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"So, Winry, how long do you think it'll take to fix?"
"Hmmm…" Winry Rockbell said thoughtfully as she observed Edward Elric's auto-mail arm. "Well, the damage doesn't look too bad… it should only take a couple of hours, tops."
Alphonse Elric sighed. "Brother, why do you have to be so reckless?"
"Yeah, Ed… tells us why," Winry added.
"Errr..." Ed mumbled, avoiding eye contact with Winry or his brother.
Winry waved a wrench in front of his face threateningly. Ed panicked.
"Well, you see, Mustang - "
"Damn it, Edward! Why is it that you always have to pick a fight with that man?" Winry screamed as she began to throw tools and spare auto-mail parts at the blonde State Alchemist in front of her.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Ed screamed as he ducked behind the couch. "I won't do it again, honest!"
The barrage of metal objects stopped. Ed slowly poked his head up from behind the couch. Winry stood there, glaring at him. "And…?" she prompted menacingly.
"Eh-heh-heh…" Ed laughed nervously as he sweat-dropped, "I won't trash my auto-mail again - I promise!"
"Good! Now get over here!" Winry said brightly as she pointed to a chair near her work-bench. Ed breathed a sigh of relief as Winry began cheerfully fixing his arm, bickering with him the entire time about proper auto-mail maintenance. Alphonse sighed and shook his head. He knew just as well as anyone that it wouldn't be the last time Edward trashed his auto-mail… A sudden knock at the door interrupted them.
"I'll get it," the elderly Pinako Rockbell said as she made her way towards the door.
"Ok, Grandma," Winry replied as she continued to work on Ed's arm.
Pinako opened the door and gasped. "Oh, my! Winry, come here, quick!"
Winry, Ed and Al rushed over at Pinako's frantic words. They stopped short at the sight that met them - two teen-aged children collapsed on the porch, ragged, weary, and covered in blood.
"Hmmm…" Winry Rockbell said thoughtfully as she observed Edward Elric's auto-mail arm. "Well, the damage doesn't look too bad… it should only take a couple of hours, tops."
Alphonse Elric sighed. "Brother, why do you have to be so reckless?"
"Yeah, Ed… tells us why," Winry added.
"Errr..." Ed mumbled, avoiding eye contact with Winry or his brother.
Winry waved a wrench in front of his face threateningly. Ed panicked.
"Well, you see, Mustang - "
"Damn it, Edward! Why is it that you always have to pick a fight with that man?" Winry screamed as she began to throw tools and spare auto-mail parts at the blonde State Alchemist in front of her.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Ed screamed as he ducked behind the couch. "I won't do it again, honest!"
The barrage of metal objects stopped. Ed slowly poked his head up from behind the couch. Winry stood there, glaring at him. "And…?" she prompted menacingly.
"Eh-heh-heh…" Ed laughed nervously as he sweat-dropped, "I won't trash my auto-mail again - I promise!"
"Good! Now get over here!" Winry said brightly as she pointed to a chair near her work-bench. Ed breathed a sigh of relief as Winry began cheerfully fixing his arm, bickering with him the entire time about proper auto-mail maintenance. Alphonse sighed and shook his head. He knew just as well as anyone that it wouldn't be the last time Edward trashed his auto-mail… A sudden knock at the door interrupted them.
"I'll get it," the elderly Pinako Rockbell said as she made her way towards the door.
"Ok, Grandma," Winry replied as she continued to work on Ed's arm.
Pinako opened the door and gasped. "Oh, my! Winry, come here, quick!"
Winry, Ed and Al rushed over at Pinako's frantic words. They stopped short at the sight that met them - two teen-aged children collapsed on the porch, ragged, weary, and covered in blood.
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All That Was Left Behind
All That Was Left Behind
By Winry Homunculus
Prologue
It was a fiery mid-afternoon in Xerxes. The sun blazed down on the desert city, stretched in every direction. Stone buildings stood brilliantly waving in the golden light. Along the sand-strewn cobblestone roads rose billows of orange dust. People passed and weaved between travelling trade venders, horse-bound riders in long light colored cloaks, Noble litters carried by eight or more slaves, merchants and the like. Not a breeze dragged the heat from the still air. Not a shadow had less than a crowd of weary workmen huddled within it.
William Thiessen quickly stepped out of the way for
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People always assumed that we would end up together; in fact all the village people of Rizenbul assumed we were. Ever since Alphonse had moved out of the house the three of us shared to start a life with Rose a couple acres down they automatically assumed the natural. A boy and a girl living together by themselves. They must be an item, right? Somehow it seemed as if people had thought our fate together was written in stone. We had grown up together, literally. Our parents and theirs had been friends for many years before our births, and to often I was sleeping at her house, or she was sleeping at my house. The three of us: her,
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