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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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It
had been about a few more weeks until Alphonse mentioned he needed to get back
to central. Ed groaned but nodded, she knew what her brother likely worked more
often in central than anywhere else. Al was a freelance �at least that what he
told her- Alchemist. It had been not to long ago that Al had finally told her
of Izumi Curtis� passing, which was 2 years ago. At least teacher is at peace instead of in pain.

A
gentle prod at her in the side of the stomach shook her from her thoughts of
Izumi, Central and eventually Mustang. Amber spied the sable spotted smoke.� Ed gently scratched the large cat�s chin and
quietly began to hum. Leaving for Central
tomorrow, ugh; at least I�ll be with Al. I can�t believe I forgot about that
savings I set up with a big chunk of my military pay. I guess after six years,
I needed a reminder. Ed rolled over onto her back, her right arm going over
her eyes. I wonder what�s in that storage
unit� The blonde thought with a sigh. She hoped Winry wasn�t gonna to try
putting that make-up shit in her things. A deep frown settled on her face. She
recalled when the other blonde mentioned that stuff.

�Winry what�� Ed
pointed to what the blue eyed blonde set down in front of her. �Is this?�

�Make-up.� Ed
sputtered, oh.
She remembered. Her friend never really
wore it except for special occasions; even then it was only lipstick and nail
polish. The dark haired woman had hated the stuff.

�No, Winry.�

�Ed you�re a woman now you n-�

�I said NO Winry. I don�t want or have the need to cake that shit on my face. I
look fine with out it.� A small pause.�
�Also not every woman needs any improvements.� Ed added with a smug
grin.

Ed
could still feel the abuse to her cranium for that, but it was worth it. It got
Winry off her case. Ophelia climbed up onto the blonde stomach. It purred
because of Ed�s warmth alone. The golden blonde had been coming to terms with
the fact she was now a female, ever since that first day on the train. It�s been a bit easier when I�m wearing
trousers and a loose shirt, I somewhat look like my old self. I�m sure if I was
to ever wear woman�s clothing I�d sure as hell look like one.

The
smoking jacket�s sleeves slid down Ed�s arms as she stretched. Ophelia
head-butted her chin since she stopped paying attention to her. Ed chuckled as
she started petting the cat again. Her mind started to drift off to Mustang
land again. Her mind�s eye took note of the subtle differences between the Roy
of six years ago and now. The deep gash was the first thing that Ed had
noticed. Back then the dark eyed man had short bangs that partly covered his
forehead bit and barely any of his eyebrows. Now those strands were longer; Ed
realized that Mustang had let them grow so as to cover up, the �ugly� scarring.
Mustang�s such a smug narcissistic git. In
her mind, it added oppose to subtracting from the man�s features. Growling she
turned her head over to her already packed bags. I really need to get that bastard out of my head. Most of the books
that were brought in the crate were still in the wooden box; ready to go with
her. With the exception of one book; that would assuredly get her mind off
Mustang. Frankenstein; or The Modern
Prometheus by Mary Shelley.

�Ed had only just started it the other night,
and she sees that it oddly and similarly corresponds to what she did; although
only vaguely. Victor Frankenstein brought a put together corpse to life with
supposedly electricity. Who was ever not referred to as a person; but as a
monster. �While Ed tried and failed
spectacularly to bring back her mother with alchemy and paid a heavy price. Victor
however was paying with his sanity and family -so far-, for trespassing against
god; at least Ed viewed it that way. Oddly enough the story also reminded her
of her father; Theophratus Bombastus Van Hohenheim and his sins. All of us just like Icarus and his wax
wings, flying too closely to the sun and falling fatally into the sea. Ed
thought as she continued to read.

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

Winry
stood next to the train, while the siblings boarded the train. Most of Ed�s
things were on one of the cars in the back. Since the crate was too big for the
overhead compartments. As soon as their bags were put away they opened the
windows, briefly talking to the young woman saying they�d be back as soon as
they could. Al mouthed that he loved her; Ed caught it and smiled; gently
nudging him, proud that Al found someone. Ed couldn�t complain about it either,
since Winry was a perfect match for him. The train whistle began to sound,
signaling the last call and soon to leave. The two waved at the woman as the
train left about 2 minutes later. When they couldn�t see Winry anymore, Ed
asked. �So when are you going to marry her?�

Dark
amber looked into her golden. �Soon, I hope. I�ve been thinking about moving
back even before you came home. Now I�m sure I�ll be moving back. I suppose
I�ll let you take over my rented home in Central after a bit.� The dark cat
that had been with them the whole time, laying next to her owner; started
meowing oddly. It sounded like� �Momma.� The siblings stared at each other then
back at the cat. Al started to cackle loudly. �I think Ophelia sees you as her
mom.� Ed sputtered; her brother wasn�t sure if it was humorously or
indignantly. Al settled back into his seat, slipping a deck of cards out of his
pocket. �Let�s play a game.� It took a few moments for what he said to seep
into her brain.

