INFO on the chapter: Interesting (or maybe not?) fact, I named this chapter "A Shift in View" because this chapter will be told from Ed's POV (Point of view) and not Winry's this time, which means we will get quite interesting insight on how he first reacted to her letter and of course the second one! ;)
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A Shift in View
A soldier in training ran passed various training exercises, jumping over a unconscious soldier which was stupidly sprawled on the ground, jeez, just who gets drunk after a battle? Well, he wouldn't know, he was still in training, but he suspected getting drunk either way while in war wasn't a good idea.
He hurriedly walked towards a large tent, one of the larger ones among the rest, designed to hold about five till six people in it, give or take two.
Carefully, hesitantly, feeling his heart beat rapidly now that he was so close to soldiers he himself could only ever dream of becoming one day, the soldiers stationed here, they were top dog, quite the fearsome foes and high on the ranks too, nobody dared to ruffle their feathers without a very good reason.
Mustering his courage, the soldier trainee lifted one end of the flap over his head, peeking inside the dimly lit tent, spotting all the soldiers lounging either on their bunk beds, on the floor or one sat at a desk, appearing to be writing something but he couldn't be too sure.
He cleared his throat loudly, but only two of them turned their heads to acknowledge his presence, one had golden-blonde hair from what he could see, red hues appearing on its surface as the soft, warm glow of the petroleum lamp lightened the tent. The second was a Xingese soldier, dark hair tied into a loose pony tail at the back of his neck.
He felt very awkward now, "Um, excuse me to interrupt but-" before he could utter another word, the man that was sitting next to the Xingese soldier suddenly turned around and the trainee gulped audibly.
Fierce violet-red eyes bored into him, feeling like they could throw hot daggers at him any minute and scourge his eyes out by his glance alone, he clicked his tongue, his tone annoyed and feisty, "We heard ya the first time you shuffled your way toward here, kid, no need to make your presence more obvious by sounding like a dying frog," the man, who looked oddly identical to the Xingese soldier, narrowed his eyes, growling.
The trainee suddenly felt the instinct to flee, flee as far away from this tent as possible, this soldier looked like he would kill him simply for even stepping foot into their tent.
"Let it go Greed, try not to be an ass to everyone just because someone messed up your hair," the soldier who had been sitting at the desk, writing something apparently, drawled, voice deep but not too much and masculine, though the voice of that Greed character was deeper.
The solder sitting at the desk stood up to his full height and the trainee felt very cornered suddenly, he was taller than himself, what should he do? When the man turned around however he was met with striking golden eyes, coupled with golden hair-
Wait a minute...
Gold hair? Golden eyes? A shine suddenly caught the trainee's eye and he swallowed hard when he caught glimpse of something sleek peeking out from the soldier's gloves-
"Do you need something?" the man had come closer now, definitely a good head, maybe even a head and a half, taller than himself.
Broad shoulders stretched over a dark sleeves shirt, prominent muscles accentuated by it, a plain white shirt draped over his shoulders, hiding his well muscled arms. A dog tag was resting idly on the soldier's broad chest and the trainee had enough light to just make out what it said.
'Don't forget 3. October'
The trainee rose an eyebrow in question, thinking it may be a holiday or birthday before the soldier before him cleared his throat, gold eyes piercing his scared, brown ones.
"U-Uh, I-I'm sorry! My apologies, sir, c-captain! I w-was tasked to bring you this letter!" the soldier's shaky hand held out the envelope, the military's emblem on the front, signing it as important and his hands only.
The soldier rose an eyebrow before surprised recognition alighted in his eyes, taking the envelope from the soldier with his gloved hands.
The soldier relaxed slightly when he noticed the older male was focused on the envelope, as if it held some prized, secret information nobody but him was privileged to know and he had finally gotten the answers he-
"Is that all?" the man fixed his gold eyed stare at him again and it was all the trainee could do not to collapse to the ground with his shaking, weak knees.
"Y-y-yes, sir! H-have a good night sir!" he saluted stiffly, shoulders straight and taut, before he briskly left the tent, speed walking like the wind.
