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QUESTION! :So does everyone agree for me to use Panic's idea for Chapter 100? Writing 100 "Words and Sentences" portraying different couples/friendships? If you want, suggestions for couples and friendships are welcome! :)
NOTE: Chapter 35 updated! :)
ANSWERS TO REVIEWS:
Panic: haha Yeah, I know what you're getting at. I've thought of including their insecurities and pain a little more, but I wanted for that chapter to have more of a comedic tone. Thanks! I'll write them as soon as I'm finished writing chapter 100! ;) T_T Thank youuuu! And ofc I'll write that! No worries! ;) My writing...*sniff* being fantastic... *sniff* how blessed I am to have readers like you! T_T
Love is...
Love is friendship set on fire.
She was looking at him as if she were ready to give him another close call concussion with her brand new titanium wrench and his fingers just itched to transmute that piece of metal into something fluffy so she couldn't nearly kill him with it anymore.
But the deep affection she held for him was right behind the thin mask of anger she wore and the feelings briefly startled him, snapping him to calmness and ignoring the wrench that she waved threateningly over his head like a weapon.
Winry's eyes widened when her husband suddenly stepped very close to her and grabbed her wrist, before she could protest, he smashed their lips together in a ferocious kiss which left her breathless. Her mind foggy, her knees turning weak, and her beloved wrench clanking loudly upon impact on the floor as she wrapped her arms around his neck and decided this was far better than any of their silly arguments.
Love is confusing but fulfilling...
"It's over now huh?" Ling asked, sadly looking up at the sky, as if still seeing the vanishing remains of Greed as the Homunculus sacrificed himself in order to gain the upper hand on Father.
Everything was over now, Father was dead, the Homunculi defeated and the Elrics had their original bodies back.
Lan Fan nodded mutely, biting her bottom lip uncertainly as her fists clenched, blood dripping from her automail arm down her finger tips, soaking into the earth.
Her eyes widened in surprise when she felt a larger, warmer hand suddenly grasp her human one. Surprised, she looked up into Ling's dark eyes, who were soft and sad at the same time.
He gave her a small, reassuring smile, "No matter what happens from here on now Lan Fan, we will stay together alright?" he smiled at her and Lan Fan blushed, overly aware of the fact her mask was broken and she didn't have another spare one to cover her blushing face with.
Ling noticed her blush and laughed, slinging an arm around her shoulders, "Yeah...we will stick together," he grinned, a small blush on his cheeks but no where near Lan Fan's full on tomato red.
"M-My Lord," she was sure being this close to her superior was in no way allowed as her instincts and sense of duty kicked in, waging a war with her real emotions for the handsome prince.
Ling sensed her discomfort but ignored it, smiling softly, "Ling,"
Lan Fan's eyes widened before she sighed and stopped squirming, hesitantly reaching a shaking hand out to touch Ling's.
It was the Xingese princes turn to look down at her surprised, her fingers shyly entwined with his own and gave a gentle squeeze.
He smiled, leaning his cheek against her hair.
Their future was an uncertain one but their feelings were clear.
Love is amazing with a bit of danger.
"Colonel!" Riza quickly kicked the Colonel's feet from under him and started shooting at Scar, her superior's girly squeak of surprise and fear would have made her laugh if not for the serious situation at hand.
Over the loud gunfire of Riza's rifle, the Lieutenant glared back at Roy, whose heart was beating a mile an hour, "You're useless when you're wet Colonel, stand back and let us take care of him,"
Roy's flabbergasted expression would have even made the seasoned, all time serious Riza burst out laughing if she weren't too busy trying to fire a hole in the rogue Ishvalan's head.
"Lieutenant?" Roy blinked when Riza suddenly locked the door to his office and started approaching him, his fear growing, thinking she might just kill him here in his chair and that's why she locked the door.
"I've looked over the paperwork from yesterday and I highly doubt you would finish it today anyway, sir," Roy froze when Riza suddenly yet neatly, pushed aside a stack of papers, leaving room on his desk, where she sat on. The modest length of her skirt riling up as she crossed her shapely, trained legs and used one hand to lean back against the desk slightly. The smooth looking skin of her legs were exposed.
Roy's brain shut down and his air supply crumbled to bits, "So, why not take a much needed rest, Colonel Mustang?" the way she said his title and name made his brain turn to mush, a small, seductive smirk on her lips.
Roy Mustang was a dead man.
Love is innocent and pure.
"Wait Mei, let me help you," Alphonse smiled and took the heavier bags from his girlfriend, letting her carry the more lighters ones.
