The Flower Princess and the Alchemist

by BloodPokemon101

"How can you bypass the laws of Equivalent Exchange without a Philosopher's Stone?" "I don't think my powers have anything to do with alchemy." After fighting a Hollow, Orihime mysteriously finds herself in the world of FMA. With the meeting of the Elric brothers, she is tossed into another adventure with joy, heartbreak, and romance along the way.

38. Little Adventures in Rush Valley

(A/N: Here's chapter thirty eight! Yes, finally! Ling is here! I'm going to stop my squealing. Enjoy!

BlueNovemberSage: Thanks for being the three hundredth person to follow this story!

sacke110: Thanks for the review! Thanks for understanding Orihime's dilemma! There are more things I want to say about it, but, at this point, I am just tired of repeating myself. Tired of people asking me why Orihime won't just tell Ed and Al what's going on? When the answer is so obvious. Either they never watched Bleach before, or they are throwing every concept and lore about it out the window. Wanting me to have Orihime to tell them just for convenience's sake. So, again, thanks! But I'll tell you what... Can you guess what anime inspired Lust's and Chloe's relationship or soon to be growing one?

Cookie-the-Rookie: Thanks for the review! I do my best to tie in the lore and plots of both series. I'm trying to avoid following the plot point by point as much as possible. This is why I consider this story to be a canon-divergent. We all want to see Orihime and Edward get together! They are just to cute for words. Their shyness and awkwardness around each other is just so adorable!)

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Little Adventures in Rush Valley

Orihime was humming, delightfully to herself as cheerily paced across the streets of Rush Valley. It was almost just as hot as the last time they were here, so it was a good thing she changed into a pair of black shorts, a sleeveless, yellow shirt, and a pair of black shoes to match.

Ed eyed her, grumpily. "What are you so chipper about?"

"Huh?" Orihime blinked, owlishly at him in confusion. "Aren't you excited to see Winry?"

"Why is that something to be cheery about?" he exclaimed, exasperated. He glanced over at his busted automail, a dejected sigh escaping his lips. "Winry's going to kill me."

"Winry won't exactly kill you, brother," Alphonse tried to reassure Ed, but even he sounded unsure and frightened by facing their childhood friend's wrath. "She would just throw a wrench at you."

"Thanks, Al. That's very reassuring," Edward quipped, sarcastically.

The auburn haired girl pursed her lips, ambivalently, witnessing Ed's disheartened expression. She soon directed her gaze at Atelier Garfiel automail shop. She beamed, brightly and ecstatically when she spotted Winry coming out of the shop's garage, holding a bag of tools in her arms.

She enthusiastically jogged up to meet her blonde female friend. "Winry!" she called out, waving her arm, feverishly.

The aforementioned mechanic perked up at the sound of her name being called. She smiled when she saw a bubbly Orihime, a sour Edward, and a sheepish Alphonse.

"Hey, guys!" the blonde mechanic greeted her approaching friends. "You guys are back sooner than I thought. What brings you here anyway?"

Edward immediately sported a wide, amiable grin to help ease the growing trepidation and dreadful terror he was feeling on the inside. He could only hoped that Winry was in a good enough mood today when reveals the utterly damaged state his automail is in.

"Hello, Winry!" Ed greeted in an uncharacteristically jovial fashion. "You sure are in a good mood today. Did I ever tell you how wonderful your automails are?"

Winry narrowed her eyes at him, suspiciously. The only reason Ed would start to kiss up to her and give her pretty and pleasing compliments was because he was deliberately trying to butter her up before delivering a horrific news, especially when it pertains to his automail.

With her hands on hips in irritation and displeasure, she frowned. "What did you do your automail, Ed?" she accused him in a icy crisp tone.

"What makes you think I broke it?" Ed yelled, defensively, discreetly trying to hide his right arm behind his back.

Unfortunately, Winry saw that little gesture, and her blue orbs turned into slitted daggers and a murderous aura emitted from her.

The blond alchemist gulped in fear and he started to sweat bullets.

Why does the universe hate him so much?

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"Geez! Even Paninya is holding down an honest job now, and you two still can't stay out of trouble?" Winry muttered, sharply aggravated.

She was currently in the middle of observing the damage of Edward's automail as he laid on operating bench, completely unconscious and his head bleeding, courtesy of bludgeon head wound by an irate Winry's wrench.

Both Orihime and Alphonse sat in the corner, watching the blonde mechanic work on repairing Ed's automail.

Al perked up at the new information. "Really? She has?" he asked, curiously.

Winry nodded her head, her blue eyes directed at him. "Yeah, she has. She's given up her former life as a pickpocket. Now she goes around town doing odd jobs such fixing roofs of people's houses and stuff."

"Wow," Orihime commented. "She really has changed the last time we've seen her."

The mechanic's blue orbs darted between Al and a now conscious Ed, expectantly. "What about you two? Made any progress yet?"

Edward threw his legs of the bench, sitting up right. "We still getting there little by little, I guess," he said,, nonchalantly.

"Good. I'm glad to hear it," she responded, approvingly.

As Orihime was observing Winry digging through her toolbox, her mind was drifting elsewhere. She never actually finished the ribbon she was planning to make for Nina. Plus, judging by the fact that Ed needs his arm repaired before they head off to Central, she could only guess they were either taking a train tonight or tomorrow morning depending on how long it takes for his repairs to get done.

That only gave her a few hours to finish Nina's ribbons. The good thing though, she was nearly complete, she just needed to add a few final touches to it. However, the ginger haired girl required a few extra materials and possible some new decorations that she just didn't have right now. She figured she has time now, why not stop at a clothing and fabric store? She was pretty sure the same one she went to last time would sell her the materials she needs.

Orihime grabbed her pink bag, rising up from the chair she was sitting on. "I'm going to the store, you guys," she announced, making her way towards the door.

"Oh?" Winry packed her toolbox, eventually climbing up to her feet as well. "Let me go with you, Orihime" she requested. "I need to collect some parts for Ed's arm anyway."

"Sure!" the auburn haired beamed, accepting the blonde mechanic's offer.

Winry sent her a smile in return. Her blue eyes glanced over at Ed and Al. "You boys got some time to kill until I come back with some new supplies. Don't get into any trouble," she threatened them, mainly Ed before leaving with Orihime as the latter waved goodbye to the Elric brothers.

Edward frowned, sourly, glancing around the near empty shop full of nothing but tools, scattered screws and bolts, machinery, and bits of metal for unfinished automail projects. "Time to kill, huh? Yeah, right. What are we supposed to do in a town of automail freaks?" he deadpanned.

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Winry was following Orihime as the two of pacing across the gravelly road. "Why are you going to the clothing store anyway, Orihime?" Winry asked, curiously.

Gray eyes glanced over at the blonde, thoughtfully. "Oh! I'm making a present for, Nina. I promised her that I would bring her something nice when I returned to Central," Orihime answered, happily.

The blonde mechanic was intrigued. "That's nice," she smiled. "What are planning to make her?"

"Just a couple of ribbons. I figured her hair has grown out a little these past couple of months since she's cut. She would probably want to something to help hold it together," the ginger haired replied, honestly.

Blue eyes widened in shock and awe. "I didn't know you know how to make clothing, Orihime," Winry uttered, impressed.

She eyed the rose earrings perched beautifully on her ears, which she helped pierced. "Is this the same you got those earrings?" she asked. She honestly wondered why she never did before. It must have been the overwhelming experience of delivering a baby, a pair of twins she might add, that it just slipped her mind. That and the fact that they left the very next morning. Now, she was curious as to why Orihime would want to pierce her ears anyway.

The ginger haired girl's gray orbs flashed, brightly. A beaming smile spread across her lips. "Eddie gave these earrings to me!" she exclaimed, joyously.

A sly grin broke out on the blonde mechanic's face. She was also a bit surprised and amazed that Ed not only willingly bought the auburn haired girl earrings, but actually picked a pair that wasn't some grotesque, demonic abomination. He normally only bought her jewelry when he wanted to bribe her out of trouble, mainly when he breaks his automail.

Was Ed trying to woo Orihime? His crush on the auburn haired healer was becoming more and more obvious by the minute. Although, he was such a prideful spaz, he would never outright confess his feelings for her. She sighed in exasperation.

Orihime noticed her sigh. "What's the matter, Winry?" she asked, worriedly.

Winry gave her a modest smile. "It's nothing." Then an idea struck her. She knew Edward likes Orihime. That much is obvious. But what about her feelings for him? She knew the healer loves Ichigo, however, that doesn't mean she couldn't like Edward, too, right? Or was it wrong of her to push her into Ed's arms when she's clearly only interested on a guy that's not him.