The blonde man rose an eyebrow but shrugged, before he turned around.
Four pairs of eyes were intently trained on him and three wickedly grinning idiots to boot, one was his brother, who looked rather...mischievous and far too cheeky for his taste.
"What?" he growled out, gritting his teeth when their curious stares flickered to the envelope he was holding.
"So...that chick wrote you again? Pretty quick if you ask me, how long has it been? Four days?" Greed's voice was far too teasing and the man would have punched his jaw in if he were in the mood for it.
His superior wiggled his eyebrows, "Oho, I see. How fortunate, while you were still a civilian you couldn't get a girlfriend to save your life, but now that you're a soldier you're suddenly spoken for? How charming," he could wipe off that smug smirk on his superior's face right about now.
He felt himself flush involuntarily, despite his fight for control to fight down any outward reaction to show that he was affected by the far-too-early-received-letter.
He murmured something under his breath as he roughly pushed his superior's legs aside, off the bed to sit near the light. Before he opened the letter though he sent daggers at his comrades, "You mind?"
Greed, it seemed didn't want to understand and leave him be, he just stood up and plopped down behind him, grinning devilishly, his eyes trained on the piece of paper, "Not at all, continue",
The golden haired man rolled his eyes in annoyance, figuring he wouldn't get any privacy either way, so he opened the sealed letter.
Once he opened it fully to see the neat handwriting Ed smiled, so she had written him back, quite soon too.
Winry Rockbell.
The woman he had received the first letter from a little less than a month ago.
Flashback
"Excuse me, Captain Elric?" a Lieutenant strolled into the room where the soldiers were stationed at, standing straight and tall, hand poised at his forehead in a salute.
The golden haired man looked up, arching an eyebrow, "Yes?" he questioned, blinking in surprise when the soldier held out a white sealed envelope to him, the military emblem on it, imposing, powerful, as if a threat and a invitation at the same time. He took it curiously.
He turned it over, clearly caught off guard at having received a letter from the office.
He looked up at the Lieutenant he received it from, a question in his golden gaze, the Lieutenant cleared his throat and answered his superior's unspoken question, "I've been told to deliver it to you, your eyes only, it's very important Captain," he saluted again.
Captain Elric blinked before he saluted as well and said, firm and clear, "Thank you, you are dismissed Lieutenant," the Lieutenant saluted again and strolled out of the room.
The Captain stared for a while longer at the letter, before his superior, General Roy Mustang himself, asked from his position at his desk, "What is it Edward?"
Edward Elric shook his head, turning the envelope to open it, "I don't know, I didn't expect any mail and I didn't hear anything being amiss at Amestris," dread filled him, fearing for the worst as he carefully unfolded the letter.
He read it aloud, thinking his superior would need to hear it as well, if it were matters of the military, "Dear sir, hello. Sorry, that just sounded awkward huh? I never wrote to someone like you, so I guess I'm a little nervous and all. Do you maybe know a man named Roy Mustang? He is a Colonel deployed at the border between Drachma and Amestris. His wife is a really good friend of mine and it was her in the first place who even set me up on this.' Wait a minute, what is this?" Ed's golden eyes narrowed, scanning the whole letter, spotting no name of the sender or even an address, just from the military.
Roy rose an eyebrow, intrigued, hiding a smirk beneath his gloved hand, "I see, well I have no idea about this, perhaps it is someone you know?" he smirked.
Edward rose an eyebrow, "Well, it doesn't sound like they know me. And they know your wife? Hawk's Eye? Just who is this guy?! Was he in the unit with you? A buddy from the old days? Why is he writing to me? Wait...maybe something happened back home?" Ed quickly read the rest of it.