Stars danced in Mei Chang's eyes as she looked up at her beloved Alphonse, "Oh my lovely Alphonse! You're too good to me!" Mei launched herself at her tall boyfriend, causing the poor man to blush shyly and scratch the back of his neck, steadying both her and the grocery bags so the eggs wouldn't break.
A few passing people looked at the couple and smiled, chuckled or gave Alphonse a knowing look. The poor man's face stood no chance of not reddening any further.
But when he looked down at Mei's dark hair, his embarrassment and shyness was forgotten as he leaned down and took a long inhale of the nice smelling shampoo she used. It wasn't too strong that it bothered his nose and it sent a pleasant tingle down his spine as he fingered the soft, silky strands.
"A-Alphonse," Mei hid her red face against his chest as her boyfriend continued gently stroking her hair.
Love is unconditional and warm...
"Maes!" a young Gracia cried out as she started running towards her beloved, spreading her arms wide, her pale blue dress fluttering behind her as she ran.
Both Roy Mustang and Maes Hughes turned around at the call, with Maes immediately dropping his bag to the ground and spreading his arms out, catching the woman in his embrace and twirling her around in the air.
"Now why do I feel like a third wheel?" Roy thought begrudgingly but nonetheless smiled at the heartfelt scene, once Maes let Gracia down, both stared deeply into the others eyes and Gracia buried her face into his chest.
"I've missed you so much Maes...I thought you...I thought-" she sobbed, clutching at his white coat.
Maes' expression softened, those haunted eyes in Ishval were no more, his scarred hands encircled Gracia's waist and pulled her close, close against a battered and beaten body showing the atrocities of war.
No...it hadn't been a war. A war consisted of two opposing sides battling each-other until there may or may not be a conclusive winner. But this had been a one sided annihilation. One he had participated in.
"How can you possibly hold her with that blood on your hands?"
Maes closed his eyes and hugged Gracia tighter, the woman was surprised with how closely and tightly he suddenly held her and she rested a gentle hand on his forearm, "Maes? Is everything alright?"
With eyes firmly closed, Hughes smiled, the images of Ishval, the smell of death, the sight of blood fresh in his mind, "Yeah...everything is fine,"
Gracia smiled, hugging her beloved tighter.
But the most genuine smile was on Hughes' face, because he vowed to always be happy whenever he was with her and all he could do was hope she would accept him for who he was.
Gracia Hughes stood in front of his grave, setting the boquet of flowers on it before gently caressing the name etched into the polished stone, "I've always accepted you for who you were Maes," her eyes glistened with unshed tears but her smile was genuine.
Love is frightening and uncertain.
"We shouldn't be doing this," she whispered against the cool, night air.
He sighed, "I know,"
She turned around, gaze guilty, "Then...why are we doing it? This has to stop Greed," the Homunculus' proud, broad shoulders slumped with the sadness those words brought him.
"The battle will be over soon," his voice was soft, quiet, as if a certain shape shifting sibling of his was nearby, spying on them, discovering their little secret.
"But will they accept it?" her words hung heavy in the air and Greed moved in close to her.
She didn't move away when he cupped her cheek, didn't push him away when he rubbed the smooth skin and smelled her hair, keeping her close.
"Greed..." she mumbled into his chest, placing a soft, meaningful kiss on his throat.
He swallowed, tightening his grip on her, "I know," and she did too.
Their love was frightening, uncertain, forbidden but...it was theirs.
Greed leaned his forehead against her own, violet eyes staring deeply into dark brown ones, "Everything will be fine sweets..."
A dry smile marred her features, "Promise?"
He smirked, "I guarantee it," they chuckled and basked in the others presence.
"I have to go," she whispered.
"Do you?" was his response.
Her smile said it all.
"No," she hugged him close, "I'll stay,"
He softly pinched her waist, "You better," she smiled, burying her face against his neck.
"Um...dad?" the man in question raised his head and arched a brow when he saw the tall, familiar man standing next to his daughter, for once looking nervous, Lena smiled and gestured towards Greed, "This is Greed, my...my boyfriend," she grinned nervously.
Her father stood up from his chair, "I know who he is, I've heard of him," his features were sharp, eyes narrowed.
Lena felt Greed stiffen beside her and she squeezed his hand reassuringly, her own nerves fraying at the seams, waiting anxiously how her father would react. Greed swallowed down his nervousness and squeezed back.
Love is naïve and full of mistakes...
"Tch, I don't need your help Winry!" a teenaged Edward stomped angrily, sans automail arm, the view would have been amusing if one Winry Rockbell wasn't so angry herself.
