Adult-FanFiction.org : Gundam, Beyblade, DBZ, FMA

Descent	By : ZaKai Category: Fullmetal Alchemist > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 14665 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Full Metal Alchemist, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 29
- 30
- 31
Review Replies

Amethyst-eyed Koneko:�
You�re totally added!� ^_^
*chuckles* You know, my beta feels the same way.� I think he wants to beat me for not telling
about how Ed got Al�s body back.� Don�t
worry, we�re actually getting kind of close to when Ed tells�relatively close.
^ ^�� *nods* I
agree, it is kind of sad that Ed can�t wear the coat anymore, isn�t it.� Raditz:� haha yeah, it was
kind of a tease, wasn�t it.� You�ll have
to tell me if your suspicions about Al are right.� ^_^� Nomme de
Plume:� *grins* Good thoughts
there.� stupefiedNarutard:�
yeah, Roy
seems to be good at failing to be a man.�
*chuckles*�
You�ll find out soon enough how Ed got Al�s body back.� I had to laugh at your comment about CinCin.� I actually
told someone I�d put their cat in the story when I was writing chapter� eh� 7
or something like that, but the cat didn�t show up until chapter 18 hehe.� Outcast Martyr:� *chuckles*�
I was actually afraid I�d pissed you off or something because of my over
opinionated reply to the last comments you left me.� I�m glad to see I didn�t.� ^_^� I�m happy to see you�re still enjoying
the story.� Moo-Moo:� *adds you on the
update list*� I�m
glad you�re enjoying the story.� ��

--

Descent

Chapter Thirty

Expression of Love

--

�You
don�t like it?�

Al looked
up at Winry�s worried face and said, �Huh?�

She
glanced down at his plate where he had been idly pushing his food around.� �Your breakfast; you�re not eating.� I just thought that maybe you didn�t like
it...�

He stared
at her face for a moment, and thought that perhaps she seemed a little sad that
he might not like what she had cooked.�
�No!� It�s not that!� he exclaimed
and stuffed a forkful of eggs in his mouth.

The truth
was that he was so nervous...� Food was
the furthest thing from his mind right now, but he didn�t want her to think
that he didn�t like her cooking.� She
really had improved a lot since he�d been there.� Not that her food had been bad before, but
she had been taking a lot of time to learn more recipes and had been cooking a
lot more than usual lately.

�Then
what is it?� she asked as he took a big bite of his toast.�

He
stopped chewing and looked at her with one of his cheeks bulging with
food.� He made a
�mmmm� noise, then held up a finger to signal he�d
need a moment to clear his mouth out.� He
chewed a couple more times and tried to swallow, but it got caught in his
throat and he had to take a drink before he could speak.�

�I was
just thinking; that�s all.� Really, the
food is very good.�� He grinned then
cleared his throat.� �The
best.��

At the
compliment, she beamed and took a bite of her own breakfast before looking at
Pinako and saying, �We�re out of flour and the butter is running low
too...��

Al
ignored the chitchat between the two women and concentrated on eating as fast as
he could.

;-;-;-;-;-;-;

�Okay!� I�m done!�

Winry
glanced at Al who was licking the milk off his upper lip and standing up.� �That was fast...� she said.

�Yeah, I,
um...I�ve got something to do.� Breakfast
was great!� he said with a big grin.

She
returned the grin with one of her own and watched him as he picked up his
dishes and took them to the sink.� Winry
loved how he did that.� It wasn�t as if
Al was a neat freak, but he liked to keep things neat and in order.�

The
blonde girl smiled a sad smile.� That was
another way Al and Ed were so different.�
Ed had never been an extremely clean person, not that he�d been a slob,
but he was the type that would leave his dishes on the table to worry about
later, if he could.� The only reason Ed
and Al had been so organized when they�d traveled was because Alphonse had kept
up on it and nagged at Ed when he�d been too lazy.

Winry let
her gaze fall to her plate and she took a slow bite of her food.� Would Ed ever contact them?� If not, then when would Al leave to go find
him?� Al had said that he had some things
to take care of before he left, but what were they?� And how quickly would they be taken care of?

He wasn�t
even gone yet and she already missed him...�
Winry sighed and dragged her fork across her plate.� She was being stupid.� Even if Al left, he would come back...� She shouldn�t worry about it...