Would it be too much to, at least, ask Orihime's thoughts and opinions on Ed? It's not hurting anyone, right? It is just a harmless question born out of curiosity.

"Hey, Orihime?"

Orihime hummed, curiously gazing at the blonde mechanic, who seemed a bit nervous right now.

"Can I ask you something? And it's something personal."

The ginger haired girl was now even more curious. Something personal? What was so private that it made Winry so frisky? "What is it?"

"What do you think of Ed?" the blonde mechanic asked, inquisitively.

Orihime was momentarily stunned. Her opinion on Edward? She never really thought about it before.

She pursed her lips together, thoughtfully. What did she thought about Ed? He was a great guy for sure. He was a good friend who always made her laugh. She found his rants to be endearingly amusing. He was always looking out for her and his brother. Sure, he could sometimes neglect to take care of himself at times, but he was just stubborn like that. His stubbornness deeply reminded her of Ichigo. His stubbornness, his protectiveness, and his strong willed nature all reminded her of her beloved strawberry.

However, ever since their trip to Dublith, the auburn haired girl had began to take notice of the differences between Edward and Ichigo. Or perhaps it was long before that. There was the physical dissimilarities, of course. Although, it wasn't just their characteristics, but their personalities have a few minor yet drastic differentiations between them.

For one, their passion and drive sets them apart. While Ichigo is driven by the strong desire to protect his friends, Ed was simply just wanted to be there for his little brother, Al. He desperately wanted to undo the mistake he made four years ago when they tried to bring their mother back to life. That's motivation that drives Ed today.

Number two, although, the death of their mothers impacted them both greatly, they dealt with it in different. Ichigo agonizingly desired power in order to protect the people he holds dear. He never wanted to experience the pain loss like that ever again. Likewise, Edward was the same way. Because Al is his only family left that Ed was yearning so strongly to find his brother's body. He just wanted to make him happy.

Orihime honestly could think of number of reasons of why Edward was such a good friend. However, if there is one thing she has to pick, she would say she admires how passionate he is about alchemy. There is always this intense fire in his eyes whenever he thinks about the science. He's always so diligent and hardworking when it came to alchemy. His passion for it was truly a sight to behold.

"I like how devoted Ed is to alchemy," the auburn haired girl finally answered, truthfully, a small smiling gracing her lips.

Winry quirked an eyebrow. "Really? So, you like alchemists?"

She laughed, sheepishly in response. "Oh, no. It's not like that. I just like people who are passionate about something they love, that's all."

Honestly, that wasn't all, however, that is the trait to found most appealing about Ed. She kept this a secret from everyone else, even Ed himself, but she likes the fact that he worries and frets over her. It made her feel warm and fuzzy inside. He cares about her wellbeing. Although, she could never explain of the dangerous Hollow hunting she does, and she does truly feel awful and guilty for lying and keeping him and Al in the dark. All the same, it brought her sense of calming joy to know that there are people who cherish her, awaiting for her safe return, even in this world. She lived alone, so it felt nice and made her feel giddy to have people fuss over her.

Her gray eyes brightened at the sight of the building. "There it is!" She dashed towards it with the blonde mechanic chasing after her. "Winry, you could stay out here if you want. I'll only be inside for a few minute," she called out to her.

The blonde shook her head. "And stay out here in this heat? No way! I rather wait inside. At least they might have air conditioning."

The healer giggled. "Yeah, you're right."

They both smiled and laughed before heading inside the store.

The cashier smiled at them when she heard the bell of the shop rang true when the door opened. "Welcome," she greeted the young girls, kindly. They both nodded their heads in acknowledgement of the lady's greeting.

"Wow!" Winry said in awe in witnessing all the different styles of clothes. "I've lived in Rush Valley for a few weeks, and yet I never stepped foot inside here." Her blue orbs sparkled in wonder. "I know I said I was going to just sit back and wait. But forget that! I think I might buy an outfit or two."

Orihime giggled. "Go right ahead. I'll be over there browsing the accessories and threads," she said, pointing over to a shelf full of clothes, yearns, threads and needles, and other jewels and ornaments used for decorations. "I'll meet you at the register in about half an hour."

Winry happily bobbed her head in agreement. She strolled along with a peppy bounce in each of her steps. She knew she should be focusing on those materials for Ed's automail, but that's what that irresponsible idiot gets for breaking it.

And besides, why not treat herself? Normally, she would prefer buying a new wrench or corkscrew or some more recently made tool that would help in her automail engineering. Nevertheless, the blonde girl does tend to enjoy her clothes shopping from time to time. She is a girl, after all. She liked to keep up to date with the latest trends, not wanting to make a foul out of herself for wearing something outdated. It might be okay in Resembool with the countryside's rural life and everything, but not in bustling big city's like Central and Rush Valley.

Plus, it also felt nice to go shopping with another girl for once. Ed and Al were never interested in fashion, clothes, jewelry, make up, or any of the newest modern trends. They were great guys and good friends, but they could never live up to the perk of having a female friend from who she could freely just talk about girl stuff to. She tried to make some when she was younger, but Ed's abrasiveness always scared them off. In fact, she was the only girl in their age group who could tolerate his brash and aggressive behavior, even if for a little bit.

The blonde mechanic browse through the many clothes that hung on the rack. Checking the different assortments of attire in her size, her blue orbs scanning the various amounts of shirts and skirts. She wasn't interested in the dresses. Well, she wouldn't say she didn't find them appealing, she just doesn't have in any use for them. Better not buy something she isn't sure if she was going to wear it or not.

Finally! Something caught her eye. It was a burgundy red, plaid mini skirt. She pulled it off the rack to give it a closer inspection. It reached just below her mid thighs, and the design of it was simple and plain. It was mostly red with white linings creating a basic and modest pattern around the outfit. Overall, skirt was decently pretty and acceptable. She decided she would buy it.

Now, all she needed was something to match it with. The search made her feel uncharacteristically giddy. She didn't know she could get so excited over clothes shopping before. She did know the prospect of finding a simple attire could be so exhilarating. Not as beatifically rapturous as acquiring new gears to improve her skills and the quality of her automail, but it still had that excitable gleeful feel to it.

Winry's bright blue orbs searched through the different aisles to find something, anything that would match the red skirt. There didn't seem to be anything remarkable to go with it. The shirts and blouses she was shuffling through just did not fit her tastes.

That was until she spotted an alluring white jacket. The article of clothing piqued her interest. She held it between her fingers, noting how soft the silky smooth fabric was. There was no complex, elegant, or graceful designs or patterns to it. The bright yellow buttons stood out among the white and the color would match her hair beautifully. Plus, the bleached white of the jacket would go great with the pure white linings of the plaid skirt. The sleeves appear to reach just below her elbow with the ends cuffed a little bit and the same, single yellow button on each cuff. The collar was folded down into a smooth semi circle around the neck.

The jacket just screamed simple yet captivating to Winry. Her mind became crystal clear. She was going with this jacket! She just couldn't pass up this chance. The jacket speaks to her, it screams at her, daring her to buy it if she can. And she wasn't one to back down from a challenge...within reason, of course. Plus, the total cost for both the burgundy red, plaid skirt and colorless white jacket was about thirty nine hundred cenz. That seemed to be a reasonable price. Additionally, Edward was paying her fortune for automail repairs. So, she could think of this as an unintentional gift from him.

"Winry!" the blonde mechanic heard Orihime's voice called out to her. "Where are you? Are you done?"

"Yeah!" Winry replied back. "I'm coming!"

Holding both the jacket and skirt in one arm, Winry stalked along the aisle she was in. She twisted and turned through the many short pathways, trying to do her best to retrace her steps. When her blue eyes finally landed on Orihime, she smiled, widely. The ginger haired girl was already making her to the register.

When her flashing, gray orbs landed on her blonde friend's approaching form, she beamed, jubilantly at her, beckoning her to hurry along, being careful not drop the supplies she was carrying in her hand. She was standing behind a customer. After she completes her transaction, she would be next.

"What took you so long?" Orihime questioned when Winry eventually caught up to her. Her gray eyes widened in interest at the clothes she was holding. "You were shopping?"

"Oh?" Winry grinned, sheepishly, lifting up the attires for the auburn haired girl to see. "In all honesty, I just couldn't help myself. I stayed in Rush Valley, but never once stepped foot inside here, being too focused on improving my automail. I thought a nice change of pace even for a short while would be just fine."

