This... Is really short. Because I just wanted to get this over with ASAP. It's been sitting on my harddrive for about a year unfinished, and I just wanted to get this chapter up quickly, especially when I realized how long it's been since I last updated this.

This story's updates are likely to be EXTREMELY staggered with updates few and far in between.

Also, I do realize Jamie is a Mary Sue, no need to tell me. ._. I don't care, either. This is written for my own amusement.

I'd also like to point out that because this is written for my own amusement, and I have long fallen out of the FMA fandom, this isn't likely to be updated until I feel motivated, like now.

So without further ado, I give you the 6th chapter to Blind to Love.

... This chapter is really really short OTL


I experimentally flexed my fingers, the thin cloth covering them and brushing against each other in a way I had yet to grow accustomed to. I smiled widely at Izumi, whose aura radiated satisfaction, at my response, I think. I rubbed my hands together to get more used to the feeling of the gloves in between my palms, before looking towards my soon to be teacher expectantly.

"What do we do first?" I questioned, voice betraying more excitement than I intended. She laughed at my enthusiasm, and I smiled sheepishly. Suddenly, I felt a pressure around my wrists, and immediately jumped back, startled. I looked at Izumi, noticing that her aura reflected some chagrin and annoyance.

"Sorry, clap your hands for me, and place them to the floor. Make something of the wood there," Izumi explained, helping me lower myself. I sat obediently on the floor, crossing my legs so I could allow more room to work. I closed my eyes, not that it did much difference of my view, or any for that matter, thoughtfully. I soon decided on an object to draw, my clap breaking through the silence. As I placed my palms to the floor, I felt warmth slipping through my fingers to the center of my hands, and lifted them as I felt something pushing against the cloth and flesh. Admittedly, it was an odd sensation. After the warmth was starting to fade and my hands were a good four inches or so from the floorboards, or what I could tell, there was a knock on the door. My concentration broke and I heard a faint crack, followed by something hitting the legs of my pants. I frowned, picking up the chipped piece, running it in between my fingers forlornly. I looked up; noticing that Izumi's aura had disappeared, I figured she had answered the door. I was about to try making a more solid shape when I heard some crashing outside, and paused.

Forgetting about my previous attempts to create something from the wood, I stood and followed the wall to the door, edging close to the opening of the home curiously. The auras I spotted while looking out caught me by surprise. I saw Izumi's aura filled with unbridled rage, and her victims were my former escorts. I wondered idly why she was attacking these two and slunk back inside subtly. No way did I want to get into THAT.


A little later, I was surprised to find us all sitting at Izumi's dinner table, with me sitting near the strong woman. I shifted uneasily, and I could tell that Alphonse and Edward were as uncomfortable as I was. I chewed on my bottom lip nervously, and rubbed my shoulder uneasily. The tension in the room was stifling. Finally, Izumi spoke.

"So you were the careless escorts that left this blind girl to her own devices?" her voice was chilling, so cold even I could feel the frost from it. However, a simple glance at her aura showed the hottest rage I had ever seen. I turned to the brothers' auras to see that they glowed with shame.

"We thought—" Edward cut off his excuse suddenly, at which I assumed Izumi threw a glare at him.

"I'm sure you weren't thinking at all, Edward," she growled lowly. I felt bad on the boys' behalf. I never wanted to be on the receiving end of such a woman. She was truly frightening. Alphonse stayed quiet during the extent of the exchange, and I could feel why. Mixed in with the shame of his aura held much guilt. Edward had it too, of course, but that didn't stop him from being defensive. I supposed it was just in the younger brother's nature to take what was coming to him with acceptance, as it was his brother's to fight every moment.

I sighed and stood, heading upstairs for the room that Izumi had been teaching me Alchemy in. I knew everything would be sorted and punishments delivered soon enough, so I might as well not hold my breath waiting for it to happen. My presence wouldn't rush the end result, so might as well do something productive while they were at it.