…The cloud was just the slightest bit shaky now, as if it was wavering in its resolve to stay alone and free, resisting the indulging feeling to join the others, miles away in the sky…

1st person POV:

He was looking as perfect as ever...all grown-up. When we had parted, his face was constantly full of stress marks, or maybe concentrating hard on improving his alchemy. Now, it was shocked and innocent as ever, just like it used to be.

"Yumi? Is that really you?" he murmured.

I couldn't answer, not with those blazing gold eyes staring at me, orbs shining…so beautiful…

Then, the person next to us broke our moment by letting loose a loud groan. -_-

Edward snapped out of it a bit quicker than me, scrambling over to him.

"Uh…Major Armstrong? You okay?"

He shook his limp body. Oh…that was Major Armstrong? Whoops. I guess next time I should pay a little more attention.

He turned to me and asked flatly, "What'd he ever do to you? Why did you shoot him with...," he pointed at the poisoned arrow, lying on the ground.

"Oh…well, I thought it was someone else…" I muttered, blushing. "Whoops."

"How could you not know it was an officer?"

"Hey- all I saw was his bald head and cloak! How was I supposed to know he was a major?"

We glared at each other for a minute. Ah, just like the old days.

I finally broke away and poked Major Armstrong a bit. Huh, guess the poison worked somewhat quickly this time.

"So, what, do you shoot everyone with a poisoned arrow that comes across your path?" he questioned sarcastically.

I started to blush again, "Well, in my defense, it seemed like everyone was hiding in their rooms, and he looked like the only culprit."

Edward rolled his eyes, "Why? Because he has abnormal-sized muscles?"

I shrugged, "It does make you look more menacing."

Edward sighed, "So, anyways, how do we get this toxic stuff out of him?"

"We don't," I said matter-of-factly.

He stared at me for a few seconds, while I nodded knowledgably. Then, the yelling started,

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN WE'RE NOT GOING TO GET IT OUT OF HIM?"

And, trust me on this subject, when someone yells and me (especially Ed), I tend to react impulsively and scream back.

"EXACTLY THAT! Now why are you yelling at me!"

"BECAUSE YOU POISONED MAJOR ARMSTRONG WITH SOME TOXIC WASTE AND NOW HE'S GONNA DIE-"

"HE'S NOT GOING TO DIE! AND IT'S NOT TOXIC WASTE!"

"HOW DO YOU KNOW?"

"CUZ I USED IT BEFORE, BAKA!"

"BUT YOU STILL HIT HIM IN A VITAL SPOT!"

"IT'S NOT FATAL AT ALL! I HIT HIM IN THE SIDE!"

"IT PIERCED HIS SKIN, FOR GOD'S SAKE!"

"ONLY BY A TINY BIT!"

"LOOK AT HIM- HE'S BLEEDING HIS GUTS OUT!"

"IT'S ONLY A LITTLE SCRATCH! BESIDES, IS THIS HOW YOU GREET A CLOSE FRIEND? WE HAVEN'T SEEN EACH OTHER IN 5 YEARS! OR DID YOU FORGET ABOUT ME?"

"HOW COULD I FORGET ABOUT YOU? AND, FRIENDS? CLOSE FRIENDS?"

"YEAH! WHAT ELSE?"

"YOU WERE MUCH MORE TO ME THAN THAT!"

I stayed silent for once, calming down immediately.

"What?" I whispered.

"WEREN'T YOU LISTENING? I SAID, WE WERE MUCH MORE THAN JUST FRIEN-"

He stopped mid-sentence, realizing what he just said. A flash of pink crossed his face and he amended,

"Err… I mean...um, never mind,"

I stared at him in wonder. He avoided my gaze and turned back to Major Armstrong, all past anger forgotten.

"So…he's not going to die?" he asked, hesitantly.

I didn't say anything for a few seconds and then reluctantly decided to drop the subject. Surely, we would get there sooner or later, when I asked about how Winry was doing.

"No, he should only be out for a few more minutes," I assured him confidently.

"Should…" he muttered quietly. I decided to let it pass.

But, almost as a response to my words, Major Armstrong started to stir.

"Edward?" he asked groggily, sitting up. "What happened?"

"My…ah, friend here mistook you for…erm…someone else."

"Your friend?" he looked around, slightly dazed.

"Um, yeah. Sorry about that," I apologized.

He looked at me. Then, his eyes started to fill with sparkles.

"OHHH, EDWARD ELRIC! WHO IS THIS PRETTY LADY THAT YOU NEVER TOLD ME ABOUT? IS SHE YOUR GIRLFRIEND? AHHH, YOUNG LOVE," he exclaimed, while ripping off his shirt to show his enormous muscles.

…um, what?

Edward turned pink again as he punched Major Armstrong in the gut. Huh, he was lucky Ed didn't have his automail arm on, or else that would've hurt.

"WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT, MAJOR? DON'T GO ASSUMING RIDICULOUS THINGS BY YOURSELF!"

Okay, before the "you're much more than a close friend to me," thing had softened me up, but this began to annoy me.

"WAIT, SO IT'S RIDICULOUS FOR ME TO BE YOUR GIRLFRIEND?" I screeched.

My face had Edward back-tracking as he quickly said, "Eto…never mind…again…,"

"Humph,"

We glared at each other…again. Then, in the midst of all our glowering, the train pulled to a stop.

"Resembool Train Station,"announced the train driver.

I eyed the door. Edward saw my look and grabbed my hand, pulling me outside, Major Armstrong following hastily. I was too busy looking surprisingly at my hand in his for me to comprehend that he was taking me to his house.

"Hey! What are you doing?" I protested, when I finally realized where we were going. I tried to lean backwards and pull him the other way, towards the open train doors. Dang it, he was stronger than me. And the fact that an absolutely ripped Major was following behind us didn't help either.

He looked back and gave me a breath-taking, close-eyed smile, which left me no choice but to let him drag me along the path as I stared back.

"Come on! You haven't visited in so long!"

By now, the Rockbell's Automail Shop was in view now, and seeing it, I no longer had the will to say no. I sighed, walking with him now, although in silence.

When we got to the front door, he looked at me again, all serious. It reminded me of that moment we had on the train, when I first saw him- you know, the one that Major Armstrong interrupted? *glare glare*

"You know, I meant what I said back there. About you being more than a close friend," said Edward softly, as he was turning the doorknob.

I couldn't help but smile.

"Me too. You're way more special than just a friend."

Then, an annoying thought intruded my mind.

"Hey…how's Winry doing?"

He froze in his movements to open the door. He seemed surprised and pained by my question.

"Fine, fine, why?" he managed to say, after some time.

Now I was confused too. That was all he had to say for his girlfriend?

As I looked inside the house, truth began to dawn on me. Winry was there, fixing up some automail, like usual. And, to my luck, so was Al- hey, a perfect time to visit! But that wasn't my biggest concern. Rather that Al and Winry were sitting at the same table…holding hands.

"She and Al got together about half a year ago."

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