Hi everyone...well, I've managed to copy-and-paste this quickly since I'm stuck with the flu and a bit of fever . I'll write the requests in the weekend don't worry! I'll also try to update the request chapter as soon as I can too!

Thank you for your patience and support guys! You're awesome! T_T :)

ANSWERS TO REVIEWS:

Bob: Oh...well I already have a Request chapter (I think somewhere at chapter...52? 54? Something like that) Well, I usually try to write requests first but sometimes I just get that urge to write things I come up on the spot and I can't stop myself from publishing . BUT if it annoys you or the rest I can write up the requests no problem! ;)

Natsu: ^^ Arigatou Natsu! :)

Pouda-P: T_T Oh thanks so much! I feel honored that you would show it to your friends :3 haha thanks!

GrumpyCatWriter101: Thank you so damn much! ^,^ I've never written something like this before, so I was nervous if I even did it correctly .

Panic: (wipes stray tear away) Oh! Tissues! (pretends to wipe sweat off my eyes) Ugh, I'm such a sucker for reviews . Honestly, thank you Panic :) haha I thought for sure I did something wrong or it wasn't supposed to be written like that. It's the first time writing something like this and I'm happy it was received well! :3 Thanks, good luck with exams/duties too! ;)

Words and Sentences 2

Cherished: A word he thought humanity has long since forgotten. No, humanity didn't forget the word, they had forgotten for what they should use it for.

Used: Shouldn't it be: Things are being used and people are being cherished? Truth constantly wondered why people cherished things and used people instead.

Prey: She had never felt so terrified, blood pumping wildly in her veins, breath erratic and coming out in short, quick gasps for much needed air. Her muscles were burning, screaming at her to stop and rest, warm blood trickled heavily down her automail arm but she quickened her pace at the sound of falling trees behind her and the footsteps of the hungry Homunculus. She released a bloodcurdling scream when he finally caught her.

Protective: Some said he was possessive, others called it looking after what was his. He called it protective, because it was just that.

Complicated: Their very lives were complicated from the beginning, their journey, just everything. But why did his proposal have to be so damn complicated too?

Words: Words fulfilled a multitude of purposes and functions. Sometimes they were used to comfort and soothe, sometimes they were used to harm and scar, sometimes they were used to simply fill the empty spaces and the silence he loathed so much. And sometimes...no words were needed at all.

Need: Need sometimes drove people to do crazy things, even thing they normally wouldn't do. And so, Ling found himself suddenly hauling a stunned ninja woman up over his shoulder, ignoring scandalous gasps and horrified looks from bystanders.

Blush: He loved the redness on her face, how it covered the expanse of her cheeks, partly her nose and the tops of her ears. When particularly strong however, it would reach well beyond the visible part of her collarbone. He loved making her blush just as much as she loved making him grin and chuckle for her.

Fire & Ice: Sometimes, he didn't know if she was like fire or he was like ice. When somebody badmouthed her friends or hurt them, she could be more deadly than Mustang's brightest flames, her eyes a blazing dark brown that lightened up like embers over a roaring fire. But when she would be pissed off, she would sometimes coldly tell off anyone that had the luck of suffering her wrath. He could be like ice, by effortlessly killing and hurting people that had hurt her and them, he could be like fire too. But he knew, while her fire would burn anyone alive they targeted, his fire would leave no trace behind of them.

Shadows: The tendrils of pure black under his control obeyed his every thought process, he would kill without a second thought if it meant saving himself. However, the moment she had shown him warmth he had never experienced before, he realized...he would never raise his shadows on her.

Eyes: She found his eyes intriguing, how they could flash with a underlying threat and murderous intent at his enemies when he thought she wasn't watching and yet be so soft and kind while looking at her. She didn't like his eye patch, because it covered the other beautiful eye she had come to love and adore, with or without the red mark in it.

Greed: He was greedy when it came to her, oh so greedy. He would never let Ling touch her, because she was his. It didn't matter that he was in the prince's body and that she was his bodyguard. The only thing that mattered was the name that came out in a strangled gasp from the female Xingese warrior and that was his.

Gold: It was the color of his eyes, it was the most precious matter possible to convert with alchemy. It was the most sought after thing to attain wealth. Gold was her favorite color because it reminded her so much of his eyes.

Intellect: It wasn't just the tall, muscular body he had trained over the years of their journey, though that was certainly a nice plus too. It was his intelligence she had come to love and adore, he knew many things, mainly concerning alchemy, she didn't. And when she would start talking about automail and the mechanics behind it, he would be smart enough to understand the base of it. She may call him a freak, but she loved him just the same.

Broad: If she would stand behind him, she would be invisible. While she wasn't as slender as many other women, from years of training in the military, he still managed to stand so tall with those broad shoulders of his and conceal her from the world. Because he never liked to share.

Rain: It was a rainy day when they had stood in front of the grave, the setting sun behind them bathing them in a combination of yellow and orange light. Despite the clear sky, it had been raining that day. Because, she hadn't seen the fire in his eyes, he usually had the same intensity as the suns. No, what she saw in those eyes, was nothing but dark rain. Rain that trickled into a thin line down his cheek and jaw and soaked into the clothing of his funeral attire.

Memory: Because, sometimes he questioned the pictures in his own head. Were they real or just a wishful manifestation of his deepest desires? Thankfully, his older brother would be there to remind him none of those pictures were wishful illusions but memories.