Orihime resisted the urge to squeal when she expected the clothes the blonde girl was planning to buy. "This skirt is so cute!" she exclaimed, gleefully before quickly slamming her hand to her mouth when she noticed the dark haired lady in front of her giving her odd and annoyed look. A shy, embarrassed blush began to form across her cheeks.

The woman huffed, grumpily complaining about 'young teenagers today' before grabbing the bags she paid for and being on her way.

The auburn haired girl silently set the items down on the counter in front of the cashier, too self conscious now to speak. She just made a complete fool of herself with her short, joyful scream. She didn't want to make it worse if all possible. She had enough humiliation for one day.

It was just a ribbon of rhinestones and some white thread. She didn't really need to buy much. This was just to help complete the finishing touches on Nina's hair ribbons. Winry joined in and placed the skirt and jacket down.

"Will that be all, girls?" the cashier asked with a polite smile.

"Yes," Winry answered, her own cordial smile appearing on her face.

"Alright. Give me one quick second as I ring these up for you."

Both girls watched and waited in silence as the cashier scanned the items, hearing the 'beep' sound every time one of the items rang up. "That would be four thousand three hundred twenty six and sixty four cenz, please."

Orihime set her bag down, digging through it.

"You are going to pay, Orihime?" Winry asked, a slightly surprised tone in her voice. "You don't have to. I can pay for my stuff."

The ginger haired girl smiled at her. "I don't mind, Winry. It's really not much anyway."

The blonde shook her head, her own grin forming. "You are really just too kind, Orihime. And now, I owe you."

"Well, you can just pay me back later," she responded, cheekily. She pulled out a small, fuschia colored purse. She did not notice when a familiar white envelope slipped out, softly and silently hitting the counter.

Winry's curiosity piqued as she stared at the white sheet. Normally, she wasn't one to pry into other people's belongings, But when she saw the it was from Central Times Fashion Magazine, she resisted the urge to scream in excitement like an overzealous school girl.

Her blue orbs glanced at Orihime. The latter was too caught in counting her cenz to pay any attention to the envelope she dropped. She discreetly reached her hand out and quietly took the paper off the counter before the ginger haired healer noticed.

Orihime got a letter from the same people who asked her to model, for crying out! The blonde mechanic knew this was wrong, knew she shouldn't be invading other people's privacy… But she couldn't help it! This was big! Like with Ed's pocket watch, she just had to know! Okay, admittedly, she is kind of noisy, but no time to dwell on that now. She could worry about the consequences later. Curiosity may have killed the cat, however, sweet satisfaction revived it.

She wanted to see what was inside. Where asking her to model again? Or to appear in a photoshoot? Maybe even pose in a fashion show? The possibility was endless! Winry felt like a little girl opening her birthday presents earlier.

She studied the envelope, noting that it was already opened. Orihime must've already read its contents once before. She revealed a letter that was inside and two tickets. Her eagerness to know what the tickets were for were at an all time high. She could barely contain her excitement and enthusiasm. She was just too enthralled and hungry for this tempting discovery to stop now.

Her blue orbs flipped the folded letter open. Her eyes quickly scanned the content. It took about half a minute later when her eyes to bulge in a overly comical and shockingly astonished fashion. She could not believe her eyes. She could not believe what she was reading. This was just too unbelievable!

"YOU GOT INVITED TO A FASHION PARTY, ORIHIME?!" Winry's astounded booming voice rang throughout the store, almost causing the walls to vibrate. It was her turn to clamp her mouth shout as, besides Orihime's startled gaze on her, everyone in store was staring at her, wide eyed and shocked.

Uh, oh! This wasn't going to be good.

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Alphonse tagged along with his grumpily mumbling brother down the streets of Rush Valley, following a different path than the one Orihime and Winry took.

"Automail… Automail… Automail… There's nothing to do in this damn town, besides automail," Edward complained. He was holding a glass of orange juice in one hand when stopped for a bite to eat. "Don't these people have a life outside of automail?"

Al sighed in exasperation at his brother's constant bemoaning. He glanced around, taking note of the people going about their day. Like his brother said, there were some automail shops open with customers coming in and out. This was the Holy Land of Automail, after all. It's to expected that the majority of the town would consist of the aforementioned stores, engineers, and people wearing the product.

Nevertheless, he thinks Edward was over exaggerating a bit when he commented that all there is to do is automail. There were places to eat like the small diner they stopped in not too long ago. Not to mention the stores they were passing by that sold clothes and jewelry. There was even a nice florist shop. See? This town wasn't completely run by automail. Most of it was, but not all of it.

Alphonse's glowing, red eyes caught sight of something yellow sprawled out in the alleyway. His curiosity piqued a little and possibly some added boredom, he went to check it out. Upon closer inspection, he learned the object was actually a person. He did not recognize the guy. His was dark and long tied into a ponytail by a white ribbon, and his outfit was strange. It merely consisted of a yellow jacket with some white trimmings, some white, baggy pants, and weird, black shoes.

"Al!" He could his older brother calling for him. "Where did you go? Al!"

"Over here, brother!" the suit of armor called back.

"There you are, Al." Ed must've spotted him. It wasn't that hard, considering he was a giant suit of armor. "What? Did you find another stray cat or something?" He could hear the snarky quip in Ed's tone, his feet hitting against the gravel as he made his way over.

"Um, well, no…," Al replied, his voice unsure, apprehensive, and concerned with bit of a sheepish undertone. The younger Elric lifted his gauntlet up to show his older brother the passed out guy he found in the street.

Edward out the juice he was drinking in utter surprise. "What the hell? Where did you find this guy, Al?" he questioned, the shock in his voice clearly present.

"He was lying here. In the street, brother," he answered, honestly. "I think he needs help."

Ed furrowed his brows in displeasure as golden eyes piercing at the young boy. He looked to be around his age, perhaps a little older. What were they suspected to do with him?

"Hun…"

He blinked. Was the guy talking? He strained his ears to hear him more clearer.

"Hun...gry…"

His blond eyebrow twitched in annoyance. This dark haired boy passed out because he was hungry?

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"Whoa! You guys are lifesavers!" the boy shouted, gleefully, having already finished his thirty fourth bowl. This one containing a bowl of spaghetti and meatballs.

Edward and Alphonse gawked at the guy stuffing his face utterly baffled. This guy sure can eat! He eats almost as much as Orihime! His stomach must be a blackhole! Where does he put it all?

"You're treat, right?" the dark haired boy uttered in jovial tone.

Ed's initial shocked expression immediately transformed into one of aggravation and annoyance. "Who said I was paying?" he bit out, a sharp edge to his voice.

"There's no need to make a big deal out of something so small," the stranger laughed, nonchalantly waved him.

"WHO ARE YOU CALLING SMALL?!" Ed roared with unbridled fury and rage.

They were drawing a crowd. People were already gathered around to witness the bizarre spectacle of a young boy devouring plate after plate. Watching the odd individual stuffing mountains of foods down his gullet was truly an outlandish sight to behold. How could one person eat so much? He ate as if he never had a good meal in months, possibly years.

"How lucky I am to find such hospitality so far from home," the dark haired boy said, tearfully, holding a handkerchief to his face.

Alphonse perked up in interest. "Far from home? You mean you are not from here?"

"No, I come from Xing."

"Xing…," Ed muttered. "Isn't that…?"

"EAST OF THE DESERT?!" the Elric brothers exclaimed abundantly appalled and flabbergasted.

"Yep," the Xingese nodded, sagely. "And phew… Let me tell you, traveling through that desert was rough."

"Why would you travel through the desert?" Al asked, already questioning the guy's sanity.

"I wanted to visit the ruins of Xerxes."

Ed rose a half amused brow. "Xerxes ruins? I heard there was next to nothing out there."

The dark haired foreigner let out a half grin, clearly pleased by his expedition. "I wanted to see for myself. I wanted to study Xerxes's alkahestry."

"Alkahestry?" Ed questioned, his interest piqued. What was alkahestry? And what does going to Xerxes have to do with it?

"Alkahestry. I guess in this country you would call it 'alchemy'," the dark haired boy corrected. "In Xing it's called 'alkahestry. It's mainly used for medicines and healing. My people have figured out to conjure ways to use alchemy in the medical profession."

The blond alchemist looked positively intrigued by that. "Really? Alchemy here is mostly used for weaponry and other military purposes," he said, contemplatively. "It's not hard to see why. Right now we skirmishes with Creta to the west and Aruego to the south. There's also the huge country, Drachma, to the north. Fortunately, we have Fort Briggs and crossing the Briggs mountains isn't exactly an easy trip to make. Right now, we are at a standstill with them, but I wonder how long that would last?"

