O.o Whoa...I got the chapter out within a month...Is the world going to end? xD Well, my recent week hasn't really been too busy so that may be why. The only thing that really has ineterupted my writing is my new puppy whining at the door. Unfortunately, that same puppy broke my glasses so I've had to wear my contacts a lot or wear crooked glasses -_- Luckily that doesn't effect my work (Thank God).
So my goal is to try and finish this story by the end of the school year but now that I'm looking at what's going on during June...that might not happen. I have mine and my friends birthday, a trip that my class might go on, exams, of course homework, and maybe some other things here and there. So sorry if I don't complete my goal :/
Anyways, the wording in the story might be a little confusing at some points because I was really tired from a birthday party while finishing it so sorry. Hope you enjoy the chapter!
"Whoa...Did you get any sleep at all?"
My tired eyes drift over to Nicoule who stares back with a raised eyebrow. I can only suspect that I have dark circles under my drooping eyes and extremely bad bed head; which concludes that I look like shit. With a yawn, I stretch my arms over my head, back cracking and the stiffness I've had through the night lessening. To reply to Nicoule's question, I shake my head as another yawn breaks past my lips recklessly and I stumble towards the kitchen. The night before, you could say, was unexpected and something I couldn't even have dreamed. I'm probably even too tired to blush as those memories rush to my mind, replaying the scene so graphically and majestically. However, even though the event was truely unexpectedly wonderful and my body still tingles with the sparks that ran through my veins, I was unable to get any sleep afterwards.
With so many thoughts and questions that ran through my head I can understand why. My heart was set to ease but my mind was not, and it continues to haunt me even in my exhausted state. The usual questions have been replaced, you see, and these new ones are actually a bit more relentless. Back then if you would have asked me which set of questions would be worse, I never would have chosen these ones. They may not seem like much but they still find a way to strike you, to make you all the more self-concious.
The gurgling sound of the coffee maker fills the kitchen and I plop down into one of the chairs surrounding the table to wait. I lay my head in my arms on the table, closing my eyes and drifting into my subconcious. I can feel each muscle in my body relaxed with exhaustion. I can't hear any sound around me; the gurgling of the coffee maker silenced and the sound of Nicoule searching through my kitchen no more. All I can really feel is bliss lining my concious, so close but yet so far. Sleep has been teasing and taunting me through the whole night. When ever it had gotten within arms length, it would back off and a torturous question would fall into my grasp. Each time that this would happen I would get a bit more frustrated until I couldn't take it anymore. With that I decided to just stay awake if sleep was just not going to come.
Once more I can feel it's reassuring darkness in the back of my mind, overcoming me inch by inch. I wait for it to fully overcome me, wait for the glorious thing I've waited for all night.
"Hey, is she asleep?" Someone loudly asks and I feel the borderline of slumber leave me entirely.
"I don't know. Why don't you check?" Another person responds.
"Kaaaat, you asleep?"
"I would have been if you're stupid voice didn't wake me up," I moan, turning to glare at the girl.
Nicoule and Melina smile at me and take a seat at the table as well.
"I hate the thought of you on coffee but if you're this tired I think I'll live," Nicoule sighs and takes a seat at the table as well.
"Why are you so tired?" Mel asks me curiously while handing me a mug. I take it, already knowing what's inside.
I stay silent for a moment and just stare down into the murky depths of my coffee. If I told the two of them, they would probably never let me live it down and tease me about how 'little Kitty is finally growing up'. I really don't want to go through all that.
"I just couldn't sleep," I reply, "It's like this every year so don't worry about it."
"Are you sure?" Mel urges worriedly.
"You do look pretty exhausted and not just physically," Nicoule adds.
"I'm fine," I insist and the two drop the subject for now. Sighing, I continue talking, "Besides don't you two have to leave soon?"
"Soon but not quite yet," Mel replies.
I nod but then jerk my head towards the opening door. Once the door is fully open, Al emerges with the same sleepy appearance he has every morning. It's quite a cute appearance actually and I find that Nicoule thinks the same as she turns to us and mutely squeels. Seeing that Al was the one to exit the bedroom gave me a bit of relief knowing that Ed is still asleep. I have to face him sometime, I know that, but if I can push it off for a little while then... However that relief soon vanishes and becomes replaced with pure anxious confusion as the elder Elric soon appears after his brother. Our eyes connect for a split second but then it's over as we both look away hastily, blushes covering both of our cheeks.
"Kat..?" Mel wonders quietly as I push away from the table and walk away silently.
