Nevermore Sister
Darren Lecir
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It was getting late in the afternoon when Ed and Al stopped in front of an ironwork shop. The clanking of metal sounded through Ed's ears and he felt at peace. Maybe whomever was in there wound have information of some value to his search. Perhaps he could some new parts for his automail as well.
As he and Al walked through the front doors into what seemed like a garage, he noticed a fairly tall boy standing at a table working with small tubes of iron. Ed watched as the boy hammered the tubes to make them flat and us a really hot chisel-like tool to engrave a design into it.
Ed took another look at the boy. Upon second glance, he had girly features. He was lean, but not overly skinny. He wore brown trousers with a stained white button up shirt with the sleeves down to his wrists. His hands looked soft, much more like a woman, with well-groomed nails that were a little long for a man. He wore a brown cap on his head with a little of his red-brown hair showing.
This boy looked too much like a woman for Ed's liking. Even Al thought so when Ed whispered to him. This little action seemed to gain the said person's attention and he looked over to the customers. He didn't smile, but instead looked the two up and down. Ed felt like he was being measured for a coffin. The boy's eyes lingered by Ed's mid-section…
Creep, Ed thought as he shifted his hips uncomfortably. He then realized what the boy was looking at when he scowled at the small blonde.
"We don't serve State Alchemists," he said. His voice was a little high pitched as well for his age.
"I only want some information," Ed said, not too nicely either.
"Get out of here," the boy said. "I have no information for you about anything."
"Are you just saying that to get rid of me?" Ed asked.
"Yes."
"Then I won't leave until you do tell me what you do know."
"I don't give out anything to strangers."
"I'm Edward."
"Darren. Good, now GET OUT."
Ed was going to say something else, but a loud booming voice from somewhere in the back filled his ears with a very unpleasant ringing.
"Darren! That customer will be here in five minutes for that order!"
"What? I just started the damn thing! He called ten minutes ago! There's no way I can get this done before he gets here!"
"Well, speed it up or no pay this week!"
Darren turned back to the mess on the table and mumbled a few curses that Ed caught very well. He rolled up his sleeves and Ed and Al watched as he ran his hands over the top of his opposite forearms at the same time. The familiar golden light of a transmutation filled the small room they were in. Once the light subsided, there was an intricate wrought iron fence that would be placed in front of a fireplace.
Ed and Al eyed the piece of work with wide eyes. But Ed was thrown back. This boy did a transmutation without a transmutation circle. Darren slapped his head when he figured out that Ed witnessed the ordeal.
"How did you do that without an array?" Ed asked. Darren just picked up the fence and folded it, placing it in a box and nailing it closed. Ed was not happy about being ignored.
"I asked you a question, Punk!" Ed had to slam his hands on the counter to get the boy's attention. Darren didn't even flinch as he did the same and stare directly into Ed's golden eyes.
"Don't call me a punk, Shortie." Ed's face turned red.
"Get out of here before I kick your ass."
"I'd like to see you try Pretty Boy."
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A/N: Okey Dokie peoples. Here is chapter 9. Big thanks to The Pathetic Writer for reading and reviewing. You're right, I do update fast. Gonna be busy this week though. Will try to keep this trend up. Read and Review please! Thanking you!