She hurled her wrench at his stupid head, "Well fine! If you don't need my help then you can walk around like that on your travels! I don't care!" she growled and ignored the pained yelp of her childhood friend, slamming the door to her room shut and opting to reorganize her equipment laying scattered on her workbench.
"Stupid Edward, stupid arm, argh!" she tore at her hair, frustrated beyond belief.
"Stupid, stupid, stupid! Just why did I even fall in love with a idiot like that?! Ugh! He can be so childish at times! Stupid Ed!" she tightened her workgloves and roughly set to work on cleaning her workbench, which was full of oil marks.
Ed's lips were set in a thin line, holding the wrench in his hand as he listened in on Winry's rant inside. With a deep breath, he opened the door.
"What?!" Winry shouted without turning around to see who entered her room, she thought it was granny or Alphonse.
The person remained silent.
"Granny, I'm not in the mood to talk, Ed's being an idiot and I-" she turned around finally, narrowed blue eyes settling on the person that entered her room but instead of the short Pinako, it was Ed.
Ed's expression was grim, concerned and guilty, he lowered his head down, "You're right..." his voice was small, quiet, "I am an idiot...I'm sorry I never thank you enough for all the stuff you do for us, I'm sorry I don't show how much I appreciate to have you here and fix me up whenever I'm wrecked from a fight. I'm sorry I never tell you often enough how amazing you are and how amazing your job is, even if you're a mechanic freak." He remained silent, contemplating on what to say while Winry remained shell shocked.
He turned his head to the side, "I'm sorry..." he grit his teeth before bravely lifting his eyes to lock with shocked blue ones, "...for not realizing sooner," his expression softened.
Winry froze, briefly asking herself if he may have overheard her overloud rant about how she fell in love with a idiot like him, judging by the look in his eyes he had.
Winry bit her lip, turning around and pretending nothing happened, her bangs hiding her eyes, "It's ok Ed," her hands were sweaty and trembling, her heart beating a mile an hour.
Her condition worsened when Ed approached her from behind and set down her wrench on the metallic surface of her workbench, resting a warm hand on her shoulder and squeezing. His hand seemed bigger than she remembered it.
"No it isn't Win," he muttered quietly, sighing, "Just...just remember, whenever I throw a fit and I'm angry, I don't mean it, never towards you." He squeezed her shoulder a bit tighter and the feeling made her face grow hotter, "But...you're an idiot for not realizing it too,"
Her eyes widened and when the warmth of his hand left her shoulder and she turned around to look at him, the last thing she saw was his back as he shut the door closed quietly.
Winry stood there with her mouth open in shock, her heart hammering in her chest and her cheeks a light pink.
She smiled softly. Maybe she was an idiot for not realizing what was in front of her all along.
Love is eternal.
"I'm sorry, I couldn't keep our promise," Trisha smiled, despite her illness, smiled.
Hohenheim closed his eyes, tears sliding down his aging cheeks as he looked at the grave he was sitting in front of with a warm smile, expression calm, eyes knowing of the blessing that will befall him soon; he will die. He will finally be able to die.
"Trisha," he whispered, so softly that he was sure nobody would hear it if they were sitting next to him, "I wasn't the husband you deserved, I wasn't a good father to our children," his sad smile lifted slightly, "Edward has quite the attitude, he keeps calling me 'bearded bastard'." He chuckled but turned serious once more.
"Though...I suppose that's what I get hm? I don't blame him, I wasn't there for them both when they needed me most, when you were unable to be with them any longer... I was surprised how Alphonse accepted me so quickly. I must say I've terribly missed someone calling me "father" or "dad". It's silly, isn't it?" he shook his head, "But I don't mind. I've lived far beyond what my mind and body can take,"
"I hope after all this time, you're still waiting for me Trisha..." Hohenheim smiled, hanging his head down in peace for his final moments.
Love is...platonic.
Some say describing platonic love can be difficult. Others say platonic love is normal love with the absence of sexual intercourse. There are also those people that say platonic love is shared between close friends, which is no love at all but intense closeness to one another and a mutual level of understanding. In that term, love isn't love at all but simple close friendship.
Ed grinned as he sparred with Lena, catching her unexpectedly by her foot and holding her upside down with only one arm, grinning wickedly.
"W-wha the-!? Hey! That's not fair!" a shocked Lena shouts in protest, swinging her fists to try and knock Ed off balance but he just moved out of her reach.
She huffed in annoyance and Ed's grin widened, "Ha! Lookie here, you've gotta do better than that if you want to beat me- oompf!" Ed wheezed out in pain when Lena managed to land a kick to his stomach, her leg muscles burning as Ed carefully lowered her to the ground as he fell like a log on the soft, green grass beneath him.