They watch me go with out a word spoken except maybe quick and sharp whispers from Mel to Nicoule. Those too are soon silenced by my 'bedroom' door being shut and I flop down onto the unmade bed. Burying my face into the pillow, I whimper with realization that my suspicions had come true and it feels that it's up to me if I want this to crash or to carry on through.
I hate this decision. How many times have I had to decide this or to regret being unable to decide? Too damn many times in my opinion. Why can't that question leave me alone?
With a simple shift in position, I find myself facing the roof and I stare at the white ceiling. I don't necessarily regret last night - quite the opposite actually - but that has only loaded so many more questions into my unsure mind. I remember it in crisp clear images, the way he looked at me, the way everything felt, the way..
I shake my head and close my eyes. That motion seems to trigger something within me and I can feel myself falling into oblivion..
With no interuptions this time.
*Nicoule's POV*
"...The hell was that?" I mutter, staring at everyone in the kitchen.
"I'm not sure," Mel responds first while Al simply shrugs and Ed stays silent.
My eyes narrow slowly when the eldest of the two brothers stays quiet as he gets his own cup of coffee. I can tell from his posture that he too is tired and the faint bags under his eyes don't help his case at all. Not only that but there has been a perminant tint of pink covering his cheeks since Kat and him first spotted each other this morning. The way their eyes averted immediately, the way Kat clearly avoided Ed as she stepped out of the kitchen, all of these things clearly state that something has happened. Something that only one out of these four people in the kitchen know about and is not yet ready to say. It almost appears that he too isn't exactly ready to face any consequences from what had happened in between them. If my suspicions turn out correct then whatever happened might turn out to be extremely reckless.
Nothing can get past me, absolutely nothing. I have always been extremely observant and I can see things that can go from a small thing to the whole picture. I've noticed things before that others might not have. I have also most definitely noticed something that can bug Katrina and that person right now is short, blonde and exremely tempormental.
Oh, yes something happened in between Katrina and Edward and I intend to find out. What happened, when it happened, how it happened, everything. And with a smirk, I start to plan out just how I will.
*Kat's POV*
"So...when are you going to tell me?"
My breath hitches at those words. They were simple enough but meant so much more. Slowly looking over at him, I see he's smirking at me, half of him shadowed and making him seem so much more mysterious. I may have watched the anime and read some of the manga but there is still so much I don't know about him. He's leaning against one arm, leaning towards me with his face close but yet still far in my opinion. My goal to not look at him is broken and I stare into those golden eyes. Those gorgeous eyes..
Damn, I really do have to ban those thoughts.
"I.." My sentence trails off and he waits, but the rest of what I go to say isn't what he expects. "I don't know you are anymore. One point you're yelling at my idioticness and now you're flirting with me? Seriously, who are you and what have you done with Ed?"
He shakes his head, letting out a dry chuckle, "You really know how to ruin a moment, you know that?"
"If you already know about...that...why are you trying to make me tell you?" I wonder quietly, blushing once more.
"It's no fun just assuming," He smiles teasingly.
"Since when do you care?"
If I sounded cold, I didn't mean to. It's bugging me, that's all. One moment it seemed like he hated me but now...
"I don't know when I started to. Maybe the day I chose to hug you instead of leaving you there to cry. I didn't figure this out too long ago either since, like you, it's new to me. But it seems I have a bit more courage then you do and I'm able to come to grips with it."
"I'm able to come to grips with it..." I insist quietly and he smiles softly.
"Then why am I the one who made the first move?"
"Shut up.."
Another chuckle escapes his throat and I can feel his breath run across my lips. I bite down on my bottom lip while my eyes can't quite decide if they want to stare into his eyes or down at those inviting lips. Those golden eyes just stare back at me with a mixture of different emotions hidden behind them but one of them stands out to me just as it always has. Determination. There have been times when I've seen that determination pitter out and nearly disappear. However it's flames have always regained power and head on with full force, making Ed someone that I've always looked up to. He's been the type of person I've wanted to be; determined, loyal and honest (in a way).
I wonder what fuels Ed's determination because I really need that motivation to fuel mine. Mine has continuisly burned out and it takes as much will power as I can muster to bring it to life again. That motivation would especially be useful in a time like this.
"Come on, tell me. You know you want to," He teases, inching forward a bit more but his eyes don't leave mine.
My lips part on their own and a shakey breath blows past my lips. My words come out in a near whisper with my body shaking from all of the stress and tension riding through my muscles. "I-I like you..."
"And that's all...?"
In the back of my mind, I feel a twinge of exasperation but it's wiped away by all of my nervous thoughts. I swallow hard and continue, "No...I think I'm falling in love with you..."