"But I'm still kind of interested," Al confessed. "Alchemy used in the medical field."

Ed grinned back. "I'm interested, too."

"By any chance, are the two of you alchemists?" the foreigner asked, curiously.

"Oh, yeah. I'm Edward Elric! A State Alchemist!" Ed smirked, proudly pointing at himself.

"And I'm his younger brother, Alphonse Elric," Al introduced himself, a bit more humble and modest than his older brother.

"I'm Ling Yao," the dark haired foreigner finally announced his name. "It's pleasure to meet you both." He held out for them to shake. The Elric brothers grasp his hand, firmly. A spark of respect and admission of similar fascinations was beginning to form.

"So, Ling, what could tell us about alkahestry?" Edward asked, eagerly. "We sure love to learn more."

"Nothing," Ling replied, cheerfully. "I'm sorry, but I'm not really an alkahestrist."

Ed and Al collapsed in comedic fashion. This guy wasn't an alchemist? Then what was he doing here? Why was he so interested in the science if he never studied it in the first place? It made no sense. Was this a joke? Was Ling seriously messing with them? Getting them all giddy and excited over a new form of alchemy they have never heard of before for nothing?

Ed glared at Ling in exasperation, yellow brows twitching in annoyance. "If you don't study alchemy, why come all this way to research it?" he almost yelled, trying to keep the anger and irritation in his voice at bay.

Ling chuckled, sheepishly. "Well, you see… I'm looking for something." He placed his elbow on the table with the palm of his hand leisurely held under his chin. "Since you two are alchemists, I'm sure you heard it before. The Philosopher's Stone," he finished, demeanor swiftly changing, losing his former goofy persona. He spoke to them, solemnly, his dark eyes finally open and piercing at them, deadly and menacingly.

Ed and Al were frozen in shock and dismay, not knowing what to say. They were unable to form words in fear that their voice would betray them.

What the hell did this guy want with the Philosopher's Stone? Both brothers now knew of the harsh reality of what it takes to produce even a single stone. They spent the majority of the past three years of their lives searching for the damn stone. They still remembered how eager to uncover to new information about the stone and the hungry fascination they had towards it. After all, the stone was their one hope of undoing the tragedy of what happened to them that night. They were betting their entire life and research into that one mystical object. If it took them the rest of their life to find it, then so be it. They fully prepared and wholeheartedly committed to do whatever it took to find the stone, whether it was discover an already made one or manufacture it themselves. They already accepted the fact that their entire life may involve around the Philosopher's Stone and fixing their past mistakes.

However, that was all before they found out the dark truth to the stone. Back when they were still undoubtedly naive and utterly foolish. Finding out the awful, disgusting, horrifying secret to the stone, dashed the last remains of their hopes and dreams, slapping them in the face like the force of a tsunami. They were left frozen in a dark abyss. An endless pit of hopelessness and despair swirled around them. They had momentarily given up all ambitions and desires to regain their bodies back. Until their passion was sparked once again with the prospect of finding a different method to achieving their goal. Of course, they had start over from what is essentially square zero, but knowing and being extremely aware how evil the stone is, they refused to use it, no matter what.

Unfortunately, just because the brothers conceded in their search of the Philosopher's Stone, that doesn't mean other people would. Of course, they've taken in consideration that some individuals were naive about the truth about the stone as they used to be. However, they still couldn't be sure if they would drop their obsession with the stone like they did. Plus, there was no guarantee they won't use the stone for nefarious purposes. There were some sick, twisted, and evil people out there in the world. They couldn't be sure which side of the spectrum Ling fell under, and they weren't about to find out.

At last, Edward regained his composure, harshly brushing off the guy. "The Philosopher's Stone?" he scoffed. "Never heard of it. Let's go, Al." He climbed up out of the chair and began taking a step away from the table with his younger brother not far behind.

"Are you two perhaps lying to me?" the foreigner inquired, a dangerous edge to his tone. There was a loud and demanding snap of his fingers, and, in a split second, Edward and Alphonse were surrounded by two mysterious figures dressed in a dark garb and wearing white masks. They were completely covered from head to toe. The only thing visible about them were their pale fingers, one a little more wrinkly than the other, and their hair, one completely black and the other gray.

"Now, about the Philosopher's Stone… What could you tell me about?" The confidence and arrogance in the dark haired boy's was overwhelming. He must have absolute faith in these mysterious assailants' skills.

It took every fiber of Ed's being to keep his cool and remain level headed. Normally, his temper would have gotten the best of him in situations like this. But he knew for fact that lashing out would have a horrible negative effect. He learned that from experience. On the other hand, that did not mean he wasn't losing the last ounces of his patience. This foreigner's pushy arrogance and blatant, commanding assertiveness were really starting to piss him off. Now, he deeply wished he left Ling starving in the street. This was his reward for doing a good deed? Fucking hell.

"I don't know about the stone. But even if I did, what do you plan to do with it, Ling?" Ed uttered, a dangerous quip to his tone.

Ling produced what appeared to be a sinister smirk. "I want to gain...immortality!"

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Orihime and Winry practically out of breath, managing to find themselves in a random alleyway. After finding out that Orihime was a model in a famous fashion magazine, thanks to Winry blurting it out for the whole world to hear, they were bombarded by rabid fangirls. And it got worse when they found out she was invited to an highly exclusive fashion party. Virtually everyone in the store went completely nuts knowing she had an extra ticket. They tried bribing her with gifts, accessories, or offering to buy her whatever she wanted in the store just for her spare ticket. Even the freaking cashier was not above stooping to level of the fanatical women as she tried discreetly propose that Orihime's purchases were absolutely free in exchange for the ticket.

The auburn haired girl obviously became overwhelmed by all the attention and pressure. She wanted to shrink until she disappeared into a tiny speck of dust. All the occupants in the store ganging up on her like raving animals it was too much. She knew partes like these would make anyone crazy and desperate enough to attend one in their lifetime, but that was just insane! Pure insanity! Just utter disoriented chaos and madness!

The auburn haired won't saw she couldn't somewhat sympathize with the other women. Even she dreamed what it be like to tend one of these exclusive and extravagant parties once upon a time. In her world, although, she never bought a magazine, whenever she would go shopping for new clothes and outfits, which was probably, at least, twice a year, she often times find herself looking at the newest and latest trends. So, of course, half the time she would daydream what it would be like to be featured in such gorgeous dresses and gowns. What it would be like to attend such a high class venue. It was similar to that theoretical question of someone asking a person, what would they do with a million dollars or if they won the lottery?

Now, that she was finally had a taste of what being on the other side was like for once, Orihime did not know what to think. As much as she imagined attending such an event, she, quite honestly, did not want to go. Not without her beloved Ichigo. She promised herself if she would ever participate in her first dance it would be with her favorite strawberry. That's why she decided to tell Elizabeth she was not going to the party once they got to Central. The party was tomorrow night, but she absolutely had no attention of attending it. She wondered if it would been good idea to just give her ticket away to the cashier and another random woman in the store? She wasn't going, so she didn't need them anyway.

"Orihime, you okay?" Winry asked her once she regained her breathing.

"Yes, I am, more or less," Orihime spoke, still feeling a bit winded. She could feel the rabid thumping of her heartbeats underneath the palm of her hand begin to slow down.

"That was crazy," the blonde mechanic muttered out, somewhat overwhelmed and annoyed. Her blue eyes landed on her ginger haired friend, the guilt and shame clearly reflected in them. "I'm sorry."

When Orihime gave her a quizzical look, she was forced to elaborate. "I'm so sorry, Orihime, for looking through your letter!" Winry exclaimed, apologetically. There were tears prickling against the corners of her eyelashes. The regret she was feeling was overpowering. "I shouldn't have looked through your letter without permission. It's just...when I caught a glimpse of the address of the person who sent the letter… I just couldn't help myself. I was so ecstatic when I saw it was from the modeling company. But that's no excuse for me to go reading other people's mail." She held her head down in shame. "Ed is right," she whimpered. "I need to learn how to mind my own business sometimes."

The auburn haired felt bad that her blonde friend was beating herself up about this. She didn't want to see Winry cry. It wasn't her fault. In all honesty, she had completely forgotten about the tickets until just a few moments ago. Truthfully, it wasn't a big deal for her. It's not like she was keeping the tickets a secret. She just thought there was no use of announcing it since she no attention of using them.

She pulled the blonde girl into a tender hug, softy stroking her head, trying to convey to her that she wasn't mad. "It's okay, Winry," she whispered, gently. "I forgive you."

