tell her everything he's seen, but he turned around, and he saw the face that he saw in the portrait so many years ago. The face of an innocent girl.

"Winry, I'm not a good person either way. I've done things that you wouldn't believe. . ."

"You're not a bad guy Roy, stop telling yourself that. I think you're a great person, even if you're in the military." Within the past few days, Winry had come to know Roy, and he wasn't a bad guy at all. He was rather sweet, in fact.

"That's the point. No matter what I've done. . ." He took a step forward. "You still make me feel like a good person, Winry." Winry stood still. Roy leaned in, and kissed her on the lips. . .

. . .Just as Ed rounded around the corner with a bouquet of white flowers. . .


Woahhh. Surprising, right? I bet all of you readers are like o.O I told you I'm a very surprising person. But this was a story mover, right?