At those words, a pure genuine smile spreads across Ed's lips and I can feel my heart melt at the sight. He closes his eyes and leans his forehead against mine, brown hair mixing with blonde while lips brush against lips.
"Good...because I think I'm falling in love with you too..."
My own eyes close half way, catching one more glimpse of that perfect face before closing fully. He's the one that moves in first, turning a simple brush into a light touch, almost as if he's asking that it's alright.
It's almost as if my body is moving on it's own accord. No thoughts, no worries, nothing runs through my mind as this happens. The only thing I can focus on is the act at hand, the gentle ease into it and the feeling that courses through my veins. All too quickly that gentle touch becomes firmer, almost needy, as his flesh hand comes to rest against my cheek and his thumb brushes against my skin. Honestly, it's almost perfect.
The contact of lips fades and our eyes meet again, staring into the other's eyes. No attempt at breaking the silence is made and at least 3 minutes pass of nothing else but staring, as if the other would disappear if we were to look away.
It feels like this is all just a dream because this moment just defies all of the rules of reality. Edward and Alphonse Elric were not meant to exist, to only be characters for a popular manga and anime series. Nor were these two people supposed to come into reality and move in with me, causing a huge impact on my life. Not only that but I never expected to fall in love with the oldest of the two. To think...he ended up actually liking me back...
"Please tell me this isn't a dream," I whisper.
A smile is my only reply and another caress of my cheek. My eyes finally leave his gaze to close, savoring each small touch in case all of this does turn out to be a dream. Each touch is soft and a little unsure but enough for me to make me wish that it would never end. Until he decides to ruin the moment.
I yelp at the sudden pain in my shoulder and sit up in bed, my hand clamping over my shoulder. Blinking, I look around the room and end up sighing in realization that it had only been a memory of the events that had happened last night. Removing my hand from my shoulder, I lift my shirt's sleeve and peer at the place the pain had been. There's a very faint purple mark there and a subconcious smile slides across my face at the sight. It's a reminder that those events hadn't been a dream. Ed had pinched me - quite hard I might add - to show me that what had been going on wasn't a dream. And do you know what he said to me after he did it? He laughed and told me, "At least this way we both know that I'm not a figment of your wild imagination." Although I'm thankful to know that it hadn't been a dream, it's quite unfortunate that I tend to bruise easily.
With another sigh, I fall onto my back on the bed and roll my head to the side to peer at the time. It's after 11:00 am so I must have been sleeping for at least four hours if the last time I was awake was at 8:00. It also means that Melina's and Nicoule's parents have probably already come to pick the two up.
Ugh, I'm still exhausted, I think exasperately and reaching up to rub my eyes. My thoughts drift back to the night before and I stare up at the ceiling, debating if telling him had been a good idea or not. In the end it did turn out that he felt the same and I'm extremely surprised. Who would have ever thought that the Fullmetal Alchemist, Hero of the People, would fall for someone as ordinary as myself? I'm not saying that I'm boring but I would never be able to become anywhere near as important as how important Edward is. He's saved so many people and done so many unbelievable things that I find it hard to believe that a guy that's had so much adrenaline would fall for a girl who's content enough to sit on her ass all day.
These thoughts once again arise the one main question that's been confusing me all the more. I honestly don't know why it bothers me so much but it does. Maybe it's because I can't find the answer to it that it bugs me so much. Or maybe it's because I have yet to understand this foreign emotion that's flowing within me.
It's true that I have a a bit more time before I understand any of the laws of love or if there are even any. This feeling is unusual but amazing at the same time. It makes me wonder why some people would chose never to search for that one special person. Even Nicoule believes that love is just a cover up for what they really feel inside: lust. She's told me before that she thinks that everyone inside wants lust more than this 'love'. However, Nicoule has always been a bit of a man eater (I swear, she's like a female Mustang) and I can understand why she thinks this and where she's coming from. She's never truely experienced love and thus she doesn't believe it until it will show itself to her. I, however, believe in love because everytime I see a couple that have been together through thick and thin I believe a little more. I see it in their eyes as they look at each other, the deep love and bond that keeps them together no matter what.
It's a miricle to experience it and who ever does should really consider themselves lucky.
But this brings me back to my question. You usually don't even decide on who you fall in love with, making the feeling all the more mysterious. And like the feeling, the answer to this question is a mystery to me.
"Why me?"
There you go! I hope you enjoyed it and I'll try just as hard to get the next chapter out! So there you go, Ed and Kat have finally admitted to each other that they like each other. Unfortunately, the two of them are now in the awkward stage. Oooh, I hate the awkward stage .
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