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Vergoldungaugen, Silberschimmer	By : Mayzen Category: Fullmetal Alchemist > General Views: 2125 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own anything from FMA, Characters (cept for ones I make up), places, nothin.. sadly and I absolutly do not make any $ from writing this, this is completly for fun.

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�Hey
Hughes.� �The blonde spoke softly as she
placed the flowers �lilies� on the grave. �It�s been awhile hasn�t it?� She
sighed. �I�m sure you�d be giving me hell over this.� Edward laughed at the
images in her mind. �Then you�d be fluttering pictures of Elicia in my face.
Going on and on about how sweet and adorable she is. Trying to get me in a
dress so you can take pictures of her and me together.� �Slender fingers glided against the top of the grave
marker. �Dammit Hughes � I miss you. I wish I could talk to you so I could get
some advice or at least some suggestions for my situation, I sure as hell could
use it about now.� Both hands now settled on the marker, she stood there for a
short while. �I�m going to Resembool to see Al, Winry and granny. Please look
after everyone here. Especially Mustang, that bastard; he seems to need so much
looking after.� A seemingly gentle smile graced those lips. �I�ll see you
later, Hughes.� Swinging the suitcase over her right shoulder, she was making
her way towards the train station� till something caught her eye. Looking over
at it, and contemplating for a quick second before a devious Cheshire cat like
grin crossed Ed�s lips.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Ed
looked over her shoulder; she felt like someone had been following her since
she left the graveyard. �A cat? I�ve had a bloody cat following me?� Ed stared
owlishly at the semi-small animal. The dark kitten clambered over as Ed
continued to stand. As it stretched up on its hind-legs, gilded eyes took it
in. It had odd colored eyes; the right one gold the other aqua, its fur was
sable though Ed was sure that she spotted some� spots in the sunlight. She
could see that it was skinny and meowing weakly at her. It looks old enough to catch its own food, but maybe there isn�t
anything to catch right now� Ed bit her lip; she couldn�t just leave the
poor thing. Scooping up the semi-little thing, Ed checked its belly. �A girl
huh?� Once again Ed started walking to her destination. �I guess I�ll name you
Ophelia after a character in the play �Hamlet.� I�ll admit you are pretty
cute.� Cat in her left and suitcase still over her auto-mail shoulder, it
mewled softly; happily.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

By
the time Ed got to the station, the kitten was in a sling under her coat. Ed
had made the sling on the fly, from some stuff she found close by. Okay so maybe this isn�t the earliest train
home, but early enough. �One ticket to Resembool please.� Patiently she
waited; she paid the amount due once the person in the booth said what she
owed. Palming the ticket �leaving the attendant choking on his own saliva;
apparently drooling over her� she went to get a few things; since her train
wasn�t due for awhile. I�ll need to get
some food for Ophelia; to at least hold her over till we get on the train. Edward
was oblivious to the looks she was getting, appraising and even a bit lust
filled.

Edward
went into the little shop that barely a hairs breath away from the benches she
remembered all too well. Gently patting the Ophelia in the sling, quietly
praising her for being silent or asleep it didn�t matter. She must be use to eating meat, since she�s had to catch her own food. Golden
eyes scanned through everything, pausing when it caught her eye. Sardines� bleck but I�m sure Ophelia won�t
be so picky. Taking two tins in hand, Edward browsed around for anything
else she might need.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Ed
was settled on her bench, little Ophelia pretty much scarfing down all the
little fish. The blonde smiled as she poured some water into a tiny bowl she
picked up in the store. Setting it down, she wondered why no one seemed to
notice. I guess its everyday they see a
cat, wandering around and the people feeding them. Once she was full the
cat jumped off the bench and walked around a little, though Ed didn�t let her
wander too far. Ed hoped that no one would recall her being here or at least
where she was going. Once she saw her train, Ed tucked the kitten away under
her coat. �Time to go.� Her prosthetic arm picked up the suitcase. Standing up
she waited, till she could board the train. As Ed was on the steps, she took
one last wistful look at Central knowing she�d come back� she always did, Ed
walked on board.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Ed
watched the scenery flying by, a contemplative smile on her lips. Almost reminds me of the French landscape. Growing
bored, she pulled her luggage down and took out the book she �borrowed�. The seats are still as comfortable as I
remember. She thought as she laid herself out on the cushions. Flipping the
book open, she focused on it. Ed tuned out everything and everyone out; a habit
that hadn�t ever left her. Ophelia watched her owner from the floor, wriggling
a little in judgment hopped up onto the seat. Carefully the cat made her way
onto Ed�s belly, almost immediately her left hand caressed the little ones
back. Ed didn�t look away from the words on the page,the petting continued
as Ophelia�s eyes closed, purring contently.