There was a quiet sniffle. "You're not mad at me," the blonde mechanic slightly choked out.

The ginger haired just gave her a genuine half smile. "No, I'm not mad," she shook her head. "Frankly, I forgot about the tickets."

The blue eyed girl pulled away from her friend, and quickly wiped her tears away, staring at her, puzzling. "You forgot about the tickets? How?"

The healer produced a somewhat sheepishly laugh, self consciously rubbing the back of her head. "Admittedly, I wasn't planning on going, so it must-"

"What?!" the mechanic screamed, appalled, cutting her off. Her blue orbs were gapping at her, bug eyed and immensely bewildered and shockingly astonished as if she couldn't believe what her friend just announced to her. Orihime swore that if Winry's eyes were any wider, they would pop right out of her head. "What do you mean you are not going?! Why?!"

A rosy blush started to form underneath the bridge of the healer's nose. "N-no reason. I...I just don't want to," she squeaked out, shyly.

The blonde girl gave her a skeptical look, obviously not buying her friend's lack of willingness to go. By the way she was reacting, there was clearly a reason she didn't want to attend. She just was reluctant to share it. Then it clicked to her, and she let out a loud gasp of both dismay, shock, and realization. "Don't tell me, Orihime…! Are you not going because Ichigo isn't taking you?!"

"No! Th-that's not it!" Orihime practically squealed out. Her voice was vehemently full of utter disbelief that Winry would even think something like that, and extremely embarrassed and flustered at the subtle accusation of wanting to go on a date with the love of her life. However, by the reddening of the auburn haired girl's cheeks, the blonde girl knew she hit the nail on the head. The healer's face nearly matched the color of her hair.

Winry sighed, softly, shaking her head. She never knew what it was like to be in love. Love was a powerful emotion that was supposed to bring a person joy and happiness just being with the object of their affection. It's a feeling someone gets when they meet that one special person, a person that makes one feel blissfully whole inside. They would do anything to keep that person happy because seeing him or her happy makes them happy.

Still, the blonde girl strongly believed Orihime shouldn't just waste the tickets just because of some guy that wasn't here. She shouldn't waste her away her life waiting for someone because she would miss opportunities like this. Granted, she never knew what it was like to experience love or be romantically interested in a boy. But still… This was a once in a lifetime opportunity! She had to go!

"Orihime, you have to go!" Winry urged her. "You can't miss this opportunity!"

Orihime just smiled with forlorn hope. "It's okay, Winry. Really, I only modeled because Elizabeth asked me to. I never wanted to take it any further than that."

"But she isn't asking you to model!" the blonde girl argued. "She just requesting that you attend a dance. Just think of it as a 'thank you' gift from her for helping out."

The ginger haired almost giggled, shaking her head, helplessly at the mechanic's stubbornness. It was obvious she wasn't going to let the subject go. "Even if I did go, who would I take with me?" she asked, puzzled. She won't lie and say she hasn't thought about going, but all she could think about was attending the party with Ichigo right by her side. To her, no one else could fill Ichigo's shoes. She wanted her first dance to be with him. "I would feel so nervous, self conscious, and awkward just going to something like this by myself." Her gray orbs eyed her blonde friend, questionably. "Unless, you want to go with me, Winry?" Attending it with another girl wouldn't be a problem, right? They would be going together, but they won't be dancing together, so she wouldn't be breaking the promise she made to herself. Ichigo was still be the person would experience her first dance with.

Winry could feel every nerve in her body explode. Her heart almost burst out of her chest. She could hardly hold back an exultant scream of exuberant delight. Participating at a party of this magnitude, why the hell wouldn't she go?! This was probably the only chance she would ever have to being invited to something like this! She had to be a complete idiot, an absolute moron, an utter buffoon not to accept Orihime's invitation. She wanted to accept, but, at last second second, a somewhat devious thought entered her mind.

Why couldn't Orihime go with Edward instead?

She inwardly cursed herself for not suggesting that the ginger haired girl take Ed with her to the dance a moment sooner. She was well aware that going to this dance was a once in a lifetime opportunity for her, but setting Orihime up on a date with Ed would probably be something that would happen once in a blue moon. And if she had to give up her ticket to play matchmaker, then so be it. She was more than happy to. This could be the only chance to kickstart the sparks flying between.

Winry could almost laugh at herself at her own contradiction. Didn't she say to Orihime when they first met not to give up on her love for Ichigo? That there was still a chance for them to get together. Now, look at her! Trying to set Orihime on a date Edward.

This Orihime, Edward, and Ichigo love triangle was making her feel all sorts of conflicted emotions. After figuring out Ed's crush on her, she desperately wants to subtly push them together because heaven's knows Ed is a total spaz and a completely weirdo when it comes to expressing his feelings. Plus, he was her childhood friend. Even though he constantly gets on her nerves and breaks her automail at every opportunity, she wants him to be happy.

However, the blonde mechanic couldn't just tell Orihime to get together with Edward. It would contradict everything she said about not giving up on Ichigo. About how she encouraged her to confess to the guy, and not to let that 'Rukia' girl or whatever her name is beat her to the punch. Not to mention, this was a guy she's admired and been in love with for a very long time. If she would take back all of that now, after all the support and cheering she gave her, it would be same as telling her auburn haired friend to give up on Ichigo, taking back everything she said. It would turn her into a horrible friend. She didn't want that.

She guessed it was easier to pick Ed over Ichigo because she did not know the guy. All she knew about him were from Orihime's tales. That he was hotheaded, foul mouthed, and impatient, yet courageous, had a hidden heart of gold, and was apparently very strong.

That's why, after debating about this, Winry decided to just let Orihime choose. She would try to push her and Ed together, but if there is no spark or connection, then it's probably just wasn't meant to be. After all, a person can't force love. It's just something that happens. Ultimately, she would let Orihime choose whether she wants to be with Ed or Ichigo. That way she wouldn't feel too bad pushing them together, despite contradicting herself.

"Why not go with Ed?" Winry suggested.

"Eh?" Orihime blinked, genuinely confused before her blonde friend's recommendation completely registered in her brain, and she vehemently shook her head, denying the suggestion. "I can't go with Eddie."

"Why not?" the mechanic frowned, hands on her hips.

The healer could feel her face heating up because of the thought of entering such a place with Ed. She shyly twirled with the ends of her hair. "Because… It would be like we are on a d-d-d-"

"A date," she finished for her, resisting the urge to roll her eyes. She wanted her acting to be as believable as possible. She didn't want Orihime to know she was setting her up on a date with Ed. She had to be discreet about it. "Don't think of it as a date. Just think of it as going as friends." She put as much emphasizes on the word 'friend' as she could, even though her mind was thinking the exact opposite.

"All part of the plan," she chanted to herself. "All part of the plan."

"It's like you two would be dancing together or anything," she continued. "All you have to just show up, and then you both could go on and do your own thing until the dance is over. So, it's not a date, if you think of it like that, Orihime."

The auburn haired healer hummed, thoughtfully. "I guess you have a point, Winry." With that logic, Orihime could still, technically, save herself for Ichigo. She smiled, brightly at that. "Okay, I will take Ed with me!"

The mechanic resisted the urge to pump her fist in triumphant and scream 'yes'. Her blue orbs caught a quick glance at the setting sun. "Oh, crap!" she cursed, smacking her forward, almost startling her ginger haired friend at the sudden motion. "The sun is about to set and I still haven't bought the parts to Ed's automail! I better step on it." She turned her attention on the healer. "Orihime, do you want me to walk you to Garfiel?"

She appreciated the offer, but she had to decline. She couldn't take up any more of Winry's time. "No, I already know the general direction to the shop."

Winry nodded her head in acceptance. "That's good. See you there later."

The healer waved at her friend as began making a mad dash down the street until she completely disappeared from her view.

Orihime wanted to start working on Nina's ribbons right away herself, but there was a quick stop she wanted to make first.

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"I'm back!" Orihime announced, entering Garfiel's shop.

"Welcome back, dear," Mr. Garfiel greeted her, a feminine like tone to his voice.

"Good evening, Mr. Garfiel," she smiled. She searched around of what appeared to be the living room of the shop. "Nobody else is here yet?"

The man shook his head. "You were the first one to arrive, Orihime." He finally took notice of the box in her hands. "What do you have there?"

"Oh, this?" She held up the pick box she was carrying while balancing the shopping bag on her arm. "I bought some cake." She beamed, setting the box. She opened to reveal the assortment of the delicious desserts inside. There were lemon cakes, sponge cakes, red velvet ones, strawberry shortcakes, cheesecakes, and, of course, chocolate and vanilla ones. Can't go wrong with the classics. They were all decorated beautifully, and looked positively scrumptious. "Would you like some, Mr. Garfiel?"

