Okay everyone, thank Syolen and Bar-Ohki for this! They requested a second chapter, and here it is.
It's really creepy though, cause originally I was going to make the first chapter kind of like this. As in, I was going to have Ed and Winry when they're older talking, and then they're reminded of the time on the hill and then it goes to a flashback. But that didn't feel right, so I took it out. But I've given in to peer pressure and have written a follow-up for it.
Oh, and thanks for the reviews guys! They make me so happy, as explained in the previous chapter.
Disclaimer: Honestly, donkey mail is so slow these days. Still no Ed or Al (Trust me, I checked), but I did get a coupon for one free Riza when you buy a Mustang and an Armstrong!
Edward winced as a screwdriver scraped against his shoulder.
"Damnit, Winry, be careful!" he yelped, rubbing the area. The mechanic blinked and shook her head to clear it.
"Sorry Ed, my mind was elsewhere," she said apologeticly. Ed just grimaced as she once again stuck her tool into the junction between flesh and metal. The two were silent for a while as the blonde girl worked, each wrapped in their own thoughts.
Ed jumped when Winry suddenly spoke once more, "Hey Edward, do you remember that night up on the hill?"
"Huh?" Ed craned his neck to look at her, not sure what she was talking about.
"You know, when we were kids. I don't remember how old, but it was the first time I'd ever seen the sunset," At Edward's blank stare Winry sighed in frustration, "You know! When you kissed me."
Comprehension suddenly dawned on the small boy. A smile stretched slowly across his face even as his cheeks went pink.
"Oh yeah," he said, chuckling softly, "I can't believe I'd forgotten."
"Yeah," Winry smiled, "then I slapped you, remember."
"And then you kissed me!" Ed gave his blonde companion a strange look, "You know, that bit still confuses me. I never could figure out what exactly happened that night."
Winry giggled, shaking her head as she resumed her work on Ed's arm, "Just forget it, Ed. You'll never understand."
"Hey, what do you mean by that?" Ed cried indignitantly. Winry just laughed again, eyes fixed upon her work.
"Edward Elric, prodigy you may be, but you will never understand the mind of a woman."
Ed looked as though he would have liked to argue, since his nature wouldn't let him ignore such a blatent challenge. But, unable to come up with anything to say, he finally just shook his head in good-natured defeat, "You know, Win, I think I agree with you there. But can't you at least tell me why the hell you kissed me that night!"
Winry was silent, and Ed thought that she wasn't going to answer him. But then she spoke up, voice thoughtful, "I guess... because I wanted to know what it was like."
"You wanted to know what it was like," Ed said incredulously, "You wanted to know what it was like! You know that I was thinking about that kiss for years afterward, trying to figure out what it meant!"
"Well obviously you weren't wrapped up for too long, since you didn't even remember it!" Winry said heatedly.
"Oh yeah Win, 'cause I'm supposed to know exactly what you meant by 'that night on the hill', right?" Ed said sarcasticly. Winry growled and tapped him over the head with her screwdriver. Secretly, Edward was just thankful that she didn't have a wrench at the time.
"You know, I can still beat the crap out of you whenever I like. So you'd better be nice to me, Shorty."
"DON'T CALL ME SHORTY! And you did not beat the crap out of me! You were eight! You just slapped me!"
"So? I've improved," Winry smiled.
Edward snorted at this, sitting back in his chair, "Doubt it," he muttered. Winry's face went red and she slammed her screwdriver hard against his forehead.
Al heard the telltale signs of a fight from halfway across the house. With a sigh he rose and made his way into the living room, where his brother and Winry were in the midsts of what appeared to be a miniature war.
"Guys," he called. They didn't hear him and kept on yelling, so he spoke up louder, "Guys!"
Finally catching sight of him, they both froze. Looking at them with amusement Al asked, "So what's the problem?"
"Nothing," both teenagers chimed at the same time. They looked at eachother in annoyance but otherwise kept silent.
Looking from his brother to the blonde mechanic, Al felt confusion rise up within him. The two were normally eager to get Al in on their fights, hoping to sway him as an ally. They didn't usually just drop an arguement whenever he walked into the room. What had brought about this strange change in behavior? And was that... Yes! Looking closely, he could see that Winry had turned a delicate shade of red. Even stranger, Ed was also blushing deeply. Talk about weird.
"Okkkaaayyy," he said slowly, knowing that something was most definently going on, "I guess I'll just go now."
The two blondes watched as the suit of armor ducked gracelessly out of the room, still staring at them both in puzzlement. After he was gone, Winry turned to finishg up Ed's arm. The small alchemist let her, and both said nothing more until the work was over.
Neither knew exactly why they were so reluctant to tell Al about that night on the hill. Perhaps it was the fact that Al would be jealous? Yes, that had to be it. The younger boy would be jealous of this little bit of history that only Ed and Winry shared.
That had to be why they wouldn't speak of it. There couldn't be anything else to it, right? That's what each of the blondes were thinking as Winry finished her tune-up of the auto-mail, and they both went off their seperate ways. Neither would ever again mention the kiss, or admit to the fact that everytime they thought about it afterwards they turned a delicious shade of pink.