Many
people came and went for those days on the train. Most of them Ed took no
notice of, the only ones who she did notice �other than her cat� were the
children who came. All of them were interested in the miss-matched eyed cat. During
those times Edward put the book down, giving them her undivided attention. One
of the little girls who was at least 10, begged to braid Ed�s �pretty� hair.
Reluctantly she agreed, for the little brunette to do so. The parents of all
those kids crowding around her asked �though they had idea what to call Ed� if
they were being a bother about a half an hour after it all started; to which
she answered �no�. It actually felt nice to have her hair braided again.

They
asked -what seemed liked to Ed- a billion of questions. All she did was smile
and answer the best she could and appropriately for kids their age. Soon enough
Ed had to wonder why some men and women tried to talk to her while she was with
the kids. A few of the married women near by smiled and laughed slightly at how
unaware Edward was. Everyone around her �excluding anyone under 15� saw the
physical beauty, few saw the beauty of her soul, and the little ones saw her
sharp mind� but none of her sharp tongue. None of them knew if she was a man or
a woman. Ed still retained some hard lines of a man, but had gained the soft
ones of a woman. Her currently clothing obstructed the view of her breast. Even
Ed�s voice gave them no clues as to her gender. It was a perfect balance
between masculine and feminine, it was a bit of a higher pitch than the voice
Ed had as a man, and her accent only threw them off even more. To some it
didn�t even matter, so thus they tried to flirt; quite unsuccessfully. �

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Edward
smiled brightly at the first sight of Resembool. Smoothly the blonde placed the
snoozing cat in its sling. Standing once the train stopped moving, she took the
case down and moving it into its usual position. Making her way to the doors,
she ignored anyone trying to talk to her. Only when the kids still on the train
were saying bye did she respond by waving and grinning at them.

�Should
I see mom first?� Ed asked herself once she was off the train and on her way
down the dirt path. Mewling came from under the coat. �Alright Ophelia.�
Stopping while taking off her coat and pulling it open �and then off-, the
kitten jumped out. Over the last few days she had gotten a little bigger. Gold
and Aqua looked up at its owner waiting for her. That�s when Ed noticed the
difference between her cat and others she�d seen before. Ophelia was larger
than most kittens her age; Ed guessed the cat was around 5 to 6 months old. Large
ears and very long tuffs at the end of each ear. Huh I wonder why I hadn�t� ah to hell with it. I�ll go straight to
Winry�s, I�ll go see mom a little later. Again she started walking the
familiar dirt roads of her childhood, as she made her way to Rockbell Automail.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

A
blue eyed woman looked up from her work when she heard a knock on the door.
�Just a moment!� Winry rushed from her tinkering to get the door. �Welcome to
Rockbell Automail. What can I do for you?�

�I
need someone to look at my limbs, heard you were the best.� The lighter blonde
blinked, taking in the customer. This person was a bit taller her, too bad
Winry couldn�t tell if it was a man or a woman, and the strange drawl and the
way the W�s were articulated confused her. Golden amber eyes were surrounded by
long aureate lashes. A smirk was plastered on those nicely shaped lips. Gilded
locks framed soft cheeks and the semi masculine jaw. To Winry it was enough to
give the illusion of femininity, but at the same time it wasn�t. Wow� This person is really beautiful, kinda
reminds me of Ed. �OW! Ophelia stop trying to climb up my leg.� The shorter
blonde bit her lip in laughter as the other muttered something about �a damn
cat.�

��Please come in, I�d be happy to take a look
whi-�

�Right
arm and left leg.� �Winry�s mind was
boggled by the information, so much so she nearly tripped. Recovering quickly
the woman opened a door.

�Please
remove your clothes and I�ll be right back.� A nod was the only response as the
golden blonde went into the room with the cat following closely behind. �

Winry
quickly went to get her tools, passing her grandmother on the way. �New one?�

�Yes
a new customer grandma. Wanted me to take a look at them.� The granddaughter
answered while grabbing everything she needed. Pinako just watched as Winry
passed her by.

