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3—Alphonse Elric
Her friend had finally convinced her to get the Fullmetal Alchemist manga (though she merely borrowed them from the library), and Anita had read. Within an hour, she had finished the first and developed a friendship with Alphonse.
It wasn't long before Anita had kissed him. She was always very forward. He had been shocked, yes, not believing that someone could love armor, but Anita shook her head when he asked.
"No," she told him. "No, that doesn't matter."
He would have smiled as she kissed the cold metal if he could.
She proposed not long after, but there were weeks before the wedding. First she had school, then she fell asleep, and then…the summer camp. Camp Towanda. Where everyone, it seemed, came from their mansion to spend a little bit of time torturing the other rich brats. Alphonse hated them for it. Because she didn't deserve it, not in the least.
When she was kicked out of the camp, she cried. She thought she had failed. He felt his heart twist. He put a hand that she could not feel on her shoulder, but it went through as easily as if she were mist. Alphonse made a sound like a sigh, and simply watched.
The day she and her family all drove home, the marriage began.
It all passed in a blur, but he remembered bits. Getting a suit on over the armor was hard, but it was worth it. He chuckled, remembering the girl Aisha and her avid statements that he was 'hers.' It had scared Anita half to death, so she had finally given in.
Alphonse didn't mind, he thought. Once he had gotten back to his human form, Anita had slowly adapted, getting used to projecting his human form—not the wasted body just back from the portal, but as Alphonse was when he finished recovering, with his hair and nails neatly trimmed.
Smiling, he looked down at her, head on his chest. Even now, she insisted on sleeping as they had when he was armor, on the foot of the bed just before it ended, staying to his right.
He fell asleep, waking when she kissed him. Morning light streamed through the window, becoming a gentle beam due to the blinds.
"You're still here…?" He mumbled sleepily.
"Of course. One month guaranteed after a wedding for the bride and groom," Anita responded, kissing him lightly on the cheek "and it's the day after—July 12th. You know that."
It was perfect. Her, for an extra day in this three-day, ever-running cycle. That was enough for Alphonse as she curled in his arms. They laughed together—about how hard it was for her to distinguish between Al and Alphonse (she called both Al), about books, about her friends.
Anita had even met a girl earlier that year named Nevena, who had taught her to be able to not project the other world (which they named Fastreena) onto this one, but instead to go there in mind and spirit, inhabiting the bodies they had there. So at night, the two went there alone merely for the sake of talking. Anita still couldn't feel anything, but she was closer, and she saw detail if not sharply.
He loved her, but her time kept dividing among more and more people.
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