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Ao tori: haha No problem, really, I know that feeling, I've been so busy alone this week its crazy. I've had four exams and its only Tuesday . (blush) T-thanks! ^^ I'm really, really glad you like my story! :3 I may consider myself a half decent writer but I still think I have a looong way to go till that happens! Good luck with RL work and duties and everything! :)

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Storm: The storm he had thought he would get lost in through his journey of bringing their bodies back had subsided, instead a new storm approached from the horizon, stronger than the one before. But Ed smiled because that storm was one he would welcome with open arms, the storm that was the bright blue of her eyes, the storm that was the strength of her words, the storm that was just simply her.

Breath: He was no stranger to near death experiences, quite the opposite, but the moment where he truly thought his breath had been stolen was the day he saw her walking towards him, dressed in a beautiful white that complimented her blue eyes and her sunshine smile.

Comrades: He had always been a loner, at least he would like to think so. Then he made friends with Maes and a Ishvalan in his academy days, Hughes had stayed with him through thick and thin and because of him he had learned he never had been a loner, because loners didn't need friends as much as he did.

Blood: Blood was everywhere. In your body, coursing through your veins and granting you life, the ability to breath, to clench your muscles, to perform basic bodily functions...blood was the life force of every human being. But then...why was there so much blood soaking the earth where he walked?

Automail: She had discovered her passion and love for automail in her younger years, when she had first hurled a random object at Ed's head for making her angry, it had been a wrench. She had been surprised and when she picked it back up from the floor, she had looked at it long and hard and turned to look at Pinako, "Granny...can you teach me to be a automail mechanic?"

Silk: He had always thought her voice was like silk, smooth and pleasant. Her skin just as soft, warm and trembling beneath his searching fingers. And then, when he had touched her lips for the first time with his, he almost exchanged them for silk.

Freedom: It had been something he could only dream about, read about in books and heard from people who actually had such a thing, freedom. He had always desired to feel free, among many other things, but aside from money, power, status, sex and women he had desired, above all else, one thing. Freedom.

Secrets: She had unintentionally spied them conversing in lowered voices and hushed tones, huddled together in the privacy of their room. She hadn't been able to hear what they were saying, but the thing that had unnerved her the most was, they always kept secrets from her. But she knew, deep down, for the sake of her sanity, it was best to keep them what they were; secrets.

Smooth: He had always thought himself a smooth talker, a ladies' man. Unfortunately, his self perception differentiated widely from his friends dubbing him as "useless on rainy days", "moody" and a "bastard Colonel". However, there was one person that called him aside from the usual. He had smooth skin for a soldier.

Temper: Many believed the sin of wrath to be furious beyond normal comprehension, but he thought himself a calm man with an inner peace of mind. Except if somebody threatened his family. Though, his beautiful wife would often call him out on his flaring temper when one of the foreigners who didn't know who she was attempted to flirt with her.

Precious: She was a precious bundle of writhing tiny limbs and small whimpers for warmth. And when Alphonse held his newborn daughter closer within the protective cocoon of his arms, she ceased her shivering and instead, released a content sigh of what he perceived to be relief and contentment. The gold in his eyes softened into warm ambers of affection and fatherly love.

Lost: Normally, lost things were supposed to be put in the "Lost & Found" box but...would he fit into a box, he wondered?

Teeth: That sharp, brief glint of dangerous, pointy teeth reminded her he wasn't completely human and yet it sent delicious shivers down her spine whenever those dangerously sharp canines softly nibbled on the heated flesh of her neck, biting down gently and soothing the mark with a flicker of his hot tongue. The day after the mark reminded her of sharp teeth and breathy chuckles.

Territorial: He was territorial. Because she was his. Territorial is protecting what's already yours.

Jealous: She wasn't jealous. Because he was hers. Jealous is wanting something that isn't yours.

Doubt: Whenever doubt would start crawling its way into the recesses of his mind and threaten to swallow him whole, she was there to pull him away from the tendrils of darkness and into the warm, welcoming embrace of light.

Fire: He had come to investigate a highly skilled alchemist, what he had found was a small child bound to a wheelchair due to performing the ultimate taboo known to alchemists. The price to pay was his brother's body, his arm and leg. But after he finished his speech and had looked down at the boy, he had expected to be met by an empty, dull gaze. What he found instead sparked a grin from him. There was a fire in those eyes, a fire more formidable than his flames ever could be.

Red: He saw red whenever anyone dared to harm her. But he also saw red on her, the way she liked to wear that red casual dress. The way the dim red and orange light in the room made her hair appear nearly a fiery red, contrary to the dark chocolates of the unruly strands. And he saw red whenever she would accidentally cut herself while working out in the field and he would see white when he wrapped it in a bandage and kissed it better.

Fool: "Fools set the rules" he had always been told. From his younger days, it had been his ambition to change that, to remove the fools and finally start leading the country like it's supposed to be led. But after so many years and so many obstacles yet to be conquered, he asked himself, was he the fool?

Tall: She had never viewed him as tall because he never had been up to his later teenage years. But bit by bit, she had started to notice how his eyes were the same level as hers, she would notice how those broad shoulders would slowly start towering over her. And lastly, she noticed when she had to slightly tilt her head up in order to look him in the eyes.

Grin: That stupid grin of his was infuriating, cocky, arrogant, mocking and all in between. But that grin gave her a feeling of security and warmth and fun times. Because when he grinned that toothy grin, it was when he was in a good mood and teasing her. And suddenly, she didn't mind the grin anymore because as long as he grinned the way he did, she knew everything was alright.

Truth: Subconsciously, somewhere deep inside their damaged hearts, they had known it had been impossible from the start. And yet they have held that small sliver of hope, for what reason, they did not really know. Maybe it had been in the hopes of it all being a dream, a terrible nightmare and that one day they would wake up and find everything to be normal. That their mother wasn't dead, that they didn't lose their bodies, that the world wasn't being threatened by dangerous foes. But somewhere, deep inside their damaged hearts, they had known it. They had known it was all the truth. It had been impossible from the very beginning.

Searching: Sharp, hissing sounds escaped her throat reluctantly when only the tips of his fingers –that tease! – had skimmed only the surface of her exposed, heated flesh. Creating goose bumps along their path, leaving behind quivering skin tingling from the faintest of sensations of being touched by the familiar person wearing a smug smirk on his lips. And when his violet eyes bore into hers, he took her breath away when he sought out his next target.

Time: Time was of essence, it was limited, it was not something that can be restored or taken back. Then...why did everyone live as if they had all the time in the world?

Care: Many believed her to be cold, calculating and ruthless. Anything beyond were deemed as rumors. Sometimes, in the midst of leading her troops to victory and in the haze of battle, sometimes even she doubted the rumors of her being kind or compassionate. But then she had heard of his death and after saving the world and recovering from her injuries, she had wrapped the blanket around herself and wept like a child seeking solace.

Tell me what you think! Good? Bad? Should I continue writing stuff like this? .