He held his stomach and panted, Lena rearranged herself and laid down next to him, panting from their physical exertion.
"See? That's what you get for being so cocky," she playfully punched his shoulder, laughing when he snorted and flicked her forehead.
"Alright, alright, I give," Ed muttered in defeat, a grin still present on his face.
"Hey! Come back here! Why are you so cruel Greed?! WHY?!"
Both alchemists raised their heads up to see a frantic looking Ling trying to catch a runaway Homunculus , who had a sandwich stuffed in his mouth and a bag of chips and other sweets in his arms.
Den was hot on their heels, barking all the way, most probably either wanting to bite Greed in the ass or snatch the snacks from the two men.
Lena rolled her eyes, "Oh Greed..." she shook her head, Ed laid back down and chuckled.
"You know, sometimes I ask myself how you've gotten stuck with such an ass like him," Ed huffed, grinning.
Lena giggled, pretending to think, "Gee, I don't know, maybe because he was the only one showing an interest in me?" she laughed at her own joke but her evident low self-esteem put Ed at unease.
"Ah, really? You mean to tell me he had no competition? What about Buccaneer? And Kimblee? Wait, didn't Envy like you or something?" Lena gave him a blank look.
"Ed...are you kidding me? Buccaneer's just shy around women in general, that's why he hasn't worked up the guts to confess to Olivier yet. Kimblee only loves his explosions, he was just being a gentleman...maybe a bit of a creepy gentleman but a gentleman nonetheless. And Envy...he just likes to tease Greed, don't worry. I've talked with Envy over that, he doesn't really like me like that, he just likes ruffling Greed's feathers that's why he's pretending to like me," she giggled.
Then Lena remembered something, "Wait...how did you even think of Kimblee of all people?" her eyebrow nearly reached her hairline.
Ed had that expression he usually had whenever he said something confusing and he was forced to explain himself under the threat of facing a woman's, most notably Winry's, wrath. "W-w-well, I-I-I kinda thought he was checking you out or something. Remember when he volunteered to help you with picking decorations for your house? Or when he complimented you how lovely you looked in your dress?" Ed rose a brow suspiciously, leaning in close to Lena for interrogation.
Lena jabbed a finger at him, "Hey! You said the same thing to me too! Besides, Kimblee has a good sense of style, just look at his suit, and he was kind enough to help me out while Winry, Riza and Mei were busy. And poor Lan Fan doesn't have a clue about those things," she sighed.
Ed deadpanned, "Um...neither have you-" she hit him on the head, "OW! Violent women!" Ed defensively rubbed his head, glaring at her.
Lena ignored the remark, "Enough questions?" she rose a eyebrow, daring him to ask anything at all.
Ed wisely kept his mouth shut and stood up, dusting off his pants, "Anyway...let's go inside for a glass of orange juice." He extended his hand out to her, Lena sighed and smiled, accepting the help and letting him lift her up.
She had actually wanted to get up herself and combined with Ed's strength, she nearly smashed her nose against his chest.
"Ow! Ed!" Lena whined as she held her aching nose, rubbing it. Ed placed a soothing hand on her shoulder and leaned in close, trying to determine the damage.
"Ah, sorry! Are you hurt?" Ed tried looking to see if her nose was bleeding, "Let me see," he gently pried her hand away and looked at the damage.
Her nose wasn't broken and wasn't bleeding but he could tell it ached, he looked at her apologetically, "Sorry about that, guess I don't really know my own strength without my automail," Ed chuckled and gently poked her forehead, causing her to playfully glare at him before a small, kind smile appeared on her face.
"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING TO MY LADY?!" Greed came crashing feet first into Ed's head, slamming his feet against the poor man's head and sending him flying.
Lena's jaw dropped, "Oh my god ED!" she quickly sprinted toward the half dead looking man, lifting his bleeding head up to see if he was still alive.
"Uh...I think my head is broken," Ed muttered, a few swollen bumps covering his face, Lena sighed in relief before shooting a murderous glare at her boyfriend.
"GREED!" he froze, "What do you think you were doing?!" Lena angrily stomped up to him, glaring him in the eye.
"ME?! THAT RUNT KISSED YOU!" violet eyes were blazing with fury and jealousy and Lena pressed a hand against his chest to stop him from advancing on Ed.
"No he did not! For the love of-! I bumped my nose against Ed's chest and he just wanted to see if I was hurt bad you idiot!" she growled, resting her hands against her hips, trying to stare him down.
Greed's expression calmed a bit but he rose an eyebrow suspiciously, "Wait...why did you bump your nose against his chest?"
