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Vergoldungaugen, Silberschimmer	By : Mayzen Category: Fullmetal Alchemist > General Views: 2124 -:- 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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All
Ed knew as he opened his eyes was that he was disoriented; everything was hazy,
feeling sick and nearly frozen. Shakily he stood, glancing around. No wonder
I�m freezing my ass off. It�s fucking snowing. But how did I get outside?! Slowly
Edward took steps, though he had no idea of where he was going. Crossing his
arms and rubbing them desperately trying to keep the warmth in. It was of no
help since he shivered anyway, swerving his head around taking in the landscape
again. This looks like Central, but that�s� impossible� The golden
blonde felt the flakes of snow land on his face and hair. He could see the
white plume of air as he breathed heavily.

As
much as Ed wanted to continue, he couldn�t his legs just wouldn�t move anymore.
Golden iris rolled back as his frame fell back into the paraffin tinted ground.
Now laying there he could now comprehend that something was seriously amiss
with this body. His hair felt longer than it should� and his clothes didn�t
quite fit right. After those thoughts, everything went dark.

Edward
didn�t know just how long he laid there. When suddenly he felt something warm
against his cheek. While taking a shallow breath, he twitched at the warmth.
The rustling of cloth reached Ed�s ears, and then felt hands lifting him and
wrapping him in said cloth. It�s warm� must have taken it off� Is it...� you Al? Ed wondered as he felt himself
being lifted and pressed up against a warm body.� No... It�s not Al� The blonde gathered
by his limited senses.� Hmm... Cologne...
Alchemy... Smoldering pine�..and lavender..? Odd but pleasant�. Except the
cologne. He drifted off into slumber as soon as he felt a seat under him.

~*~*~*~*~

Ed
opened his eyes still feeling a bit ill, but not freezing. He could feel the
sheets on what was left of his bare skin. The blonde lifted his right arm and
over his eyes� Wait a fucking minute! As if it burned, it was pulled
away. When did I�? Gold eyes took in the look of both of his hands. My
hands� are too slender�they aren�t as thick as I remember� and when did this
automail get attached?

Ed
rubbed his throat while he sat up. His hearing picked up a door being closed
from a room below. Looks like the one who found me just left... Carefully
Ed slid from between the sheets. Got my automail leg back too� Rotating
the arm, Ed cautiously stood. Taking note that he was left in a shirt -not his
own- and his dry boxers. �Ow� I guess I have a cold or some�thing.� His voice
sounded strange to his ears� the German accent he had acquired didn�t bother
him� it was the timbre. Those gold eyes spotted a mirror and deftly made his
way over. Eyes widen when getting a good look. �Oh fuck...� Ed flattened the
shirt against his abdomen. �Breast�. I have breast. Damn�.. Damn whatever did
this to me. I�m an androgynous female.� Thinking quickly Ed pulled the shit
tails back and tugged the elastic away. �Yep� I�m a woman now... Slightly
masculine and feminine.��

She
again
rubbed her throat. �Tea... need tea.� She made her way out of the room and down
the stairs. She did so carefully because she was still wobbly on her feet. Nice
place. Ed took a liking to the carpet; it felt nice against his right foot.
Finding the kitchen relatively easy, she started searching the cabinets and
drawers for her desired tea and a mug.�
Upon finding the mugs she gingerly pulled one down, and continued the
rest of her search.� She found the tea
stashed in a drawer, her eyes glancing at the names. �Ah, this�. Should do.�
Plucking the tea bag out of the box, she closed the drawer. I don�t want to
heat the water on the stove� I wonder if... After filling the mug with
water she clapped, then set them against the earthenware. Ed smiled brightly as
she saw the steam rise from the water. I can still do it. She dipped the
bag into the water, after doing that a few times, she let it steep in the hot
water.