Frowning
down at her food, Winry no longer felt hungry.�
She glanced up and saw that Pinako was watching her with a concerned
look on her face.� Instantly, Winry sat
up straight and smiled broadly.� No need
to worry her grandmother...

�I�m
finished.� I think I�m going to change
into my work clothes and get started on that order we got in yesterday!�

The old
woman raised an eyebrow at Winry�s sudden display of energy, but only
nodded.� The young mechanic picked up her
dishes, scraped the leftover food in the garbage and rinsed off her plate
before leaving the room and heading upstairs.�

She was
fine.

Really.

When he
left to find Ed, Al would come back to her if he felt anything for her at
all.� She just needed to keep her spirits
up.� The blonde teen slipped into her
room and closed the door quietly behind her before leaning back against the
door.� She let her eyes wander over her
room and she cringed involuntarily. �Tools lay scattered here and there and her bed
hadn�t been made in weeks...

Winry
sighed and sagged against the door.

She was
just as messy as Ed.

Even more
so, really...

Winry
trudged over to the �clean clothes� basket and pulled out her faded purple overalls.� She thought that maybe she should start being
cleaner.� Perhaps Alphonse saw how
horrible she was at keeping her personal space organized and maybe he
thought...� Winry shook her head, trying
to clear it.� That was just dumb.� Al was just shy.� It wasn�t as if he didn�t care for her...

At least,
she thought he cared for her...

Winry
pulled the overalls up, then sat down on her bed.� Maybe he just cared for her like a
sister...� But if that was so, then why
would he have kissed her...? �She looked
up to where the small mirror hung above her dresser before getting up and
staring into it.� Turning her head this
way and that, Winry frowned and though that perhaps she should dress up like
the other girls did when they wanted to attract someone.

At that
thought, Winry scowled.� She�d always
believed in the past that dressing up to attract a guy was just pure
foolishness.� A man should love you for
who you are and not for what you pretend to be.�
Of course, she�d never felt the need to impress someone before, but now...

Winry
grabbed her faded red bandana and tied it on top of her head.

Now, she
was just being stupid...�

Just... stupid...

Feeling
confused and more than a little depressed, Winry left her room and made her way
downstairs.� She would just bury her
problems in her work.� Yep, that�s what
she�d do.� Working on automail always
helped her feel better; helped her forget her problems, at least for a short
time.

Opening
the door to the work area, Winry let herself into the room and started toward
the work bench and stopped when her eyes fell on a sheet of paper laying on the
nut and bolt strewn table.

Eyebrows
knitting in confusion, Winry slowly walked forward, then
picked the paper up.� Before she
concentrated on the words, her brain had already recognized the handwriting as
Alphonse�s.

A bolt and a wrench, a small piece
of chalk�The beginnings of magic, right here in your
shop.� You build and create, and I do
that too.� We can change people�s lives
with the things that we do

In alchemy we say, to receive we
must give� �All is one, and one is all,� that�s how we must live

There is nothing equivalent about
the exchange I propose

I... I am lower than the dirt.� I am nothing.�
I am only rough components in a transmutation never preformed

You... You are a beautiful
angel.� You are everything.� You are the finished product, a well oiled
machine

It is impossible to exchange
nothing for everything�At least, that�s what they say, but I�ve never been
known to leave well enough alone, so I will try anyway

My life for your life�Un-equivalent
exchange.�
To build and create, take charge of our fate.

To love and to cherish, to have
and to hold�To be together always, until we are old

Let me tell you I love you�because
you�re my life

Please say that you love me�
because I want you for my wife

- Alphonse

A smile
formed on her face and tears gathered in her eyes as she read, and reread, the
note.�

He loved
her...

He wanted
to marry her...

Winry
pressed the note to her chest and looked up at the ceiling.� When she blinked, the tears that had formed
in her eyes now trickled slowly down her cheeks.� All that worrying had been for nothing!�

She
sniffled and when she looked back down, she noticed that a transmutation circle
had been drawn on the wood and a thin ring sat in the center.� Winry reached over and gingerly picked it
up.� It was smooth and gleamed dully
where the light from the window touched its surface.� It was the color of...� She peered at it more closely, then glanced over to the table where some bolts lay.� Curious, Winry picked one of the bolts up and
compared the color to the ring.

It was
the same.

The metal
was the same too.

