NC Ace: Thank you all. Man, do I need to update more often. I can't think of any colors where Ed can associate with Winry. Any suggestions? I have too many chapters where I imply Winry's thoughts, but I need more on Ed. Ah, Winry's little flashback is fictatious.
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Red.
How can a color have so much seperate meanings? So many?
It can be the color of blood. In can be the color of blush. There's even the cherry, or Red Delicious Apple.
But what the color reminded her most about was his coat. His red Coat. The one he wore over the tight black pants, sleeveless shirt - that just boasted the tones in his flesh arm - , and the distinctive black jacket with a white fringe.
He used to dress like your typical boy, until of course, when he decided to become a State Alchemist. The day he donned the red coat, he changed into a different person, supposedly for his good.
Would he ever wear the Military's uniform? It seemed as if he were the only alchemist in the military that didn't.
What used to be an eleven-year old boy in T-shirts and shorts, now wore something that let him stand out from any crowd. Not like he didn't already.
It was as if she could remember the day - in fact she could remember any day with Ed - Like yesterday.
"I need..."
"Hm? What is it Ed?" Winry questioned, from looking down at her food.
"I need...New clothes."
"What?" She was surprised at his sudden comment.
"I'm going to join the military. I'm going to start a new life, one to fix the mistake I made." He grunted, poking at his stew. This was unusual behaviour for him. Edward adored stew. That, and he had his own style of eating. A lot and fast, "So I need a new clothes style."
"...That's unlike you Ed." Winry said in a quiet voice.
He looked up."Huh?"
"You don't normally care about how you look..." 'as long as your not short...' Winry thought to herself, surpressing a little giggle.
He shrugged. "Well, might as well try."
The next day, he spent the day cooped up in his house.
After the clock stroke twelve noon, Winry became curious of Ed's doings.
She briskly knocked on his door. A scurry of tumbling and footsteps hurried to the door. "Oh, hi Winry." Ed nodded, opening the door.
"What are you doing in there?" She said, trying to look over Ed's shoulder.
"Oh nothing..."
The next day he came over dressed in red and black. "What do you think?"
"I think it's wierd..." Winry said, noticing the sign on the back of his coat.
"Well I hope you get used to it!"
How like him.