"'Anyway, I, um, I hope you're doing fine there. I mean, under your conditions there, I hope you're doing fine and not missing a limb or something. Haha! To keep this short, because I'm pretty awkward as you can see, I honestly hope you don't get injured by the time this letter reaches you, or any other time for that matter. Take care alright? Um, sir! A few things about me so you know who I am:
My name is Winry Rockbell and I'm working at a mechanic shop, I'm the head mechanic there. I live in Resembool, it's a rather small, humble village near the city, but the people here are really nice and sweet. I have a dog named Den. Winry-" Ed's mouth hung open, closing and opening several times, looking like a fish on dry land.
Roy snickered behind his hand, pretending to look at some files, the expression on Elric's face was priceless, "I don't think it's a "he," he grinned impossibly wide.
Edward didn't pay his superior any mind, re-reading the letter several times in rapid succession.
"W-wha...why is a woman writing to me? A woman I don't know? And why does she know your wife and you, you pyromaniac?!" Ed growled, feeling his eyes drawn to the letter again after glaring at Mustang.
Roy just grinned, "Hmm...Winry...ah yes, of course, I've heard of the lovely young lady. She's a dear old friend of Riza's you see, they meet regularly whenever they can." His grin widened when he saw how perplexed the Captain looked like.
"But why is she writing me?" Edward was confused beyond belief, turning the letter upside down as if the answers would magically fall from its depths.
Roy pretended to search through some files, "Hm...it does seem very odd. Perhaps she has enlisted in the "Letters to Soldiers" program?" at the mention of the familiar program that every soldier has been dutifully informed of, Edward suspiciously looked at his superior.
"...Aren't you overseeing that?" gold eyes narrowed.
General Mustang seemed oblivious, a tad too oblivious, "Me? Why yes, yes, I think I am. The position of General is so tiring you see...so many duties," he leaned back in his chair, arms crossed behind his head leisurely.
"Uh-huh..." he rested his forearms on his legs, deadpanning;" Alright, spit it out Mustang, what the hell are you hiding? You only talk so formal and screwed whenever you try to hide one of your weird plans again," there was a sinking feeling in the soldier when Mustang remained quiet.
"Fullmetal...don't you have anything better to do than drill me for answers?" a wicked gleam lightened up the General's expression, "...like writing to your girlfriend?" he grinned like a Cheshire cat. Edward exploded, leaning over the desk and trying to strangle his superior, Roy tried pulling on his golden hair.
"You stupid pyro! What the hell did ya do?! Are you setting me up old man?!" Ed growled, ducking away from Mustang's grabbing hands.
"Old man?! I'm in my forties you runt!" Mustang grappled with Ed like that until somebody cleared their throat from right behind them.
"Ahem!" a deep, masculine voice cut through the air, making the two comrades freeze and immediately disentangle from each-other.
Ed and Roy were as straight as candles, but when they noticed just who was standing there, they relaxed, Ed exhaled, "Ugh...Greed, give us a warning next time, we thought it was Bradley or somethin'," Ed tried to calm his frantically beating heart.
The man grinned, violet eyes alight with mirth, "I heard blonde's got a letter from his girlfriend?"
Ed rubbed at his forehead in exasperation, "Greed...don't you have anything better to do?" he shot him a dark look.
The soldier suddenly grinned, whipping out a similar letter to the one Ed held, "Sure I do, I got a letter from my girlfriend and she sent me a picture!" Greed shoved the picture right at Ed and Roy's face, "Look at her! She's so gorgeous! I'm the damn luckiest man to have her, no other woman is better than my woman, I only get the best after all!" he laughed, nuzzling the letter and behaving very much like a certain someone they knew.
At the thought of his best friend, Roy snickered and commented with a raised eyebrow and a smirk, "Well, Greed, you do quite remind me of someone I know..." Greed blinked before he crossed his arms with a snort.
"Heh, Hughes' a pansy, constantly fawns over his daughter and his wife, I at least got some self control old man," Greed pointedly pocketed the picture in his breast pocket of his open uniform.
Roy sighed, "Why is everyone calling me 'old man' lately..."
Edward shook his head, storing the letter in his jacket pocket to read it in peace and answer the woman.
"Well? Watcha waiting for? Read it! Aloud!" Greed shouted in his ear, impatiently staring down at the letter in Ed's hands.