With a
smile, Winry set the bolt down and slipped the ring onto her finger.� He had created it from the automail
bolts.� She thought she�d die from
happiness.� Winry read the paper again,
then turned quickly and rushed out of the work room.

�Al!� she
yelled, running up to his room.� Winry
threw open the door, and quickly looked around.

No one
was there.

�Al?� she
called again and ran down the stairs.

Winry
dashed out the door and ran around the house calling his name, but there was no
answer.� Where could he have gone? she wondered as
she walked into the house.�

;-;-;-;-;-;-;

Pinako
walked into the house and saw Winry sitting at a table, looking around in
frustration.

�I
thought you were going to work on that project?� she asked the girl.

Winry
sighed and asked, �Granny, have you seen Al?�

�Yes, I
have,� she said around her pipe.

�You
have?� she cried, standing quickly in her excitement.� �Where is he?�

The old
woman raised an eyebrow at this sudden exuberance and said, �I sent him into
town to pick up some things from the grocer.�

At that,
Winry froze and stared at her with a look of utter disbelief.� �You... sent him... to town...?�

Pinako
nodded.� �You said that we needed more
flour and butter, and he was pacing around like the world was about to end so I
gave him something to do.�

The teen plopped back down with a whined, �Graaaaany!�

�What,�
the old woman asked flatly.� She had a
feeling she was missing something here.

�How long
ago did you send him?� Winry asked with a small pout.

�About a
half hour ago,� she answered, then added, �He should
be back in another hour or so.�� At this,
Winry sighed and stared at the front door for a moment, before getting up.� �Where are you going?� Pinako asked.

�I�m
going to town,� Winry answered in determination.

�To find Alphonse?�� The blonde girl
nodded and Pinako shook her head.�
�Better just to wait here.� You
might miss him while you�re looking for him.��

Winry
seemed to think about this for a moment, then sighed
heavily.� �You�re right...� she murmured,
though she didn�t sound very happy about it.

;-;-;-;-;-;-;

Alphonse
sighed and glanced down at the list Pinako had given him.� He�d gotten everything that was on the list,
but he�d been in such a hurry that he worried that perhaps he�d forgotten
something.�

He wanted
to get back to the house and yet he didn�t want to go back...

What if
she said �no�?

What if
she got mad because he used some of her bolts to make her ring?

What if
she laughed at him or at what he�d written?

Not for
the first time, Al thought that maybe he should have waited.� Perhaps he could have made it better...

He
sighed.�

Well, it
was too late for that now.� He�d already
done it and now here he was... not there...

Al walked
toward the sales clerk with a heavy feeling in his chest.� He was dying to know what she�d say, but he
was also scared to death.�

What if
she said �no�...?

What if she sad �yes�?

That
thought almost terrified him even more than a �no� answer.� He couldn�t imagine himself being married;
couldn�t imagine that she would really want him.� But then, he couldn�t imagine himself without
her either.� Al dreamt about her all the time, and he was embarrassed to admit that some of his
dreams were down right...� He blushed at
the thought; blushed that he might really be able to do... with her...

�Alphonse?�

He
blinked and looked at the old woman who ran Rizembool�s
small grocery store.� He hadn�t realized
he was next...� The woman grinned and
said, �You look like you�re thinking about something pleasant.�� His blush deepened and she said, �Or someone pleasant perhaps...?�

He smiled
sheepishly and ducked his head.� �Yeah...
kinda...�

The
woman, Marie Redharring, chuckled and began adding up
his purchases.� �Couldn�t be Winry
Rockbell, could it?� she asked with a knowing look.

Alphonse
dug out the money Pinako had given him and gave Mrs. Redharring
enough to cover what he was buying.� �Maybe...�
he muttered.

�Uh
huh... You know... that girl is way too old to be single.�� She peered at him meaningfully.� �How old are you now?��

Al shook
his head.� She might as well come out and
say that he needed to get married too.�
Winry was older than him by only six months.� �Sixteen,� he said and watched her put the
items in a bag for him.�

�Sixteen huh?� Well, you know, for a man,
that�s not a bad age to find a girl to settle down with...� she glanced at him
for a moment and he nodded.� Al had no
desire to tell her that he�d already proposed since he still didn�t know what
her answer would be.�

Probably
it would be �no�...