�Sure. I can even show you some other games I�ve learned.�

�

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

About
three weeks after Ed was away from Central the papers were smeared with the
stories �and still were- of the defacing of the �people�s alchemist� grave. They
were outraged; so was the military, none more so than Roy and his office. They
tried to get the gunk off the stone, but had no success in doing so; all of the
state alchemist who tried, were ripping out their hair in frustration. Roy
hadn�t �and didn�t want to- since he didn�t want to burn the cemetery down.
He�d ask Al once he got back from Resembool.

Soon
Roy found his thoughts went to the blonde �again; much to his chagrin- he found
in the snow. At first he thought this person
was Ed until he took off the wet
clothing and saw breasts. He quickly dressed her in one of his shirts and left
her to rest. His mind remembered the way she looked in his shirt. Especially how she looked when he came home, with his
minions in tow. �He thought she was
beautiful, sitting there in bed reading; her hair cascading over her shoulder. The
dark haired man, even now swallowed hard in remembrance. Roy�s head landed atop
his desk. I can�t believe I�m attracted
to a foreign woman, above all one that doesn�t really speak our language. Not
to mention speaking in a tongue I�ve never heard before. He groaned as his
mind recalled the way her hair curled around the curve of her buttocks. Her
humming while she cooked, while he was in the kitchen with her; Roy couldn�t
help but smile at her melodic hum. Again he hit his head against his desk. He
kept wondering �where did she run off to?� ���

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

�This
is a nice place Al.� Ed mentioned holding some bags. They had gone grocery
shopping after they got into Central earlier that morning. Since Al didn�t have
a thing, but nonperishable items. Ophelia Ed�s ever present companion was at
the blonde�s side, almost like a canine. Alphonse unlocked and opened the door
to admit his sister into the home; the crate was on the porch.

�Thanks
sis, we�ll take a look into that storage tomorrow, after we put these.� Al
pointed at the wooden box. �Away in their proper place. There is an empty room,
with nothing in it.�

�I�ll
sleep on the couch till I have a bed.� Al chortled softly but agreed; he knew
that he couldn�t change her mind. As soon as she walked in, Ed went directly
into the kitchen to put the food away; quickly so she could start making her
own sauerkraut⁽¹⁾.

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

Later
after pickling the cabbage, making and eating supper. Ed finally was able to
take a long shower. Back in Resembool she couldn�t have done that since there
were 4 �one of them quite noisy- people in the house, but now since it was only
her and Al �who was currently, reading one of her books- Ed decided she could.
She was examining the differences of her body besides the obvious. Lightly she
cupped one of her breast, causing a soft pleasured sound deep in her throat. Hastily
abandoning that part of her exam, she noticed that every part of her was
smooth; as if devoid of all body hair. Upon closer inspection though she saw
that all the hairs; �with exception of the minuscule amount of pubic hair- were
very fair, short, and soft. �At least I don�t need to shave. Gilded
eyes then noticed, that a tattoo like mark in the hollow of her hip. It was a
Celtic like Flamel; the snake was crucified on a ring of thorns and bleeding
down all the way down to her upper thigh. With delight Ed saw that the pseudo-tattoo
wouldn�t be seen by others, unless she was nude or wearing scantily low
trousers. With a sigh, she started to lather up her hair; continuing with her
shower.

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

Ed
felt warm, sated, loved and minimally sore. A hand larger than her own held her
close to a very warm body. It was like a fire place and Ed craved the heat. Ed
hadn�t felt like this �except for the sated part- since her mother passed away.
One hand moved from her waist and ran through her gold silken hair. She
murmured pleasantly, snuggling closer her nose poking gently into the hollow of
a throat. �Ed.�

The
elder Elric nearly fell off the couch �and crushing the cat-, biting off her
profanities. She was already cursing at Mustang in her head. Is that bastard gonna plague me until doomsday? Grumbling Ed got up to make
breakfast. Maybe I�ll make sweet cr�pes⁽²⁾
this morning� either that or griddlecakes⁽³⁾. Ed exhaled noisily
as she got started getting everything together; Roy Mustang still firmly on her
mind and Ophelia under foot. It wasn�t long after she started cooking her
brother woke up. As soon as Al entered the kitchen he smirked, and quipped. �You�re
almost like a house wife sis; in fact I think you�ll make a good wife too�
someday.� That earned him a belligerent rant and slight ringing of the ears
afterwards.

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

When
they entered the brother and sister had to gawk at the sheer amount of things
inside that were being held for Ed. The two wandered in further and Al saw
there were even more books, a bed, and furniture in general. �So many books�� And not just books. Ed added silently.
See all of this evoked the memory of the library, true it was filled with many
books but what also filled its shelves were magazines and unbounded papers. Her
left hand caressed the soft quilt on top of the mattress.

