Small | By : ibshafer Category: Fullmetal Alchemist > General Views: 1935 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Story: Small
Author: ibshafer
Rating: PG-13 (a leetle swearing…)
Characters: Ed, Al, Winry
Disclaimer: I don't own these people, they own themselves and are just nice enough to let me spin them around the page now and then.
Summary: It’s the day after the Promised Day and Edward has some ‘splainin’ to do…
Warnings: profanity
Spoilers: yep, end-of-manga, end-of-Brotherhood
Feedback: Yes, please!
Small
~ibshafer
“W-w-whatya mean, ‘why didn’t you at least bring back the parts!?’ A-are you c-crazy?” Edward was cowering behind a still-weak Alphonse; not the most defensible of locations. “Didn’t you hear what I said? F-father turned into this god…monster…thing and he was going to k-kill…everyone! E-everyone in Amestris!!”
“Y-yeah, Winry,” Alphonse stuttered, gamely waving a crutch (which she easily dodged). “It wasn’t b-brother’s fault!”
By now, she’d given up on her fists and gone for something with a longer reach.
Damn!
How did she always have that thing when she needed it, even when she didn’t have pockets? (Ed resolved to watch next time to see…which article of clothing she was pulling it out from. It might be worth provoking her if it was where he thought…)
“L-L-Look, Winry,” Ed stammered, swinging his brother out of harm’s way, then yelping pathetically, mostly for effect, when she struck his metal shin with the business end of her wrench. “I would have brought it back, but the pieces…the p-pieces were too…too…”
Ed trailed off, caught her eye, saw she meant business, considered peeing his pants, decided to take it like a man, changed his mind (he didn’t go through all that to die now), scoped out a quick escape route, ducked when she swung again, prayed Alphonse’d be okay, ducked again (‘damn, she reloads fast’), sprung up over the stone wall, warbled the single word, “small” and was gone…
~*~*~*~
Winry was smiling placidly as she helped Alphonse over to the stone wall and he might have been freaked by the scary non sequitur of her smile, but Trisha Elric’s youngest wasn’t a slow one…
“You’ve been waiting a long time to do that, haven’t you?”
“Yep.”
“So you were…”
“Kidding? Totally.”
Kissing him sweetly on the forehead, she retrieved the little road-worn suitcase from the grass and gestured towards the house with her chin.
“C’mon, I’ll make you a sandwich.”
Al snuck a quick glance over his shoulder, down the hill, to the dust trail that marked his brother’s escape. “What about Edward?”
“Oh, I wouldn’t worry about him. He’ll come back when he’s hungry…”
Alphonse giggled. “So, you mean, any minute now?”
“Yep,” she said again, stowing the wrench in a spot that made Al blush. “Let’s make him two sandwiches. He’s had a rough day…”
fin
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