Ed's right eye twitched in annoyance, "Don't push it Greed," he growled, before clearing his throat and drawing his attention to the letter in his hands, eager to see what his pen friend had wrote.
Hi Edward,
Wait, you grew up in Resembool too? And do I look eighty to you?! Stop calling me ma'am! It makes me feel old! Mid-twenties huh? I'm 25 years old in case you're wondering! I'm not that old yet!
Greed cut suddenly in, "Quite the spitfire," he grinned, Ed elbowed him.
Oh wow, really? Yeah, Riza is a good friend of mine. I've met Mr. Mustang on occasion. You make Riza sound like a monster! She's really nice! Maybe a bit rough around the edges at times, but still very nice and kind! Unlike you! Pff, asking me if I really were a mechanic! Of course I am! I wouldn't lie about my profession!
Roy suddenly started laughing, "You called my wife a monster Elric? Well...I can't speak the untruth but I suppose Riza can be very...assertive when she wants to be," Roy shifted, a bead of sweat sliding down the side of his face at the memory of forgetting to bring out the trash and suffering three bullets very close to his vital parts. Roy swallowed, hard.
I'm fine...thanks. A bit tired, it's 12:00 am here and yeah...why would you think that? I'm sure a couple of people wrote letters to you before, it's true I didn't get to choose but...
I guess you aren't a bad guy.
W-what I mean is, I just don't understand how you never got a letter, that's all. Never mind.
Ling suddenly snickered, having sneaked in under Greed's arm and up to Ed's shoulder to read too, Ed growled and punched him, shoving the two brothers away from him, "Get the hell off my back!"
Al smiled and chuckled, "Did you hear that brother? She thinks you aren't a bad guy and she stayed up until twelve just to write the letter! I think that is very sweet of her...don't you think?" his younger brother adopted that cat-like smirk again with those all too knowing-creepy eyes. Ed mumbled something under his breath and pressed the letter closer to his face.
Creepy? Maybe. Well, I don't know how you look like or what you're like, but I guess you're nice enough. If it helps any, I know Mei Chang, I think you know her, she's the girlfriend of your brother Alphonse. I can't believe your brother has golden eyes! Do you have them too? They're amazing!
Ed stopped reading, frozen at what he had just read. She...she liked his eyes? She liked the color of his eyes?
"Oh she knows Mei! She must be the same Winry that Mei has talked about many times! How I miss her! I wonder how she is...brother, when you write back to your girlfriend, could you ask her how Mei is doing?" Al asked innocently, fully absorbed in the thoughts of his girlfriend to notice his brother's murderous stare.
"SHE'S NOT MY GIRLFRIEND! KNOCK IT OFF!" Ed waved his fist, his dog tag jiggling with the motion. Greed and Ling fist bumped discreetly, whistling lowly.
Ed calmed down, reluctantly, and continued reading the letter, despite his severe annoyance at his friends, his mood considerably lifted at the knowledge that she liked his eyes.
Right, well, I wouldn't mind hearing how it is on your side. I doubt you have much time to talk about it, so I would be happy to help with that. I don't know much about the military, or what soldiers actually do once they are in the middle of the battlefield. Do they just lurk behind bushes and wait to shoot their enemy? Or do they keep making plans on how to gain the upper hand? Sorry, maybe I'm watching too many movies. Den and I watch them together and he mostly falls asleep before I do.
Ed laughed, finding it amusing how she speculated on what they actually did. He wasn't anything close to a ladies' man or anything alike, so he figured that women generally didn't take a liking to the military or anything connected to it. But this woman surprised him, she wanted to hear how he was fairing, what was happening. Wait...
"Who's Den?" Roy, Greed, Ling and Al asked almost simultaneously, leaning in closer to Ed.
Ed was at a loss for words. Den...who was Den? Her boyfriend? Friend? Brother?
"Maybe her boyfriend?" Greed supplied very helpfully.
