Pairings: Hinted EdxWinry.
Dedication: OTP. I need to thank everyone who reviewed my RoyxRiza, and you were next on my list. Thankyou very much for reviewing my first Fullmetal Alchemist fanfiction.
Knight
Winry did not know what to be more offended at. The fact that some random person had pratically called her a very rude word with no reason for doing so, or the fact that she did not figure this out until he had walked away muttering under his breath saying the very word he had been insinuating that she was and Alphonse looked very embaressed about it before asking the man to apologise as polietly as he could manage. She could feel her blood pressure rising at the very thought. He did not even know her, but he had called her something awful. How dare he! She slammed her fist on the metal mess hall table, unalarmed by indent that was left in the wake of the force she used to do so.
Cavalier, what a word.
She would have not been offended if he was not calling her a cavalier King Charles spaniel. A dog. In specific, a female dog. She grabbed the spanner on the desk in front of her, twirling it around in her hands and smacking it into her palms at the odd moment in frustration. If he were there right now, this would not just be aimed at him like it was aimed at Edward in order to keep the lovable idiot in line. It would be shoved up his-she tried to keep her calm-she had promised Pinako she would try to remain civilised unlike her male companions-before she had left. Even if it was only a thread or a smudge of being a female, Winry was a lady. Ladies did not use such vulgar language.
She heard footsteps approaching, and looked up to see Edward entering with a chess board. A chess board, of all things. Her brow furrowed. What was he doing? Intending to take up carrying it around as a new hobby? He seemed to sense her fowl mood, as he looked up wearily to smile at her with a hint of faked fright in his eyes. She growled.
"What do you want, Edward?" She checked his automail with her eyes, scanning for any form of defect in it. It looked fine to the naked eye. A few scratches, but nothing that could have seriously damaged it. He detected her dark tone, then barely managed to dodge the spanner as it hit the wall behind him and fell to the cold stone floor with a large thud.
"What was that for? I was going to try and cheer you up!" A suprised yelp came as he placed the chess board on the table in front of her with a now slightly angry and forced grin. She sighed. Might as well just let him get on with it before she aimed another one. In a much different, very much more painful place to give him the clear message to leave her alone. She did not want to be cheered up. Not now.
"See this piece, Winry? You are alike to it." He asked, lifting up a piece shaped like a horse. She growled, and he jumped out of his seat to avoid the second spanner. Well, at least that was the tools she carried around gone.
"Are you saying I am a horse?" She thundered. He shook his head in a no.
"I am saying you are the cavalier, just like Alphonse is." He told her as her face went a bright red in anger. That was not a good sign.
"I am not a female dog!" She yelled, smashing her hands into the table once more.
"Strong, otherwise known as armoured cavalry. A cavalier." He told her before retreating from the room, leaving a steaming Winry to wait for her lunch hour to pass so she would be slightly calmer. After all, she would figure it out soon enough. However, it was not until she asked Riza Hawkeye she knew what exactly he meant.
Cavalier was French for the Knight.
Although there is only one chapter to go. The last dedication will not necessarily be the last on this fanfiction, at least. So, reviews? All are much appriciated.