I still don't own Fullmetal Alchemist... I probably won't own it ever...
T_T
Ch. 2 - The Wrench
She looked at her favorite tool laying on the floor.
She picked it up and examined it. It was old and worn out because of all the years of use, but it was her favorite wrench none the less. It had been through many things with her. It had helped her help others.
It was the wrench she had used that first time he had gotten his automail.
It was also the wrench she always used to knock some sense into him.
She smiled, memories suddenly flooding her mind. He would come home with a broken automail arm and in one swift movement, her wrench would collide with his skull. Those were the days when she would have to pull all-nighters working on his arm and leg, doing the best she could to make them better and stronger.
Doing what she could to keep him alive and well.
After he was fixed, they would be on their way again, trying to restore what they'd lost. And she would watch their receding backs from afar, hoping that they would return soon, safe and sound.
Now, the story wasn't much different.
She was still home, waiting.
Waiting for both brothers to return from their journeys. Journeys that were no longer as life threatening as the missions that they had been involved with before.
And even though she was waiting, she didn't mind as much as she used to. She knew they were safe, the worry she felt wasn't as strong as before. Even so, she couldn't help but wondered how they were both doing.
The brother in Xing was enjoying his new body to the fullest. He would send her letters about his trips and what he'd learned in the foreign country every few weeks. With the Xingese princess helping him every step of the way as he traveled, she was sure that the younger brother was doing alright.
The older brother in the West… well, she still hadn't heard much from him. A few weeks after saying goodbye at the train station, she had received a call from him. It was a brief call in which he had informed her of his whereabouts and how he'd been since his arrival. She remembered smiling when he told her that the food from Creta was great, but the heat was horrible, and how it was at times like those that he wished he were home.
Home. He'd once told her that wherever she was, that was home. They'd always return to her.
He would always return to her.
The promise they made at the train station was still fresh in her mind. She would wait for him as long as it took because she knew that he would keep his promise -he always did. And once he returned she would give him the 80% that she promised and finally act on those feelings she had been hiding for so long.
She just hoped that he would come back soon. She missed him too much.
With that last thought, she continued on her way to the kitchen, placing the wrench in her workshop as she walked by.
Winry took the broom by the counter and began to sweep, too immersed in her work to notice the front door slowly being opened.
A/N - O.O
I wonder who it is...