"Why, I would be happy to, Orihime," he replied, happily. "I'll go make us some tea first."

She smiled. "Good idea."

As Mr. Garfiel went around the corner to prepare the tea, the auburn haired girl pushed the cake box a little to the side, so she could have room to continue working on Nina's ribbons. She pulled out the small bag, which contained the ribbons from her pink backpack. The ribbons were a hot pink color with white stripes going across it. It was such a simple design, but Orihime wanted to do something to make it stand out a little more. She wanted to give it more of a uniqueness to showcase that they were made specifically for Nina. She already knew what she was planning on doing to finish, so she hummed a melodic tune to herself as she got right to work.

The ginger haired girl didn't know how much time passed...five minutes, maybe ten, before Mr. Garfiel reappeared with two cups of tea in his hands.

"Here you go," he chimed, setting a cup down in front of her then went to take a seat at the opposite side of the table.

"Thank you, Mr. Garfiel," Orihime uttered, graciously.

"It's no problem." He eyed the sewing equipment sprawled out on the table before her. "I did not you could make clothes, dear," he spoke, intrigued, watching her her stitch a piece of red thread into the fabric.

The ginger haired girl giggled, sheepishly. "No, not really. I mean, I'm not that good at making shirts and dresses, if that's what you are thinking, Mr. Garfiel. I could only makes small or simple things like scarves or ribbons. I do know how to stitch up clothes, but I don't know how to make them from scratch," she explained, pulling the thread out the ribbon and cutting of the remainders.

"Well, I think you do a wonderful job," he praised her, taking out a piece of sponge cake from the box and setting it on his plate. "Not everyone could make any sort of clothing. It is really hectic and demanding industry. Only the best of the best are able to be accepted and make a name for themselves in such a highly esteemed and terribly grueling environment. After all, human beings need clothes to survive. It is one of the necessities to life," he finished, sagely.

"I know," she responded, gathering up the rhinestones she collected. "I never really planned for a career in fashion. It's a hobby I sometimes do off to the side when I'm bored."

A comfortable silence passed between as Orihime finished up with the last touches of her present. "There!" she announced, happily once she was down. She stared at her handiwork. She smiled, proudly to herself, staring at her finished work. Along with the ribbon being hot pink with white streaks along it, the ginger haired girl spelled out Nina's name on it, so when she ties it into her hair it would have the letters 'N' and 'I' on one side of the tail and 'N' and 'A' on the other side all in a bright red color to contrast beautifully with the pink and white. She also put a few rhinestones to make it more decorative. It was really cute, if anyone asked her. She wondered if Nina would like it.

Grinning, gleefully, one more time at her completed handicraft, the auburn haired girl stuffed all her supplies back in her bag. Now, that is was out of way, time to enjoy some sweet tasting cake as a reward for finishing up Nina's present. She set a plate down for herself, and grabbed a piece of red velvet cake.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Her gray eyes lit up with excitement. "I wonder if that's Eddie and Al or maybe Winry?" she pondered.

"I'll go get it." Mr. Garfiel climbed up out of his chair to answer the door.

The healer continued to blissfully enjoy her cake, humming in delight at the smooth texture that just melts in her mouth at every bite. She could hear hushed whispers, but she could barely make out anything that was so said due to Mr. Garfiel and the newcomer talking in such low voices.

At last, Mr. Garfiel invited the person inside. When Orihime finally caught a glimpse of the person, her smile did not fade per say, but it was less prominent and cheery. It was still there more out of politeness at seeing a new face. She was a little disappointed that Ed, Al, or Winry haven't returned.

The boy standing before appeared about her age. He had pale skin, his long, black hair was tied into a ponytail, and his eyes were perpetually closed almost making him resemble a fox or perhaps a raccoon. He wore an open yellow cheongsam jacket with no shirt underneath, showing off his bare chest. He wore white, baggy pants with a white sash tied around it to keep it in place, and black shoes to complete the look. Overall, his clothing seemed to be ones from China. She was now beginning to wonder if there was a country here that was somewhat of a counterpart to China.

"Hello?" Orihime said, politely. "Who are you?"

The boy threw a goofy grin her once he took notice of her. "It's so nice to meet such a lovely lady such as yourself," he spoke in overly cheery tone. "My name is Ling Yao! I travelled so far home." Dramatic tears began to pour from his eyes. "Traveling through the desert was ruthless," he continued, melodramatically. "I've spent months without any food or water! I collapsed multiple times!" He theatrically blew his nose into a handkerchief he produced out of nowhere.

Orihime gasped in horror at the foreigner's tragic tale. Her heart went for poor guy. It must've been a terrible trip. She's trekked through deserts before, the trip to Liore being one example, but she always made sure to have an abundance of food and water on her. Plus, traveling through the barren, sandy wasteland to get to the town took a two day train ride with an additional several hours of walking just to get to it. She could never imagine what is must've been like to spend weeks in the desert, knowing that her food supply would diminish little by little until it's all completely gone. And it would possibly take days to reach a nearby town to stock up on more supplies, especially food and water.

"That's awful!" Orihime cried out in a mixture of dismay, alarm, and worry. This guy must be starving! "We don't have any food to give you, but we do have some cake if you like."

Ling took her hand in his. "Thank you so much! You truly are an angel sent from heaven!" he declared in an overly elated and feverishly delighted voice. "You never knew there could be such a kind goddess in this country, Ms…" he trailed off, realizing he did not know the ginger haired girl's name.

"My name's Orihime. Orihime Inoue," Orihime introduced herself to the foreigner, her cheeks tinted a slight pink from the compliment. She pulled up a chair for him. "Here have a seat."

Ling happily took it. He pulled out a random cake from the box and immediately began scarfing down on it. The auburn haired was left momentarily shocked for a second before a pleased smile graced her lips. She chalked up his ravenous hunger due to not eating for days. She returned back to her own seat to resume eating her cake.

"We're back!" cried out two familiar voices.

The healer practically jumped in excitement, startling Ling, her beaming lips threatening to spit her face in half. She raced towards the front and enthusiastically pulled the brothers into a hug. "Eddie! Al! Welcome back!"

Both Edward and Alphonse blushed, awkwardly at the unexpected hug.

Al was the first to respond, tentatively patting her back. "Good to see you, Orihime."

"We've only been gone for a few hours. Did you miss us that much?" Ed smirked, coolly trying to hide the embarrassment he was feeling.

Her gray orbs took notice of his destroyed arm. She pulled away, shocked. "What happened to your arm, Eddie?" she asked in concern.

His smirk instantly disappeared and transformed into an angry frown. "It's nothing to worry about. Just this idiot we ran into that picked a fight with us," he answered, annoyed.

"Are you hurt?" The healer side of her began to leak through as she inspected the blond alchemist for injuries that may need medical attention.

In response, Ed blushed, witnessing Orihime fretting over him like a doting mother. He could already feel his anger dissipating. She had always held that special power. She exhibited this unique ability to make him feel better without even trying. Perhaps it had to do something with the warm and gentle aura that exudes from her. He could just bask in her comfortable, radiating light forever.

He would have if the person sitting in the chair did not ruin it for him!

Edward's fantasy shattered like a glass cup hitting the ground with a loud 'crash'. He stared almost blankly at the Xingese foreigner. It took him a few seconds to recognize the other occupant before his temper immediately flared. He harshly whacked Ling on the head with his broken automail arm. "What the hell is your sorry butt doing here?" he demanded, furiously.

"Uh, eating some delicious cake," Ling replied, almost matter of factly through a mouthful of the dessert.

Angrily and displeased, Ed smacked him again, causing Ling to fall out of his chair.

Orihime produced a noise of pure shock at Ed's irate and aggravated behaviour. "Eddie! What are you doing?" she scolded him, disapprovingly. She held his arm back, giving him a disappointed stare.

Ed felt his heart stop at the look Orihime sent him. It was unlike anything he had ever seen. He knew it was supposed to be no big deal. He was used to the disapproval of others. He never gave a crap. But when she gives him that look, it felt like a punch in the gut. He never felt such shame and embarrassment. It felt similar to a tidal wave crashed and capsized a boat. It was feeling he rarely if never want to experience again. Orihime giving him that look.

Her attention was on Ling. "Are you alright?" she asked, concerned, holding her hand out for him to take.