�Granny
I�m back.� Called a gentle sounding masculine voice.

�Welcome back, Alphonse.�

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

As
Winry walked in, she saw her customers back. It was heavily marred; she also
saw the bra and swell of breast peeking from behind the flesh arm. Now knowing
she was dealing with a female Winry continued to look. This woman is so� broad for her petite frame and apparently very
muscular too. �Sorry for the wait.�

�It isn�t a problem.� The left hand was gently petting the animal�s head.
Making her way over, Winry started her examination of the automail. She asked
the other to various things; move her arm, then her fingers, wrist, any and
every joint of the fake limbs. Winry also saw all the assortment of scars
painted on the canvas of skin, some of them a little familiar.

�It�s
in excellent shape. The design is similar to my handiwork but I know it isn�t,
and this metal alloy� it�s extremely resilient and awfully light, it also seems
to be very resistant to corrosion. Again something I haven�t seen before.� Gold
eyes looked into blue, a little mystified.

�I
see.�

�Also
I�ve noticed there a small alchemic circle on your shoulder plating near your
clavicle, it�s well hidden.�

�A
circle? Could y-� Someone knocked on the door.

�Winry may I come in?�

Gold
amber widen in joy in hearing that voice. A sheet was thrown at the not so
decent female. Once she was wrapped up in it, Winry called him in. �Granny said
that s-� Dark amber eyes widen in recognition. The much taller blonde stumbled
over, and fell to his knees. �B-big brother?� A huge smile was given.

�I
knew you�d recognize me Al. Although� I�m not exactly.� Ed sighed. �You should
call me sister.� She told him grudgingly. Ed was then promptly hit with a
wretch.�

�Dammit
why didn�t you tell me?� All Ed could do was grin while rubbing her aching
skull. Blue eyes narrowed as if calling Ed a little bastard.

�Good thing Al�s here. Take a look at this.�

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

By
the time Ed finally had her clothes on, she had been yelled at, hit� again,
hugged, and Winry wanted to take her automail off to examine it further. Which
Ed�s answer was a resounding �no.� Ed didn�t know who made it, and certainly
didn�t want Winry to screw around with it since it was in perfect working
order. Al had touched the circle, during the yelling match between the blonde
females, and Ed gasped. She could feel her brother�s hand on her metal forearm.

The younger sibling noticed and once more touched it, and again Ed couldn�t
feel the warmth anymore. Winry then finally mentioned that she saw another one
between Ed�s artificial hallux and index toe. Ed was finally allowed to put her
clothes back on, after Winry and Al left. She touched the circles again; Ed
felt who ever designed these circles had to be someone who had more alchemical
knowledge than herself. Ed wriggled a little; the nerves weren�t use to the
sensations. She was repeatedly tugging on her right sleeve and rubbing the left
trouser leg. After seeing Pinako, they all sat down while Ed told them what had
been going on the past grip of years. At the same time they were talking,
gentle metal digits scratched between Ophelia�s ears, and Al�s eyes were
focused on the cat but he was listening to his� sister.

When
Ed finished her tale, Ophelia was pleasantly nestled in Alphonse�s lap purring
away. �What�s your cat�s name Ed?�

�Ophelia. On a separate note, they think I�m dead don�t they?� Al�s jaw dropped
somewhat, but slowly nodded.

�I always knew you were alive some where, so did the General and the rest of
the office, but how�?�

�I spotted the ruddy grave marker. It was near Hughes�.� Then a particularly
conniving grin appeared.

�Ed
what did you do?!�

�You�ll see.� Ed said all too sweetly. Al groaned, while the elder Elric
laughed.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Ed
put the baggage onto the bed and opened it. She set the book on the nightstand,
after taking it out. An oversized �on her� button up shirt was now in her
hands. �Why the hell, did I take the bastard�s shirt?� A tiny voice answered
�because it smells like him.� She shook her head wildly. NO! Her hands were clutching at the cotton cloth. �I should toss
this damn thing.� Though Ed made no move to do so.

�

Yes
sorry no foreign speech this chapter, no reason for it. I still hope you�ve
enjoyed this chapter too. But if you have any questions or suggestion or just
anything in general about this chapter just e-mail or review either works.
Please R&R *still has the skewer in hand, for the possible flames.*
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