Ed
relaxed as she took a sip. Maybe I�ll curl up with a good book� what am I
thinking. I know I can�t stay here for too long. I have to find Al. �She sighed, as she switched her tea from her
left to her right hand. But I suppose it wouldn�t be a smart idea to leave
now�.so I guess one more night couldn�t hurt. Ed�s stomach growled at her.
While glaring at it, she thought I�ll eat after I look around and find a
book. Leaving the kitchen she wandered into the living room, finding no
book shelves. Ed continued down a hall, peaking into every door even if they
were closed. Then out of the corner of her eye she spotted a familiar figure.
Turning to look at it, she saw it was the younger forms of Maes Hughes and Roy
Mustang. I know this can�t be the Hughes� home I would have recognized it
and the one who picked me up was a man�. And Hughes is gone� so this has to
be Mustang�s home. With one finger she gently traced the faces. This
must have been before they went to Ishvalan war... That bastard is actually
smiling not smirking. Frowning and continuing on her way down the hall way,
a thought came to mind. It does make a bit of sense that Mustang would smell
like Alchemy and smoldering pine but... A snicker. Lavender? Allowing
herself to chuckle she finally found a small library.

Her
left hand searched through the books, gently touching the spines as she sipped at
the tea. When she spotted a title she gently pulled it from the rest. Huh,
I�d think that colonel bastard would have books of fire alchemy or alchemy in
general, cheap and cheesy smut, and or nudie magazines. Eh�. And maybe pin-up
girls.� But this is a� She skimmed
the first two pages, after she set her mug down. Detective novel. I suppose it
couldn�t hurt. She tucked it under her arm and picked her tea back up. Then
as quickly as she could went back to the kitchen. Maybe I�ll eat first
before I go searching the house for what I need. Since I would need money to
even get to Resembool.

~*~*~*~*~

Well
I searched this place from ground floor to the attic and found all that I need.
I�ll have to alchemize those clothes; at least I found a sturdy suitcase. Laughter. I know
where the cash is, so I�ll borrow enough to get to Resembool, get food, women�s
unmentionables. Ed maybe a bit
na�ve but �he� had lived with a woman as employee for nearly 4 years. So Edward
knew a few things, considering he had to pick up things for her when she
couldn�t.

The blonde was now back in bed. The extra clothes
and suitcase stashed under the bed, the covers hiding that it was there. Her
flesh hand was combing through her hair, the right holding the book open while
reading. Ed thought it strange that she wasn�t tired, but shrugged it off. The
slim metal carefully held the book, so that nothing got torn. She blinked when
a door was opened and then closed again almost too quietly for her to hear. �So
where is your mysterious woman, chief?� Ed groaned. Havoc�

�She should be upstairs.� The blonde focused on the
books as she heard footsteps coming towards the room. She glanced over as the
door opened. Mustang hasn�t changed much. Ed did notice the deep gash of
a scar above his left eye. I bet that puts a dent in his ego.

Havoc whistled. �That one is quite the looker chief.�
Ed�s initial reaction was to brain the older blond man with the book. But she
restrained herself, while a slight flush graced her cheeks.

�Jean quit ogling the poor girl!� Hawkeye groused,
while scowling at said person.

�I trust you slept well.�

��Ja.� She answered in German. Edward
smirked internally when they all looked at each other.

�That�s definitely not Xingese.�

�Nor Dramacian.� Added Fury, Mustang rubbed his
chin with his index finger.

�It�s seems obvious that she can understand what we
say to her.� Ed resisted the urge to roll her eyes at that. Of course I can
understand you, stupid bastard. Hawkeye took a seat next to the now female.
Ed was thankful for her; she�d make them keep their hands to themselves.

�Are you hungry?�

�Ja, aber ich werde kochen¹� They
all stared blankly at the golden blonde. With a sigh Ed decided to use broken
English. �I� cook.� The pause was deliberate, as if she didn�t know the
language too well.

�Why do you want to cook?� Falman asked. The glare she leveled at them almost
made it painfully clear.