He responded by throwing his arms around her, much to Orihime's surprise and Edward's irritation. He could feel his blood boiling, his temper was flaring into dangerous levels and his lips curled up into a vicious snarl. He wanted rip Ling's arms off of her for even daring to touch her.

Alphonse promptly sensed his older brother's jealous and wrathful aura, a feeling of dread coursed within him. This was not good. He had to keep his brother from doing irresponsible and reckless, so he decided to change the topic. "So, Ling, you said you were from Xing, right? What's it like?"

Ling instantly let go of Orihime to address the younger Elric. "The country of Xing is made up of fifty different clans. With an emperor reigning on the top over all of them," he began explaining. "The emperor chooses a wife from each clan and has them bear his kids. The current emperor has twenty four sons and nineteen daughters. I stand at number twelve in that lineup."

"Forty three kids?" Edward commented, shocked, temporarily forgetting his anger. "That's incredible."

Orihime was intrigued by Ling's story. It sounded similar to the dynasty ages of China. She wasn't that familiar with Chinese history, but she vaguely knew of the fact that in olden times a king select a wife and several concubines from various families and have them bore him a child. She guessed Ling's country really was similar to China. At least, in it's feudal era days.

She was beginning to ponder if there was a country here that was essentially Japan's counterpart. She didn't know whether to feel excited or frightened by the prospect. On one hand, she was interested in seeing her homeland's identical stranger. However, on the other hand, it would be incredibly awkward experience to be aware of the culture, but not know a single person. She would practically be a stranger in a familiar land. And she hasn't exactly told Ed and Al she is not from this world yet.

"Unfortunately, the emperor has fallen greatly ill," the Xingese continued his tale. "Right now, each head of the clans are doing their best to carry favor in order to become the next emperor."

Ed frowned. "That's why you want to boost your chances by finding the secrets of immortality."

"Exactly!" Ling grinned, returning back to his goofy persona. "So… About the Philosopher's Stone… What could you tell me about it?"

The ginger haired girl rose a quizzical eyebrow. "The Philosopher's Stone?"

The blonde alchemist scoffed. "Forget it! The Philosopher's Stone isn't a tool for some political game."

"Aww! Then I would just have to stick by you until you tell me!" the Xingese prince cried, dramatically, throwing his arms around Ed.

Appalled, exasperated, and annoyed by the prince's antics, the elder Elric began furiously and repeatedly smacking across the face with his automail. The scene was done in a truly comedic fashion. "Oh, no, you don't! Get off of me, you freak!"

A flash of silver zipped across the room, cutting through Ed's blond locks and loudly embedding itself into a nearby chair. On cue, Ed and Al freaked out over the sudden kunai that came out of nowhere while Orihime stood on high alert, searching for the assailant who threw it. Her grays eyes landed on girl wearing all black. Her dark hair was done into a tight bun and there was a sinister aura exuding from her. She was glaring, menacingly at Ed.

"Do not assault Master Ling," she hissed, darkly.

"Great to see you," Ed responded, deadpanned.

"Oh, right. The girl's name is Lan Fan, and the old man's name is Fu," Ling informed them, matter of factly. "Their family have served my clan for generation."

"Um, if I may say something," Orihime interjected, catching everyone's attention. "I have to agree with Eddie!"

"Thank you!" Ed exclaimed in exhaustion.

She just ignored him, staring Ling dead in the eyes. She had to get this off her chest. After discovering the Philosopher's Stone was created with a collection of human souls, she really disliked the thought of anyone pursuing such object that caused pain, suffering, and misery to others. She never wanted to imagine to spend an eternity in an endless void of maddening torment and agonizing affliction. It truly was a fate worse than death. Maybe even worse than turning into a Hollow because, at least at that point, they may or may not retain their own sanity and identity, and, therefore, still have their own free will. Being turned into an ingredient for the stone is terrifyingly horrible. Those lost souls deserved free and happy!

"I don't believe it's a good idea to pursue," she continued, lips formed into a deep frown.

Ling did not seem mad that she was questioning his goals. He was mostly amused. "I've made it this far. I can't be worrying about the consequences. Unless there is a secret to the stone you aren't telling," he spoke, skeptically.

Orihime shook her head. "That's not it. I just don't think any motivation is a good enough to obtain the Philosopher's Stone." She did her best to explain without revealing the real reasons why the stones are dangerous. Exhibit one, it's made of countless pour human souls. And exhibit two, knowing the intense density of the spirit energy oozing out of a single stone, Hollows would be attracted to it like a moth to flame, possibly killing anyone in their way to be get their hands on it.

"The stone is just a really dangerous goal to chase after," she asserted. She knew she sounded like a broken record at this point, but she did not know what else to say without revealing the stone's secrets. "If you don't know anything about, then it's best you do not know, Ling. I don't think anyone should be using it. If you go after the stone, you would putting not only yourself in danger, but also the lives of your loved ones. It's just not worth it. It's not worth to bring suffering and unfortunate upon innocent people. I just don't want to see people getting hurt."

Everyone was caught off guard by the strong, heartfelt emotion Orihime put into her speech. There were no words that could be spoken that could describe the level of emotional intensity that was emitting from this tenderly charged silence. Until the Xingese prince managed to destroy it.

"You are truly are such a kind hearted soul to be worried over my wellbeing, my lovely goddess!" he exclaimed in a dramatic and cheery tone. "I am deeply humbled to be in your presence!" He grabbed her hand and kissed it.

Edward instantaneously flipped his shit, aggressively attacking Ling. Alphonse immediately tried to pry his brother off the prince while trying to keep Lan Fan from murdering him. All Orihime could do was watch the scene with a confused daze with a light, dusty pink adorning her cheeks.

"I'm back!"

Edward instantly froze in terror at the sound of Winry's voice.

"Did you that? There was some kind of fight on main street. So, it took a while to-" Winry paused when she caught glance of the odd, destructive scene before. Then she got sight of Ed's destroyed automail.

And all hell broke loose.

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After everything calmed down, at last, Winry began making preparations to repair Edward's automail. Ed, Orihime, Alphonse were off to the side, observing her with the former two enjoying the cake the auburn haired girl brought while Mr. Garfiel took it upon himself to stand by her side. She was his apprentice, after all, so he had make sure she was doing everything correctly, that she was properly using the skills and techniques he taught her. Meanwhile Ling and his two bodyguards were nowhere to be found. They disappeared amongst the ensuing chaos from earlier.

"So? Where are you heading to break your automail this time?" Winry grumbled, still a little pissed up, tinkering with a loose bolt.

"You'll just assume I'd break it," Ed groaned.

"Well, that's all you do, Ed," she bit back, irritability.

He just rolled his eyes, opting not to say anything unless he wanted to dig his own grave.

"We are planning to do some digging in Central," Alphonse decided to be the one to inform.

The blonde mechanic's mood took a huge one eighty turn. "You guys are going back to Central?" she exclaimed, her blue orbs sparkling with glee. "I want to come!"

The blond alchemist eyed her, somewhat skeptically. "Why do you want to come?"

She beamed, brightly. "I want to visit the Hughes family again!" She then turned a sly eye in Orihime's direction. "Plus, I have to help Orihime pick out a dress along with doing her makeup and hair tomorrow night."

The aforementioned girl immediately choked on her food. Swiftly, Al responded by handing her a cup of tea, which she promptly gulped down, trying to wash the food down her throat.

Once she regained her breathing, her face almost instantly turned as red as a tomato. "Winry!" she squawked.

Edward's own expression morphed into one of confusion. "Wait… Why does Orihime need to get dressed for tomorrow?" he frowned. "What's happening tomorrow?" He glanced at the girls, suspiciously, his lips formed into a displeased scowl. Orihime was stuttering, too embarrassed to speak, trying to hide herself from his accusatory gaze. Winry, on the other hand, seemed to be as perplexed as he was.

It took Winry a quick second to realize was clueless about the dance before her eyes narrowed and shot towards the ginger haired haired. "You haven't told him?" she mouthed in her direction.

Said girl's face turned an even brighter side and silently squeaked and mouthed back. "It's too embarrassing!"

Ed and Al stood there, confused. They could understand what the girls were saying during their silent conversation. All they knew that whatever it was it made Orihime very nervous and fidgety and Winry slightly annoyed.

Ed glared at Orihime. He quickly figured that whatever the hell was going it had to do with her. She was the one with the most suspicious behavior. "Orihime," he said in his impatient and unamused tone. "What's going on?"

