Orphaned

Sorry it's been a while, I've been really busy...heh. Enjoy!

Pepp: Lol, protective of our Ed, aren't we? Oh, protective of our CHIBI Ed...excuse me. Winry's age in undetermined. I'm going with sometime in her early-mid 20's. *shrugs* just not a kid and not an old hag...anywhere in between the two, I guess. Ed might be welcoming to the first person, but what if that person is Roy?...A non-perverted Roy, perhaps? Is that even possible? I dunno, lol. Thanks for reviewing!

Juna: Heh...well, he's in this chappy, I promise! Heh, I actually kind of stole that line from another show...but it doesn't matter, I own the person who said it! Not really (don't sue me!), but I own him in my head, and that's been good enough! It wasn't those exact words, though, and I think the situation called for it. Thanks for reviewing!
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The next morning, Ed woke up a lot later than usual, 'I didn't even hear Al trying to wake me up.' he thought to himself, stretching. Bad idea. He winced as his overly sore body screamed at being treated so harshly, 'Damn, those kids did more damage than I thought.' he thought, shaking off the immediate pain and just ignoring the lingering burning feeling in his shoulders. Pushing the covers off, he stood, reminding himself not to stretch again. He quickly slipped on a T-shirt, and exited the cramped room to see if there was any food left.

Downstairs, he saw that it wasn't as late as he thought as everyone was still eating. Slipping into the chair next to Al, he ignored most of the stares that were aimed at his bruises and looked to his brother, who was smiling, "I didn't expect you to be awake so early." he said, teasingly.

"Ha ha." Ed replied, not finding it a bit humorous, "Why didn't you wake me up?" he asked, grabbing a piece of toast and glancing around for the eggs.

"I thought you might want some extra rest, so I just let you sleep." Al explained, motioning for one of the kids to pass the desired food down their way. He was sure Ed would have responded, but he was already busy digging into his breakfast.

Winry then appeared, smilnig at the eating boy, "Well, you're in a good mood today, I see."

"You act like I'm manic depressive or something." Ed said, dryly, giving her a bored look, "I'm nothing of the sort."

Winry just laughed a little, almost nervously, "I never said that, Ed, I just meant that you seemed like you were in a better mood than yesterday."

"Whatever." was the only reply she got. Sighing, Winry went on her way, leaving the brothers to talk, "Why does she insist on always talking to me?" the older one wondered.

"She's just trying to be nice." Al explained, emptying his glass of milk, "You're not the easiest person to get along with sometimes."

Ed gave the empty glass a glare then shuttered; how his brother could drink that stuff, he'd never know. He then turned his attention back to the conversation, "I'm not that bad."

"Whatever you say, brother." the younger one responded, smiling. Ed just shot a glare at Al, though it was almost playful, and continued on with his meal.

Just as she sat down to eat her own breakfast, Winry heard a knock on the door. Sighing, she got up to answer it. She laughed to herself how it seemed that she was cursed to always answer this door, 'It's amazing how many people want to adopt children.' she thought, but was glad that at least the children could finally have a home to go to. Some were as young as five and had been orphaned. Other just had horrible pasts that they could finally forget about with a new family and a new life, 'Like Ed.' she thought, hoping that he would be a little more cooperative from now on. Al had told her that he would, but that didn't mean that he couldn't still drive people away.

Opening the door, her breath caught in her throat at the man before her. He smiled at her, revealing a set of perfectly white, straight teeth. Her eyes ran over his casual yet professional look. He had a white, button-up shirt on, the top two buttons left open, tucked into a pair of black dress pants. It would have looked either boring or stuck-up on anyone except him. On him it just looked perfect, "Hello." he said.

"H-hi." Winry managed to get out. His voice was slightly husky, yet it seemed as if an angel was singing when he spoke. Shaking her head, she focused on what she was supposed to do, "Welcome, can I help you?"

He smiled at having her attention back to him instead of his body. Not that he wasn't used to it or anything, "I think you might be able to, I'd like to adopt a child."

'Obviously.' Winry thought, smirking. It was nice to know that besides being exxtremely hot, this man was also a bit of a dork, "Well, why don't you come in and we can discuss it further?" she suggested.

"Wonderful." he replied, stepping inside and shutting the door, "By the way, my name is Roy Mustang."

Winry smiled up at him, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Roy, my name is Winry."

"That's a lovely name." Roy replied, taking her hand and shaking it twice.

A small blush covered Winry's face, "Thank you." she said, then once again got back on track, "Did you have a specific gender or age in mind?" she asked.

Adjusting quickly to the change in subject, Roy nodded, "I was considering a son." he informed her, "I hadn't really thought on much else, I was hoping to get a look at them."

Winry nodded enthusiastically, "Of course!" she exclaimed, "They should be having playtime right now; we just finished breakfast. Follow me." With that, Winry led Roy outside, completely oblivivous to the lone blonde boy, who was still in the dining room, inhaling the rest of his breakfast.
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Oh, what? Did you honestly expect them to meet right off the bat and have sparks fly? Heh, you don't know me very well, then. They'll get together...eventually. What might happen between now and then, though, is completely up to chance. Maybe Roy will notice Al...or maybe he won't see anyone he wants to adopt and leave... who knows? Review!