Hola.
I have to know Spanish, I'm Mexican.
Anyway, this entire chapter is probably gonna be the most boring one out of the others. It's just the introduction to a new character. Literally, that's all it is.
But to understand the main plot of this story, I recommend you don't skip it. If you're reading this while it's being published, you're probably not going to skip it anyway. If you're reading this from the future and this story is already finished... Hi.
Also, I'd like to say that if you enjoy a story and I'm writing more than one, support it. I'm gonna be focusing more on my well liked/known stories more than my unpopular ones. So you can expect more updates on this story rather than Heavenly Host Club Elementary. More support = more updates.
"but wendy u only update like once a month" HEY! QUALITY OR QUANTITY!
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The first thing that Ed noticed when he woke up was that his head felt like crap.
The room was spinning, he felt tired and weak, and there was an annoying ass beeping sound next to him.
Just great.
He slowly opened his eyes, only to see a white room that reeked of medicine and bleach. He immediately recognized the place he was currently staying at as a hospital. He knew the feeling all too well.
"Brother, you're awake!"
Another thing he knew all too well was that voice.
"Al?"
"Yeah... You okay?"
"Well, for starters my head feels like crap. I'm dizzy, tired, and can't remember a damn thing." He had to be honest. "How did I even end up here?"
Al thought for a moment, before he responded with, "Hughes brought you here. Apparently your nose started bleeding before you passed out right in front of him."
That's right! Hughes!
Ed sat up from his bed, intending on jumping out, before immediately regretting that decision as black dots covered his vision. He placed a hand on his head before laying back down. "Is Hughes okay?"
"Yeah. He got an injury on his shoulder, but it's nothing life threatening."
Relief immediately overtook Ed. He did it.
But something was still nagging him.
"Al... Where's Winry?"
Winry looked out at the sea of people in Rushvalley. It was packed to the brim with automail.
People with automail. People making automail. People selling automail.
Automail, automail, automail. That's all this
She immediately forgot about her loneliness when she saw this place. She fit in perfectly.
As she was exploring the place, she noticed a crowd in a small area. They were cheering, yelling, as if they were watching a competition. Well, for all she knew that's what they could be doing.
As she squirmed her way into the crowd, she noticed why they were being so hectic.
There was a large, bulky man with a huge, automail arm. The elbow was resting on the table, with the hand sticking in the air, like how you would position yourself if you were gonna arm wrestle.
"METALLIC ARM WRESTLING CONTEST!"
Oh. That's what it was.
"Limited only to challengers with automail arms! Entry fee is 10000 cens. Take home the pot if you beat the champion!"
A young man with an automail arm walked forward and yelled, "Great! Lemme give it a shot!"
He sat down and placed his arm in the exact same position the other man was. Grasping onto each other hand, preparing for the "showdown."
"Heh heh," the young man started. "I just got a new arm today. Lemme test out it's limits."
"Ready, steady... GO!"
As soon as the "referee" shouted to start, the young man's arm was immediately ripped off of his torso, only leaving a fraction of the automail he once had.
"Is this really a new arm?" The bulky man was holding the arm in his hands, wearing a cocky smile on his face. "Sorry, bub. Lemme get rid of this scrap for ya."
This place really was the Automail Engineer's mecca.
"I wanna try next."
Winry immediately perked up at the sound of a female voice interrupting the crowd's cheers.
A girl walked out from the crowd. She didn't look much older than herself, being about an inch shorter. She had bangs parted to the left side of her face and went down to her cheeks. The rest of her hair was tied up in 2 long pigtails that went down to her waist. Her jet black hair was complimented by her bright, blue eyes. Not as bright as Winry's, but they still shone in the light. She was wearing a red scarf and a beige vest that covered her black tank top. She had short jean shorts, baggy socks, dark blue tennis shoes, and a thick black wristband on her left arm, which was flesh. Her other arm was automail.
The previous winner stared at the girl, confused, before cracking a smile. "Go home, girly. There's no room here for amateurs."
Now, it was the girl's turn to smile. She held out some money from her pocket, and waved it in front of their faces. "Come on, pretty please?"
The man grimaced for a moment, before grinning and taking the money. "This should be entertaining."
"I'm rich!"
Winry was walking down the road with the girl that previously won the metallic arm wrestling contest. The girl, after hearing that Winry came here all by herself, agreed to show her around.
"You know," Winry started. "I never got your name."
She held out her hand to the girl. "My name is Winry Rockbell."
The girl took her hand with a goofy smile on her face. "Nice to meet you, Winry. My name is Fate."
Fate, huh? Strange name...
"So..." Winry began, awkwardly. "How's your automail?"
Fate looked up into the sky still wearing her goofy grin. "You're an engineer, right?"
"Yes... Why do you need maintenance?"
"Nope!" Fate extended her arm to Winry. "It's not even real."
Oh.
"I see you've got some great building skills, Fate..."
In the middle of her comedic self esteem drop, Winry felt Fate grab her hand and drag her to the middle of the town.
"I'll buy you whatever you want!"
"Oh, it's okay, Fate, really. You don't have to trouble yourself!"
Fate turned around and looked Winry sternly in the eyes.
"We're friends now, whether you like it or not. And friends buy each other things. Because buying things for others make them happy."
Something about that statement make Winry freeze in her tracks. Friends? They barely know each other! Just a few minutes ago she didn't even know the girl's name, how are they suddenly friends?
"Come and pick out what you want, friend."
Snapped out of her trance, Winry felt the corners of her mouth spread across her face.
And so, for the rest of the day, the two friends spent as much as they possibly could.
"Boy, what a day!"
Winry plopped onto her bed with joy. Finally, some shut eye.
Fate had offered Winry to stay at her house since she had no where else to sleep. Well... Not really offered... More like dragged her.
Looking to her side, she saw a cup sitting on the table next to her.
Winry didn't realize until how just how thirsty she was, so taking a sip of the water she presumed Fate left for her, she allowed herself to fall into a deep sleep.
So kind...
So, so? What did you think?
Does Fate seem like a Mary Sue in this story? Well, that was actually my intention.
There will be a twist later on in the story directly involving Fate, so it just felt necessary to make her introduction seem like she's perfect so the twist is more believable.
Just wait, the 9 people who probably aren't even reading this anymore because I update so inconsistently. Just wait.