"Ich will kochen, weil ich gut sicher
verdammt bin, dass ich lieber als einigen Ihrer Ficker kochen kann.²�
Then she glanced at Riza. �Gut � vielleicht au�er ihr.³� I
know for sure I can cook better than Mustang� but I also I can�t complain about
it much either� Ed shivered a little at the thought of her breakfast that
morning.

�Well it�s obvious she thinks none of us can cook.�

�Except maybe Riza.� Havoc added; blatant amusement in his tone. Carefully she
set the book off to the side and kicked off the sheets. Gracefully Ed stood,
noticing that Roy trying to stop her.

"Ich bin feines Arschloch. Ich bin nicht
eine Biskuitporzellan-Puppe. Ich werde genug zugedeckt, es ist nicht wie ich
protze mit meinem Busen und Scheide. So bekommen Sie die H�lle aus meinem Weg.⁴�
She nearly snarled, but actually came out faintly calm. The man had halted,
while she spoke and still was.� Before he
could utter a word; she waltzed past and down the stairs.

Working
quickly she got the pots and pans she needed out. Ed went over what she found
earlier after having tea-while basically stripping the whole kitchen
bare.-� Let�s see� there are quite a few
potato�s here.. I saw some leftover meat I can use� looks like roast. A
horrifying thought hit her. I certainly
hope Gracia made that. But if Mustang did� I hope I can salvage it. Edward
made her way over to the icebox, looking for said meat. Hesitantly she grabbed
it. Looks a few days old, already cooked.
Grabbing a fork and knife she cut into it. Hm, cooked well, it�s tender. Ed took the small bit she cut off
into her mouth. Has to be Gracia�s
cooking, if breakfast was any indication of bastard�s cooking skills. It�ll
work. Setting off the side �as well as the knife, though the fork was still
in her hand. - She reached in for the left over mash potatoes in a bowl, while
wondering why Mustang would have something Hughes� wife made in his icebox. I can make Kartoffelpuffer⁵ with these,
not the most traditional way but it�ll work. Whilst setting those next to the
roast she felt another presence watching her. By the scent it definitely wasn�t
the trigger-happy Hawkeye.�

�Sie ber�hren meinen Esel; ich werde Sie
mit dieser Gabel kastrieren.⁶� She growled out, not even
turning around while waving said utensil threateningly. Taking a glance back,
she saw Mustang �a bit wide eyed. - �She
threw the fork onto the counter knowing he wouldn�t dare do anything like that,
at least to her �nor Hawkeye.-

�Is there anyway I can help?� Oh
boy, I have to give him something he can�t seriously fuck up. With a
curt nod, she pointed to the drawers where the vegetables were stored.

�You pick.� She then set herself to making supper.

~*~*~*~*~

Dinner
wasn�t a quiet affair; everyone but Edward was making conversation. Ed didn�t
pay all that much attention till Al�s name tickled her eardrum. �So how long
did he say he was going to stay in Resembool, Roy?� Riza asked. Said man
shrugged.

�A few weeks I suppose or longer. Alphonse never said.� Her lips curved up
slightly. Good. Then suddenly the
conversation turned to her.

�She should stay here chief she�s a good cook.� A small blush graced Ed�s
cheeks. Falman looked her over.

�What is your name?� Damn you Havoc! The
gilded blonde graced them with a blank expression. Again they looked at each
other. In hoping she would understand what was asked they introduced
themselves. Ed looked down. I know what
you were asking.

�Is
it possible, that she doesn�t remember her name sir?� Fury asked worriedly. Thank you Fury I could kiss you. Mustang
sighed.

�It�s
very likely.� Then rubbed the bridge of his nose. Ed kept quiet, hoping they
wouldn�t ask anymore questions like that. Her lips narrowed into a thin line.
She with out a doubt needed to get on that stupid train, to go see Al, Winry,
and granny Pinako. Soon she rubbed her eyes gently with her left hand. I better get some sleep if I�m gonna catch
the earliest train out of Central. Tiredly she stood.

�Gute Nacht.⁷� Maybe one day� I can say thank you� She
didn�t notice the midnight blue eyes that followed her, as she left.

