Title: The Mentally Unstable And The Gear Geek
Disclaimer: Don't own.
A/N: Aren't you people lucky! Two chapters in one week! That's what spring break'll do to you. This is an extremely dramatic, violence filled chapter, one of my best I believe. Have fun!
Wish: Reviews! Come on, almost to 100! If you people are smart, then the last four paragraphs should get you to review, but don't kill the author please!
I swear, I'm trying really hard not to laugh like an evil villian right now. It's not really working though.
Winry slept fitfully in the bed lent to her in Fifth Division. What had transpired earlier still bothered her.
She looked around and took in those in the room that she knew. "Hello again Miss Riza. Hello Mr. Havoc… Hello, Co… Colonel Mustang."
The black-haired man looked down, then left the room silently.
She had thought they had settled it, but it still hurt and she hadn't even noticed. They would have to eventually settle it for good.
Not too far away, a dark shadow crept along the hallways in Fourth Division. Her goal was clear, her tactics simple. In her hands a single syringe rested, filled with a pale yellow liquid. Slowly she advanced on Room 15.
Winry sat bolt upright in bed. She hadn't had that particular nightmare for a long time. She had thought that she had left it in the dust. She knew it wasn't real, never could be, that the real events were very different, but it still left her panting. Sighing, and knowing that she wouldn't fall asleep again for a while, she threw on a light blue kimono that Miss Riza had lent her and wandered outside.
She wandered the roads of Sereitei, and unconsciously found herself in front of Fourth Division. Taking a deep breath, she walked inside.
The dark shadow entered Room 15. She approached the bed in the corner, and gently lifted the oxygen mask from Edward Elric's face. Taking the syringe, she plunged it into his remaining arm and emptied it of the pale yellow liquid. She allowed her face only a grim smile as she removed the syringe and threw it to the floor. It shattered with a crack!
She glanced at the machine the oxygen mask was attached to. How she hated that thing. Why not. She kicked it, then grabbed it, tipping it over. It fell to the floor with a resounding crash!
Winry was wandering the halls towards Ed's room when she heard the crash of the machine. Breaking into a run, she turned a corner and threw open door 15. The scene inside horrified her.
The oxygen machine lay on its side on the floor, next to a shattered syringe. The black haired girl from earlier had her zanpukto raised above her head ready to strike the sleeping Ed. Winry had no time to think.
"NO!"
She launched herself at Hinamori, wrapping her legs around the petite girl's waist and grabbing her lower arms, holding on for dear life… for Ed's life. She felt the tears drip from her nearly closed eyes. "Stop and think of what you're doing!"
Hinamori looked over her shoulder, fury etched in her face. "He is in Aizen-taichou's way!"
Winry shook her head. "Stop and think! Aizen leaving may have hurt you, but your actions hurt other people too! If you killed Ed, how do you think everybody else would feel? How do you think I would feel?"
A look of shock replaced the anger. "I… I didn't think."
"That's right you didn't!"
Hinamori tried to lower her zanpukto. "Um… do you mind letting go now? I promise I won't try to stab him."
Winry shook her head again, this time more urgently. "How can I trust you? You've attacked me, you've attacked Ed!"
Hinamori twisted violently, throwing Winry off of her and into the bed. She rolled over the top, taking sheets with her to the other side… and a body. Hinamori advanced menacingly. "Of course I've attacked him! He is in the way, blocking Aizen-taichou's return! Aizen-taichou would be here right now if that little pipsqueak upstart weren't in the way!"
Ed frowned and muttered something unintelligible in his sleep. Winry slung him over her shoulder, trying not to jar his wounds too much, and backed up slowly from the madwoman with the sword. Hinamori advanced, chopping through the metal frame bed like so many toothpicks. Winry bumped into the wall, and could only wait as Hinamori came closer. Waiting until the last second, she ducked under the swing and dodged to the side. Running around Hinamori, Winry grabbed a metal bar from the remains of the bed and held it up in challenge. Realizing that she didn't pose much of a threat with Ed slung over her back, she deposited him gently in a corner and turned back to Hinamori. "Please let this go," she pleaded.
"No! This is for Aizen-taichou!" Hinamori ran up, zanpukto held high. Winry raised the metal bar, belatedly remembering how the girl had cut through it earlier. Oh shit…
I believe that is where I come in.
Huh?
A bright light came from the metal bars, bright enough that both Winry and Hinamori had to shut their eyes tight. When the light faded Winry opened a single eye, peeking out. Then she grinned, opening the other one.
In place of the metal bar, rested a zanpukto of her own. She stood a fighting chance now.
Hinamori recovered from the shock quickly. "So be it! A proper fight then! En garde!"
Their zanpuktos clashed, Winry obviously lacking skill. Within the first few seconds she already had minor wounds on her arms. She was soon panting and struggling to hold up her zanpukto. Then she did the worst thing she could do. She tripped on a rolling bit of bed.
Flat on her back, she looked up as Hinamori pointed her sword at the center of her chest. "Goodbye, little vixen."
Winry swung up her zanpukto, but she was too slow. Thinking of one last thing to do as her blood poured from her, she shoved, and Hinamori's blood splattered her face. "I'm not going alone."
Unohana rushed as fast as she could to Room 15. She should have anticipated this, after that stunt Hinamori pulled earlier… but she didn't, and now they probably had a problem on their hands. A big one. She threw open the door to Room 15 and took in the view of the wrecked room. Yup, definitely a big problem. "Isane, Hanatarou, take care of Hinamori and Rockbell. Where is Elric-taichou?" Unohana advanced into the room, looking around. She noticed something crunch under her feet. A broken syringe with a few drops of yellow liquid still in it. She moved two fingers to the ground then raised them to her nose, smelling. If she was one to swear she would. "Where is Elric-taichou! Find him, he's probably been poisoned!"
Iemura shouted from a corner near where Hinamori and Winry lay. "He's here!"
Unohana rushed over. "Any change?"
Iemura focused on the diagnostic kidou. "A few more bruises, and… my god. How could Hinamori have gotten her hands on Death Lotus?"
Unohana swiped Edward up. "As I feared. I'm taking him to room 14. Take Isane's spot. Isane, come with me."
Aizen grinned as his newest arrancar, Arrancar 31, entered his throne room. And for good reason.
The arrancar's black-shoed feet glided nearly silently across the floor, the only noise the swishing of the billowing white pant legs. There were three loose black belts around his waist, forming an 'x' and a stripe above it. Then there was a white jacket, with a ragged edge that extended just below the belts. The jacket flared slightly at the shoulders, long-sleeved. A black ribbon crisscrossed the left hand, probably continuing up the arm, while on the right was a plain black glove. A pike of some sort was held in his hand, the end being a wicked looking serrated blade with a three-headed dragon design on it. The arrancar's long blond hair was loose, and there was an off-center black X on his face, ending in a small burn scar on his left cheek. A small round of bone sat upon his hair on the right side of his head, an evil-looking eye socket in the middle above the jagged edge below resembling teeth. To top it off in a ridiculous fashion, a single, almost Dr. Suess-like horn jutted from above.
"I am ready for my first assignment, Aizen-sama."
Aizen looked into the boy arrancar's emotionless gold eyes, smirking softly to himself. "I have it here, Darpaka."