Tonight

A/N: Thank you for all of yours reviews. Sorry to say that this story is close to being finished, but I do have an idea for another Fullmetal Alchemist story, which would, in a way, go with this one. So, this chapter, or the next one, will be the end of this story.

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x. The Beginning .x

It had been a few good days since what had happened with Winry. Edward had kept to himself in his room, working on some paperwork he had stashed in his suitcase to keep him from going insane. On the desk beside his hand that moved quickly and with sloppy motions was the ring. The ring he had worked so hard to get. He would often just sit and stare at it.

The band was made from bits of the metal that came from his last automail arm, torn from him on the Promise Day. The rest of it was set up in the Central Library with a torn pair of Mustang's gloves. The main stone was, of course, a diamond. He had picked it out all himself, making sure it was just perfect. And on the four sides of the stone were very special things. It was something Roy liked to call "Fire Ice". All he would tell Edward about it was that it was fire, frozen in time. He had learned to make it from his Master and he thought it would be a nice touch to the ring. Edward thought the same.

Ed sighed and slammed the lid of the ring closed, looking down at his desk for a moment. It was his last night there. He would be leaving early the next morning for Central. He didn't know how he felt about that. He had not even really spoken to Winry since she rejected him. They rode in different cars on the train and the walk home was silent. His eyes were averted from her at all times. He didn't know how to handle it. She had flat our rejected him. No reasons were given.

"Brother?" Ed's, noticeably teary, eyes shot over to the door where his brother stood, dressed. He looked ready to go right then. It was possible that Edward had not been paying attention to the time. He never really did. "You haven't come out of here since you got back… What's wrong?" he asked, closing the door softly behind him to enter the room that was only lit by a candle on the desk.

Ed wanted to say nothing and make his brother leave, but he couldn't stop a tear from falling over his cheek. He quickly rubbed it away with a fleshy hand. Before Ed could say even a word Al's and was on his shoulder. He seemed so understanding, but he couldn't know what had happened unless Winry had told him. Ed pushed the box that held the ring over to his brother before covering his face.

Al picked it up and opened his, his eyes widening on sight. "Brother! Did you really?" he asked, a grin forming on his face before realization hit him like a train. "She said no?" he asked softly, setting the box down. He already knew what the answer to that was. He placed his hand back on his brother's shoulder, but felt that wasn't enough. Edward had done something no one thought he would do in a million years, he had asked the girl of his dream, the girl they had known their whole lives, to marry him and she had broken him down. Al put his arms around Edward's neck and held him tightly.

"What did I do wrong, Al? I thought she…" he paused, looking down at his papers, covered in military print. "I thought she loved me…"

x. Later .x

It was around five in the morning and time to leave the Rockbell home once again. Edward, Alphonse, and Mei were going to head to central. Ed sighed, standing in his room and he shrugged on his military jacket, looking at himself in the mirror. He looked so drained. He sighed and tied his hair back before grabbing his suit case.

His heavy steps were heard through the whole house as he came down the stairs. He was in the uniform of a proud man. There was no time at all to mope over what had happened. He had to get on with his life, though it was a first for him to be rejected.

"When will we be hearing from you again," the old woman asked, following Edward outside, where the rest were. They all stood, saying their goodbyes. Winry wore her night clothes, hugging Alphonse tightly. Ed's eyes burned into her. He began to growl, not even paying attention to the older lady. His suitcase made a loud thud on the wood as he dropped it, making a stride right to the woman.

"WHY WON'T YOU MARRY ME?" he yelled, standing right in front of her. His eyes were burning with his anger and confusion. He was going to find out why and he was going to find out right then. "I'VE ALWAYS BEEN HERE! I HAVE AN AMAZING JOB AND I WOULD BE WILLING TO DO ANYTHING FOR YOU! YOU ARE PERFECT FOR ME AND I AM THE ONLY ONE IN THIS DAMN TOWN THAT WOULD KNOW HOW TO TREAT YOU!" Ed's eyes began to tear up.

Winry was surprised by the outburst. She wanted to look at the other's for help, but she couldn't take her eyes off of the fuming man in front of her. She didn't know what to do to stop him, or to make him understand. But, she did find it a bit cute. Winry smiled softly, putting her hands on her hips. This just seemed to frustrate Ed further.

"Huh? What's with the smiling? You know what Winry…" he shoved his hand in his pocket, pulling out the ring box and shoving it into her shirt pocket on her breast. "You are going to marry me, at least for a little while. You owe me, remember. Eighty percent of your life. You can't bypass the laws of equivalent exchange!" his face was red from the screaming and going on, but as he looked onto her face she seemed honestly pleased by it all.

"Now that's the Edward Elric I want to marry," she said, fishing the box out and opening it. She gave it a thoughtful look, "It's so beautiful," she muttered, putting it onto her ring finger and taking his hand. "The only reason I said no the other night was because you were not acting like yourself. You were being someone else to try and win me over," Winry muttered softly, pulling him into a hug. "I was waiting for the real Edward to ask me,"

Ed grinned, allowing a few tears to slide from his, now soft, golden eyes. He held the woman tightly in his arms, no more words were needed at the moment.

He was going to keep her safe forever starting at that moment.

x. Fin .x

A snip from my next story that is, at the moment, untitled

His dark eyes stared at the metal arm; put together the best it could be so that it could be presented in the large library. His gloves sat right under it, allowing him to remember the day easily. He smiled softly, sitting comfortably in the quite uncomfortable wooden chair under him. The General was taking the last quite break he would be getting for a while.

"General Mustang!" a woman with dark curly hair yelled form the entrance of the building. Her eyes were crazed with rage. Her uniform looked raggy and tired. She stormed over to his table, standing right in front of his view. The older man allowed his eyes to look into hers.

"Oh… Rebecca. It's good to see you this stormy night," he said softly, offering her only a soft smile before his looked past her, seeing only a finger of the Fullmetal's arm. Ideas were raging through his head.

"There is not only a storm out there, Mustang! There is a war out there! Get out there and fight! You need to fight! Are you listening to me, Roy? ROY!" her voice rang out through the whole building. It bounced off books and shelves alike. He man just closed his eyes and sighed.

"Please go back to your position, Second Lieutenant Catalin," a voice came through the darkness of the shelves. "This is no situation for the General to fight," Major Hawkeye was reveled from the darkness as she stepped forward. A silver chain gleaming from her side and a dull look glazed over her eyes.

Please tell me what you think. Sorry this last chapter seemed a bit rushed. I don't know how I like it yet, but I did work on it.