"Maybe her husband?" Roy rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
"Her brother?" this time Al added in and that was the last straw.
Ed roared loudly, "Would you guys shut up?! I don't care!"
Greed bored his finger right at Ed's cheek, "HA! Look at that little green monster! Look at him!" he grinned evilly as he pinched Ed's cheek before Ed swung at him with his fist.
"Stop touching me! And stop calling me small!" Edward was sensitive about his height, enough said about that.
Wait! You said you were a captain right? How is it? Being captain I mean? It's a bit below General right? Do you also command the unit or give out orders? And with whom are you in the team? I'm sorry for asking so many questions, I guess I'm curious since I never actually talked, or wrote, to a soldier before.
Since you mentioned gossip, do you by any chance know a Robert Windmill? He was a boy, well man now, that lived a few houses down from where I lived. I heard he proposed to another woman yesterday! He was usually known to rush things far too quickly with any girl he's been out with, me included, unfortunately... I saw no harm in going out with him once, and he seemed nice enough...yeah...then he went down on one knee and proposed to me before I tried to flee inside my house! Can you believe that? He broke down into tears when I rejected him and called him crazy! Then he well...err...he got into the hospital...sorta... I sort of hurled a wrench at his head when he was being clingy so...yeah..
Everyone but Greed and Ling groaned, the two brothers looked around confused, blinking, "Uhh...so who's Robert Windmill?"
"Only the worst and hopeless flirt ever!" Ed scoffed, rolling his eyes, "The guy flirted with anything with two long legs and a pulse! Hell, he got on my nerves! Heh, seems like he flirted with Winry too!" Ed suddenly grinned, eyes alight with mirth and something akin to pride, "And she got him with a freaking wrench! Gotta be handy to be a mechanic huh?"
Roy hid his smirk behind his fist, "Well, seems like someone is jealous?" his superior wiggled his eyebrow's, grinning like the devil when the blonde almost blushed.
"Shut up! I don't even know her! I just feel pity for any woman that fell prey to Windmill's pathetic flirt attempts," he ignored the suggestive looks and cat calls from his buddies, opting to finish reading the letter aloud.
Anyway, I hope you're safe there! Reply soon okay? I don't really know how to end letters either but umm...read you soon?
-Winry.
Ed found himself a bit disappointed that the letter already finished, but he carefully masked his expression so his very understanding and supportive friends didn't butt into his business every five seconds!
"What? That's it? Not even some sexy little photo? No?" Greed scoffed, scratching his head.
Ed growled, "Don't you have a girlfriend?"
Greed narrowed his eyes, "Course I do! And her photo's are to die for!" he stuck his tongue out childishly to Ed, who rolled his eyes.
"...Where are those photos?" Roy Mustang asked, peeking innocently over to Greed.
He was met with a murderous, wary stare, "If you even dare setting one foot in my bunk, I will gladly go in prison for murdering my superior," Roy backed away, not doubting at all that the man was capable of doing that.
He was like his best friend Maes Hughes in that respect, loved his girlfriend to bits and pieces, like Hughes did to his little girl and his wife.
Meanwhile, Ed quietly slipped away, grabbing pen and paper, the letter and disappearing outside while his friends argued inside.
The only one who saw him was his brother, who had a knowing look in his equally gold eyes.
Alphonse shook his head, smiling.
"Alright, how do I start this..." Ed gnawed on the rubber end of his pencil, mind swimming with ideas and suggestions for writing, but none of them seemed good enough.
He remembered how interested she was in his eyes, maybe he should send her a photo? Or was that too forward? Was it too soon? They just sent each-other three letters after all...
But writing that he had gold eyes would be stupid right? Seeing the real thing would be better...then again if Mei was her friend, then surely she must have seen pictures of Al and his eyes. Then he wouldn't have to send her a picture right? Or did he?
Ed remained motionless, until pen and paper sprawled to the ground and he violently started to tear at his golden mane, growling and shouting at no one in particular, stomping his army boots against the ground.
He sighed, calming down slowly and picking up his paper and pen again. He rested his chin against his fist and thought.