Lena blushed in embarrassment, "C-c-cause I'm clumsy ok?! Besides, me and Ed are only good friends! Completely platonic!" she huffed, "You can sleep with Ling tonight for all I care!" she started going toward their house.
Greed's jaw dropped and he threw his hands in the air, "What?! No! Don't do this to me! He keeps hugging and cuddling me in his sleep! He's molesting me Lena! Lena!" Greed ran after her.
Ed's thoughts were this, "Ow...this is even worse than Winry's wrench attacks...ugh...should've known Greed was the jealous type..."
Love is crazy and fun.
"E-Ed! No wait! I can't dance!" Edward just grinned as he pulled Winry into the dancing crowd, happily dancing to the upbeat tune of the guitar and country music that played.
"C'mon Win! Stop being such a slow poke!" Ed laughed and twirled her around, clapping his hands to the beat.
Winry blushed but smirked, "Slow poke huh? I'll show you!" Winry laughed and started dancing of her own violition, smiling and laughing along with Ed.
Edward blushed when he saw her like this, so carefree and happy, it were one of those rare times when her worry lines would completely disappear and she would let herself go.
He chuckled and pulled her closer, enjoying the dance, the funny atmosphere and Winry.
Love is passion and longing.
"Ed?" Winry blinked in surprise when Ed suddenly shut the door behind him and cupped her face with his large, warm hands, tilting her chin up as his lips met hers in a passionate, loving kiss.
"Uhm, M-Mei, w-wait I-" Alphonse blushed when Mei literally jumped on him, she was clad in a cute and oh so alluring negligee, adorned with small pink ribbons. Alphonse was a goner before his back even hit the bed.
"Sir," Riza placed her gun on Mustang's desk and locked the door, pulling down the shades and sitting on the desk, shapely legs crossed and her mini skirt showing off her long, toned legs.
Her blouse was unbuttoned by the first three buttons, exposing the beginning of her ample cleavage and when the Lieutenant leaned in and whispered those words into his ear, Roy Mustang was fire itself, "You may call me Lieutenant,"
"M-m-my Lord I-" Lan Fan's face was the loveliest shade of red Ling had ever seen as he advanced upon his prey.
"Ah, ah, ah, Lan Fan...what did we say?" he smirked, taking out a leather cord.
"M-Master Ling..." Lan Fan bit her lip, blushing shyly when Ling's grin turned excited and feral.
"That's a good girl..."
"No!" Lena crossed her arms, ignoring the whining of her boyfriend.
"But sweets!" Greed protested, whining like a pup.
Lena whirled around, pointing a finger at him, face red, "Don't you sweets me!" without another word, Lena stormed into the bathroom locking herself in.
Greed deflated like a balloon, throwing himself down on the couch and pouting like a displeased child.
Lena had been acting weird all day today and when he accidentally insinuated she was on her period she went ballistic. Not because of the comment but because Greed may have suggested to let him 'take care' of her so she could 'let loose'. Yeah...bad timing.
Twenty minutes and thirty seconds already passed, Greed counted, and she still wasn't out of the bathroom yet. He was starting to get worried, scratch that, he had been freaking out for the past twenty minutes and thirty seconds! Did he really offend her that much? Lena usually wasn't one to get offended easily, even if he was being a jackass. Before Greed could make up his mind and knock, or at least slam down the door to the bathroom, he heard it open with a click.
The sound of heels rung in his ears and when he turned around to see what was happening, he froze.
She was a vision in black and red. Lena, standing there...in nothing but black heels, a very short nightgown, adorned with red floral designs on black see-through fabric, she wore no make-up, a thing he was grateful for, since it would definitely be smeared beyond recognition once he was done with her.
His mouth watered, gaping open like a fish when she sashayed her way over to him, his eyes glued to her hips, her behind...everything...damn it all to hell...
Lena's seductive smirk was replaced by a worried glance when she looked at him, "Um...Greed?" she tilted her head, blinking.
Oh shit.
He had accidentally activated his full body armor because of his...wandering mind. Greed quickly retracted his shield, muttering half dazedly, "Uh, sorry, kinda got...got distracted," he swallowed, his throat dry.
Lena smiled, slowly settling each toned leg on either side of his hips. Greed suddenly felt like some small fry prey under her blazing gaze.
"So...I'm on top today?" she smiled sweetly, running a hand through his hair.
Instead of usually exhibiting his confidence and bravado, Greed clutched his nose hard to stop the fountain of blood from spewing forth.
Without a word, he nodded vigorously and Lena laughed.
Part 1 of this finished! Good? Bad? Opinions? (sweat drop) I'll write a Part 2 if everyone would like!