�She
owned a lot of things, she was quite well off, had a huge library, a nice home
in the country side.� Ed mentioned slightly dazed. �She gave me this bed.� The
darker blonde wrapped an arm around her shoulder.

�I
know I was vague when I told you about those six years Al. She wasn�t only my
employer; she was my teacher, friend and confidant.�

�Lov-� Ed didn�t even let her brother finish.

�No, we didn�t ever see each other like that. She had been married before it
didn�t turn out very well� and hadn�t been with anyone since. When we met she
hired me as a helper and companion, nothing more nothing less.� A pause. �She
was a comfort to me in a bleak world with no alchemy and filled with doppelg�ngers⁽⁴⁾; even though she
in a way was one herself.�

Alphonse blinked, as his lips quirked up. �Did I
have one?�

�Yes� his name was Alfons
Heiderich; though he had blue eyes and lighter hair than you. But he died a few
months before she came into my life.� Al gave her a minor comforting nudge.

�I
understand, sis. She needed you and you needed her.� Ed smiled gratefully at
him for knowing her so well. �Tell me sister, who was she a doppelg�nger of and what�s her name?� �Catching sight of something very familiar to
her; she answered. �That bastard Colo-��

��Ed, Mustang isn�t a Colonel anymore
he�s a Lieutenant General.� She glared.

�I don�t care if he is a Lieutenant General, he�s a bastard�
she was his double.� Al had to blink
at the way Ed pronounced Lieutenant; it sounded more like Left-tenant⁽⁵⁾. He was also a bit flabbergasted that
Ed�s dear friend was pretty much a female version of Ed�s antagonist. �Her name
was Roselle Chevalier. Now lets get a lorry⁽⁶⁾ to haul all this back
home Al.��

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

Ed
smiled at the piano that was now in the living room, against a free wall in
said room. But most of the smaller things were still packed up on the truck. On
the other side, Ed had grown a love for music. As a young teen Ed hadn�t ever
had the desire nor the inclination to listen. Also she felt like she didn�t
deserve to enjoy such things. Ed sat down on the bench; her finger tips
caressed the keys. The blonde began to play a soft and sweet tune, and started
to sing softly. She took note hat she was now a contralto instead of the tenor
of her former gender; though it was a bit deeper than most common contraltos. Languages
wasn�t the only thing the raven haired woman taught her; singing, playing the
piano, riding, and cooking were just a few of those things. Ed had learned a
lot in those 4 years; since Ed soaked up everything like a sponge and was a
genius. Ophelia as always was at her side; mewled as if happy to see her �mommy�
was happy. Ed played with one hand while diligent metal digits went between her
ears and scratched; the cat purred. �I didn�t know you could play or sing.� Ed
only grinned as she finished.

�You
never asked.� It was right then the phone decided to ring. �You better get
that, it might be a job or something.�

�Might be Lieutenant General Mustang.� Ed only devilishly and malevolently
smirked.

1.)
I�m sure most of you already know what sauerkraut is, pickled cabbage that has
fermented, it�s actually not all that bad if made and cooked right. So well
known because of the Germans in WWII since the slang for them was and I think
still is �kraut�. I�m having Ed make it herself.

2.)
Again most of you most likely know what a cr�pe is, but I�ll explain it anyway.
It�s a very thin pancake that can be filled with a variety of things. There are
two kinds one is the sweet; that is made with wheat flour and lightly sweetened
(usually filled with fruits and the like). The other is savoury galettes which
is made with buckwheat flour and unsweetened. These kinda are usually filled
with various meat products, cheese, asparagus, mushrooms, etc.

3.)
Its just another way to say Pancakes, I know somewhere they call it that
instead of pancake since they are made on griddles.�

4.)
This is a bit obvious since many games like Castlevania for example make use of
it. Doppelg�nger is a loan word from
the German language, which was made up by the author Jean Paul (who is German
by the way) it was used in his book Flower, Fruit and Thorn Pieces. The
two words that make it up mean �double� and �walker� and the way it was used in
the book it makes a lot of sense, but the main characters double wasn�t evil,
like they most often are today.

5.) For anyone who hasn�t ever watched
British television, that is way the British pronounce lieutenant, watch �Black
Adder goes forth� for an example.�

6.) Again it�s British English for truck. I thought
it would be an interesting flare if Ed said things in a more� British manner
since Ed�s been stuck in Europe for a long time.

Thanks to all who have reviewed, helped and loved
this story so far. There�s not very much alien dialect in this chapter since
there isn�t a need for a slue of it. I hope all of you have enjoyed this
chapter as much as the others. Again if you have any questions or suggestion or just
anything in general �including if you wanna see that faux tattoo I have a non
colored and bloodless copy of it- about this chapter just e-mail or review
either works. �Please R&R *her flame
skewer is off to the side, but close at hand.*
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