�Well,
here you go,� the woman said, handing him the sack and his change.� �Just keep in mind what I said.�

Taking
the money from her and stuffing it in his pocket, Al nodded and lifted the bag
off the counter before making his way out of the store with a mixed feeling of
relief, nervousness, and excitement.� As
he stepped out onto the road that would lead him out of Rizembool�s
town proper, a figure, who had been leaning against the wall, stepped out in
front of him.

�Well,
what do we have here?�

�Kimblee...� Al muttered and tried to step around the man,
but the other merely stepped to the side, blocking Al�s way.

�I
thought you were a house pet that was only let out when your mistress went with
you,� the dark-haired man said with a small mocking smile.

Al tapped
his fingers against the brown paper sack, then said irritably, �She isn�t my mistress; now get out of my way.�� After what had happened with the soldiers
tearing apart the house, and Archer threatening Winry indirectly, Al had no
desire to interact with anyone from the military, least of all Kimblee.

Instead
of moving aside, Kimblee glanced at the sack and
said, �It seems your mistress has trained you well.� What other errands do you do for her?�� When Al didn�t answer, the man stepped
forward and said in a low voice, �How do you keep her satisfied?� Has she trained you well in that area too?�

The tall
teen�s eyebrows knit together in confusion.�
Trained him?�

Kimblee
smirked when he saw Al�s reaction.� �I
guess not.� Well, perhaps I�ll have to do
that for her...� the other man said, lifting his hand and gently running his
finger along Al�s cheek.�

Feeling a
little disgusted with the close proximity of Kimblee
and the contact, Al stepped back and glared.�
�I don�t know what you�re talking about, and I have a feeling I don�t
want to know either.�� He paused, simply
looking at the man, then said, �I do know if you... any of you... touch Winry, you�ll regret
it.�

At that, Kimblee laughed and said, �I think you�re talking to the
wrong person about that.�

Al began
walking past the man at a distance and said, �Just so you know...��

Kimblee
shrugged and began walking the other way.�
�We�ll meet again, Alphonse Elric, and when we do...�� Al turned around and quickly walked down the
road.� He didn�t want to think about what
had just happened.� The man was dangerous
and he didn�t want anything to do with him.�

;-;-;-;-;-;-;

Winry
scanned the road, eagerly waiting for Al to return.� It had been almost two and a half hours and
still no sign of him.

Suddenly
she saw someone in the distance and she shaded her eyes with her hand to see better.

Was it
him?

Could it
be...?

Her heart
beat with excitement as she waited.�
Whoever it was, they were too far to make out.� The figure stopped and raised a hand, waving
at her.� Her breath caught in her throat
and she grinned widely before raising her own hand, then she raced down the
steps and began running.

;-;-;-;-;-;-;

Al walked
down the road, trying to push Kimblee out of his
mind.� He felt frustrated and angry that
the military was there at all, but to send scum like Archer and Kimblee, well...

Abruptly,
he realized that he was almost home.�
He�d been so caught up with his dark thoughts that he hadn�t thought
about what was waiting for him.� He
looked up at the large, yellow house and smiled when he saw a figure standing
on the porch.�

It was
obviously Winry and he lifted his hand to wave at her.� Instantly, her hand shot up and it waved
wildly above her head, then suddenly she began running toward him.� His first instinct was to look to make sure
there wasn�t a wrench in her hand since he�d killed off some of her bolts to
make the ring, but when he saw her hands were empty he let out a sigh of
relief.

�Alphonse!�
he heard her yelling and he set down the bag and began walking toward her.� �Yes!� she yelled, and he felt an
overwhelming sense of relief.

Yes.

She�d
said �yes�!

He
started jogging toward her and he thought that he�d never seen anyone as
beautiful as she was with her long blond hair fluttering out behind her.� As she neared him, Winry yelled, �YES,
ALPHONSE, YES!� and crashed into him, wrapping her arms around his chest. �Yes,
yes, yes, yes!��

Al wrapped
his arms tightly around her and breathed her scent in.� She felt so good in his arms, so right.� Winry pulled away slightly and looked up into
his face.� Her eyes shone with excitement
and happiness.� �Yes,� she whispered.

He gazed
deeply into her eyes, those large pools of dark blue, then leaned down and
kissed her gently on the lips.�

�I�m glad...�
he whispered unsteadily, then pulled her close and buried his face in her
hair.� �I�m so glad...�

--

Yeah, I kinda thought they deserved their own chapter.� ^__^

--

Please Review!�
- 29
- 30
- 31
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Descent