~*~*~*~*~

Ed
woke up vaguely refreshed, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. She looked up to
see what time it was. �Nearly three in the bloody morning�� With a sigh she got
up and walked quietly further up the hall. Silently turning the knob, she
peeked into the room to see if Mustang was up or not. He was blissfully dead to
the world unaware he was being watched. He
looks so� peaceful and� Ed flushed red. Cute�
She stifled an exasperated groan. No.
The bastard is not�.aw hell. Ed couldn�t fib to herself even when she was a
he; thought Mustang wasn�t all that bad looking.� She wanted to stomp off, rant and rave, and
crack her forehead against the closest wall. Ed pushed the craving deep down,
since she knew if she did as she wanted; the brunette would be awakened by the
nose. �So carefully she made her way
down. Might as well make breakfast and
that bastard�s lunch. Quickly a tiny little voice popped into her head
saying �but he�s a cute bastard.� A slight eye twitch and a growl followed the
sentence.

While
raiding the ice box she pulled out everything she needed for Hoppelpoppel⁸. �most were leftovers. �She
cracked the eggs into the bowl and dumped the rest of the needed ingredients. Ed
began to whipping it all together while her mind wandered; contemplating why
the heck she was doing all this �her body still on automatic pilot. � Bastard can�t cook, very well� maybe with
some lessons. The mess is okay but not exactly the best� dammit! I�m doing this
because he deserves some good food; besides the fact I�m use to getting up at
the crack of dawn to cook. By the time those thoughts finished the meal had
already placed in a skillet, flipped and cooked. After turning every thing off,
she took a portion for herself �the rest she left on a plate and covered it. - Now what to make for lunch� were her
thoughts while eating. �

~*~*~*~*~

The next time Ed woke up, she noted it had been three hours since
she laid down �and promptly dozed off � on the couch. �Mustang must have
already left.� Golden eyes took in the blanket over her as she sat up. �Huh� I
didn�t have this when I�� Edward blinked. �Mustang must have draped this over me
before he ran off to the office.�� This makes me want to stay, but I know I can�t.
She thought as she bit her lip. Ed stood sloughing the blanket. Calmly she
went up the stairs to the guest room to get ready to go.

Two minutes later Ed tromped down the stairs, suitcase in hand.
Alchemized clothes and gloves on. She had her hair up in a ponytail. Quietly
she left the home, taking a glance back taking everything in. Soon she was on
her way again, to pick some flowers. Edward had to pay a quick call on someone
before she caught her train. All the while knowing Mustang was going to be greeted
by a cold and empty house. ��

1. �Yes, but I�ll
cook�

2. �I want to cook
because I�m damn well sure that I can cook better than any of your fuckers.�

3. �Well� maybe except her.�

4. �I�m fine asshole. I�m not a bisque doll. I�m
covered up enough, it�s not like I�m showing off my breast and�� vagina. So get the hell out of my way.�

5. Kartoffelpuffer
is a potato pancake; there are many different variations, raw or cooked
potatoes; but usually mixed with eggs, flour, oil or butter, salt, and pepper
for stiff batter, like a pancake. Just depends on the regional area to what�s
added to said batter.

6. �You touch my ass; I�ll castrate you with this fork.�

7. �Goodnight.�

8. Hoppelpoppel is usually known as a breakfast with
potatoes, eggs, onions, and ham or bacon. In Germany I�m not sure, but in my
research I read that it was a good way to use leftovers. I think you can add
other things to it but what I listed earlier is the norm.

For almost all the German used in this chapter I�ve been
using an online translator, so if anything is wrong let me know since I barely
know a lick of German. I don�t have a beta so any input is helpful, and constructive criticism is welcome. I hope you�ve
enjoyed what I�ve written so far. Oh and the word Xingese I found it on Wikipedia. Thinking about it Xingian (maybe) is more of the people not the language so I changed it.
R&R please and for the possible flames I
might get *whips out cooking skewer, with a hotdog on it* I�m ready for the
BBQ.
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