Orihime tried to shrink away, the feeling of everyone's eyes on making her completely self conscious. She knew it was now or never to ask Ed out to the dance tomorrow, but she never realized how nerve wracking it was. She figured she would only ever get this type of overwhelming anxiety, if she were asking Ichigo out. Maybe asking boys out in general makes her nervous. Or it could be just Ed. Ed is just the one exception to the rule.

She decided to just forget her nerves. The best course of action was just rip it off like a band aid.

"Eddiewouldyouliketogotothedancewithme?" the auburn haired girl spat out all in one setting. She took deep breaths to control her breathing.

Edward, however, just stared at her, blankly, a confused daze in his golden eyes, trying to comprehend her rapid fire speech. "Huh?" was the best questionable he could reply.

The healer's face heated up immensely at the thought of repeating herself. But… Somehow… She was a lot less nervous asking Ed the second time. "Eddie," she started, staring deeply into his gaze. "Would you like to go the dance with me tomorrow?"

It took the blond alchemist half a minute to register Orihime's words. They replayed over and over again in his head. Until, finally, he felt his face burn, brightly, and his heart skip a beat.

Did Orihime just ask him out on a date?

This had to be a dream! It's just had to be! There was no way Orihime was asking him out. Something like this would only happen in his fantasies. In his most enchantingly desirable and delightfully rapturous of ones. There was no way it was true. He dreamed of moments like this, but he always end up scoffing at the possibility of it becoming an reality. He never actual thought that his romanticized wishful thinking would become real. He desperately wanted to ask her to repeat her question, just wanting hear her say it again. However, he was deeply afraid if he did, then this euphoric fantasy would shatter.

Unfortunately, while he resisted the urge to smack himself, no matter how much it was a dream come true with Orihime asking him out, he had to decline. His priority should be focused on finding ways in returning Al's body back to normal. He couldn't afford to get sidetracked to just chase after some stupid, blissfully happy dream for a day. Aw, dammit!

"Oh, you don't have to come if you don't want to Eddie," Orihime hastily added. She took his prolonged silence as a 'no'. "It's just that… Elizabeth inviting me to this fashion party to attend for helping out with the last month's magazine. I just thought we could go together as friends." She began laughing, sheepishly. "Truthfully, I wanted to take someone else with me, but since he's not here, I was conflicted on whether I should go or not."

Wait, what? There was someone else she wanted to take? Who could this person be? Who Orihime want to take the dance, if it wasn't him? There was only one person who's name popped into his head like a roaring tornado.

Was she planning on asking Ichigo?

Ed ultimately felt a dark twister of emotions floating within him in an unsettling mess of disarray. A feeling of anger, of unbridled rage that he never felt before coursed through him. The thought of her going out with him made his blood boil. He was infuriatingly incensed. He wanted to rip something, anything to shreds to get rid of some of this pent up frustration. But even that wouldn't be enough to quell the fury within him.

He never knew he could ever feel this way. Sure, he had gotten angry plenty of times before. In fact, he was known for not having the best temper around. But this was a whole new powerful and raw emotion. It was emotion that made him conjure up dark, twisted thoughts. Thoughts that he never took the idea of dwelling on before. A strong sense overwhelming competitiveness overcame him.

Was this jealousy? This sickening sensation of possessiveness swirling around in his gut that almost made him want to vomit. Was this how the true extent of what jealousy felt like?

"No!" he interrupted her rambling, stomping out his chair. "No! I'll take you!" His forceful declaration startled Orihime, catching her off guard.

"Eh?" She blinked, staring at him, slightly perplexed.

Realizing what he just uttered out his mouth, Ed blushed a deep crimson red. "I mean, I could take you," he repeated, unsurely, not as confident as before, awkwardly scratching the back of his head. "We are just going as friends, right? I could go with you, Orihime."

He could hear Al and Winry snickering at his poor, hilarious performance. The way he tried and failed to coolly and nonchalantly play it off must be amusing for them. He resisted the urge to throw a dark glare their way, his foot rooted to the ground, waiting in anticipation for Orihime's reply.

She beamed at him. "Okay!"

The brightness of her smile was so that his own lips couldn't help but to split into a half grin. Until the realization of what was happening hit him full force, and his heart went overload and exploded out of his chest.

He was going on a date with Orihime tomorrow!

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(A/N: Well, that's it! The end of chapter thirty eight! I hoped you enjoyed it! Wow! There are few things I want to talk about regarding this chapter. I'm going to start off with the easiest. I'm going to start off with Ling. I always find his character to be incredibly amusing and hilarious. His melodramatic sense of humor and his goofy persona was always a sight to behold. Of course, I skipped the fight scene between Ed and Al vs. Lan Fan and Fu. I felt no need to add it since it wouldn't be any different than how it was in the anime since Orihime is not there to help out. If want to watch the fight, just go watch episode fifteen of Brotherhood.

Next up is Winry. This is something I always wanted to discuss about her. I don't think Winry is a tomboy. There I said it. I think people perceiving Winry as a tomboy is just a huge misconception that just spiraled out of control. Plus, Ed's offhand remark about wishing Winry was more girly one time. But, face it, this is Ed. He always been a rude, obnoxious prick. The only tomboyish aspect of Winry's character is her obsession with automail, which is supposed to be a 'boyish' trait. But really that is really the only tomboyish trait that Winry has. Other than Winry acts very girly in nature. I think Winry is probably one of the most girlish character in the anime, if you take out the automail gimmick. She's sensitive, emotional, she likes to cook, and she even acts girlish around automail. I guess, people thought Winry was a tomboy because back then...when comparing her to Kagome from Inuyasha or the Sailor Scouts [Sailor Moon], she was considered a tomboy because she was the only main female character in an anime with some boyish traits or interests. She was one of the first characters that did not fall into the norm that girls did not have to be all...well...girly. That her interest did not just fall into boys or romance. Of course, Winry is more tomboyish when compared to Orihime, but when you compare to other Bleach characters like Rukia and Tatsuki, or even characters like Yui and Yuri [Angel Beats] or Sayaka and Kyoko [Madoka Magica], you could start to see that Winry is much more girly than any of them. Overall, this is me saying Winry is not a tomboy.

Another thing I want to add about Winry… You can clearly see how conflicted she is about the Orihime/Edward/Ichigo love triangle. On one hand, she truly wants to play matchmaker with Ed and Orihime. However, she knows that if she does, she would be taking about everything she said about encouraging and helping Orihime hook up Ichigo. Her conflicted emotions of doing what it's right or what would make Orihime happy is probably what everyone Ichigo/Orihime fan is feeling while reading this story, including myself. We want Orihime to return home and finally have the courage to confess to Ichigo, but we also don't Edward to lose. I guess the only way to solve this dilemma is to make an Edward/Orihime/Ichigo threesome. Hahaha… No. That is not happening. I know that's what some of you were thinking. This isn't a harem, okay? So, stop thinking that, and don't send me any reviews that I should make it that way. But if you want to make your own Ichigo/Orihime/Edward threesome fanfic, then, by all means, go ahead. As much as I loathe harems, I might make an exception for that. Key word, might.

Hahahaha! Ed, you are such a jealous spaz. I always wanted to showcase that no matter how much Edward is infatuated with Orihime, no matter how much he crushes on her, because of his guilt and self obligation, he would also put Al first. Getting Al's body back is his primary objective. Love and romance could wait. That is...until he found out he was second choice to Ichigo. 'Wait… What? Oh, hell no!' That's the reaction I wanted to Ed to have when the thought of Orihime taking Ichigo to the dance crossed his mind. Ed has always been jealous before, but his jealousy towards Ichigo, knowing this is the guy Orihime is in love with, is ten times worse now because there is extra sense of competitiveness mixed in now. And the way he tries to nonchalantly play it off is even more hilarious because it's like 's-sure, I'll take to the dance, and m-maybe you would start to like me, perhaps even more than Ichigo'. So funny!

One more thing I want to say. The next chapter… *squeal* I'm so damn excited about the next chapter! I've been planning this chapter since the earlier stages of this fanfic. And as it approached closer, you don't know how hard it was to keep it a secret because I wanted it to be a surprise for everyone who continued to fave, follow, and review this story. Yes, Edward is taking Orihime to a dancing party next chapter. But, in all honesty, I don't consider this a date simply because Ed and Orihime aren't in a relationship yet. And Orihime only considers them going as friends, although, Ed is amusing himself with the prospect of it being a date. If you guys want to consider it a date, go ahead. I just want to stress that it's not. But get ready for a chapter of nothing but Ed/Orihime ship tease moments! *squeal*

Anyway, leave any comments, suggestions, or questions in a review, and thanks for reading! The next chapter… Edward's and Orihime's date/not a date. See ya!)