Hard.
Nope. Nothing.
Well damn. Edward ran a hand through his hair, the cold yet familiar feeling of his other hand pressed briefly against his warm scalp before falling away to rest on his knee.
He looked at it, looked at the white glove covering the surface. He closed it, felt the familiar hard ridges, he closed his other hand, feeling the softness and firmness of his flesh.
He closed his eyes and thought. His fist shook, his leg tapping against the ground as his head filled with memories of the past.
Flashback, War between Ishval and Drachma
Silently, he crept up a few feet away enemy barracks, gun in hand and loaded, gold eyes narrowed as he monitored every silent movement.
There was a brief crunching sound and when the blonde haired soldier tried to turn around, he was face to face with the familiar barrel of a weapon, an AK-47.
Damn it.
Slowly, he lifted his hands, setting his medic kit on the ground next to him, the soldier pointing the gun at him snickered, "Well, well, well, lookie here. A medic from Amestris, you look familiar boy, those gold eyes and hair, are you Fullmetal?" the gun before him bounced once, aimed at the crease between his eyes.
He swallowed and carefully chose his words, "Why don't you ask him yourself?" the older soldier rose an eyebrow, hands tightening warily onto his weapon until darkness swallowed him and the only thing he felt before he fell unconscious was the hard ground hitting the side of his face as he collapsed.
"Brother!" Al whispered, relieved to see his older brother standing behind where the soldier used to stand, helping Alphonse up to his feet.
Gold eyes that had seen far too much for his age narrowed and scanned his brother from head to toe, "Are you hurt?"
Al smiled and shook his head, picking up his gun and medical kit again, "Don't worry, I'm alright, but I would have been in a bit of a pinch if it weren't for you," he smiled bashfully.
Ed snorted, cocking his gun and taking the other weapon from the unconscious soldier on the ground, hoisting it on one broad shoulder, "Alright, you stay behind, I'll move up front and make a path for you, I got your back while you free the prisoners, here's some ammo in case they don't have any more," Edward threw the ammunition in his brother's hands.
Alphonse nodded seriously before stopping his brother from moving forward, "Brother, don't be reckless, I would hate to treat your injuries again if I know you could have avoided them," the serious look in his younger brother's usually cheerful and kind eyes signaled Ed he should heed his words and be more careful on the battlefield.
Ed nodded once firmly, before readying his weapons and moving swiftly forward with the grace of a panther ready to kill their prey. Al watched in awe as his brother first threw a smoke bomb, then a another to create a ear splitting sound, momentarily stunning the enemy forces and swiftly, silently taking them out.
Gunshots were heard, screams rose in volume until suddenly silence ensued. Al felt his heart beat increase as footsteps neared him, the gun in his hands was subtly shaking, for a split second doubt filled his heart, had his brother gotten out alive? Did anybody shoot him?
All his worries immediately melted away when Ed emerged from the smoke, grinning at him and wiping away blood that had randomly splashed on his forehead.
He sighed before quickly moving forward toward the wooden barracks, finding many of their soldiers, gagged and restrained, their weapons deposited on the opposite side of the room.
Alphonse quickly freed them while he heard his brother fighting outside and hoping he was holding up until backup arrived.
And then it happened.
He heard his brother shout out. Metal hitting metal.
Gold eyes widened in horror, momentarily forgetting his duty to the restrained soldiers and running outside the barracks, spotting the horror to be found.
It was his brother, a gun held in his hand and his other hand formed into a fist, over his heart. When his brother opened that hand, Alphonse could see a small, oval shaped metallic object, a bullet.
He saw how he crushed the bullet with his hand, the fine gray powder that slowly fell from his brother's hand to the ground, the absolutely murderous look in his brother's eyes sent chills down his spine.
And when his brother removed his shredded gloves and his vest, Alphonse knew he would remind his enemies exactly why he was called Fullmetal on the battlefield.
So...how was it? NEXT chapter will be titled "Scars Left by War"! Thank you all for reading!