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More of the same from me. >_> Am slowly working through the general themes; sooner or later, I may try the pairings one, just to go the full gamut. [laughs]
Short drabbles again, wheee. Hope people like♥ Some minor spoilers for roughly around episodes 17 and 18--nothing big, but especially for "Creators and Destroyers." Little things, really.
17. Creators and Destroyers 「創る者と壊す者」
[[So, that whole thing about a Lust-lookalike being close to Scar's brother? Not in the manga at all, so this is definitely an anime-only thing. What's her name? What's Scar's real name? Who knows--so watch, as I avoid using them throughout the ENTIRE PIECE, whoo. :p]]
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When he approached her, his feet made no sound on the soft grass--but she still looked at him, unsurprised at his presence. Her colorful wrap lay in a bunched tangle of wrinkles by her feet, leaving her round shoulders and long arms bare. Sitting halfway between sunlight and shade, she looked like someone else entirely--like one of the succubae, who had come out of the shadows to try and tempt their Lord, Ishbara, to corruption.
"You shouldn't be out here," he said. "My brother will worry."
"Your brother trusts me," she replied, then raised an arch eyebrow. "Besides, you are here. An injury to me is insult to your brother and yourself."
He said nothing. She turned away from him and looked up, then held out her hand. A songbird alighted on her finger, its tiny wings flaring to help it find balance.
"Look. Here is a little bird," she said, smiling at the tiny thing. "It knows nothing of God, or honor, or country--it simply knows the wind against its wings, the sun upon its body, and the food the earth provides it." She lifted her hand, and the bird spread its wings and flew away.
"And there it goes, to somewhere we will never see," she said, quietly, and put her hand back in her lap.
He rubbed the back of his neck uneasily; he was not used to speaking to her so frankly. This was a strange woman that his brother had brought home, from the eastern end of their beautiful home country, and she brought with her unique ideas and attitudes. "You may have seen them, but I have not. I will not."
She only laughed and tossed her dark hair back. For just a moment, his eyes tracked down, to the shadowed area where the neck of her dress dipped low, and the dusky curves of her breasts came together to form coaxing shadows. Then she laughed, and he tore his eyes away, fiercely embarrassed.
"You sound so sure," she said, and tilted her head to one side. "Just like your brother, I suppose." Her gaze slid off, towards the east, from where she had come. "I think that all of us have the potential to leave, someday. Our God Ishbara created the world to be shared equally among his children; if I step over the borders of our country, and into Amestris, I would still be within His arms." She leaned forward then, with her slender arms loosely crossed, and smiled.
Uncomfortable, he shifted. "Here is the homeland, though," he said. "This is where our God lived and suffered for His people, and this is where we must remain, to guard its mysteries."
She chuckled and shook her head again; he distinctly heard the sibilant, silken rustle of her hair as she moved. "That is a very rigid way to see the world," she said. "Maybe you're not so much like your brother after all."
The edge of mockery in her tone made his back stiffen. "My brother is a wise man," he said, stiffly. "We cannot all be as great as he is."
"Ah, did I insult you? I apologize." Her dark gaze slid briefly up to him, then away again. "But you are right--we cannot all be as great as him. He's special, your brother." She straightened again, and inadvertently he looked once more; it seemed to him that the laces of her shirt had loosened, just slightly. It was wrong, to look upon what belonged to his brother so openly.
In a single smooth movement she rose to her feet and lifted one slender hand. Her slender fingers spread open wide, as though to pluck the clouds and sun from the very sky. He shifted his weight uncertainly, sliding a half-step back from her. She held the pose for a long moment, the living woman frozen to a breathing statue, then relaxed slowly and turned to him.
"Shall we go back?" she asked, and hitched the drape of her shawl higher up her slender shoulders. This time, he kept his eyes fixed solely on her face, and nodded.
Together, they walked down the hill and home. In the trees overhead, he could hear birds singing.
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25. Deciphering 「解読」
[[I am a BIG fan of the idea of Hughes and Gracia as surrogate parents for the Elrics. BIG fan. Monstrous. It's, like, my not-so-secret lurve, for all that I say very little about it. Eheh. XD;;;; Set in the anime, probably a little BEFORE Ed and Al were sent to Liore--thus, Alicia's three, I believe. XD;]]
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"Just because I'm in Intelligence doesn't make me a scholar." Hughes tipped his chair back, propping his ankles on the table and folding his arms behind his head. "I don't know the first thing about translating. Mustang must've been angrier about that girlfriend crack than I thought."
Gracia only chuckled, as she set a gently-steaming coffee cup by the paperwork stacks. "Roy is influential, certainly, but I don't think his authority is *that* widespread," she said. "It's probably just a sign that your superiors have faith in the work you do." She straightened, but before she could pull away, Hughes reached out and snagged her wrist, dropping a quick kiss to the back of her hand.
"Don't you be fooled by that charming smile," he said darkly. "He might still be bitter that *I* got you first."
She just smiled fondly at him and shook her head. "Maes, really."
"No, really!" He let go of her hand and straightened in the chair, dropping his feet back to the ground. "It could be part of some conspiracy to win your affections!" He affected another dark look, hunkering over the mass of paperwork, then relaxed it when she laughed again.
"Don't be silly," she said, and bent quickly to kiss his cheek. "You'll be *fine*. I have faith in you." She picked up one of the dictionaries he'd gathered for the translation, brushing her fingers across the leather cover. "Besides which, I'm sure if you asked Edward or Alphonse, they'd be glad to help you."
Hughes stroked his chin. "Ed drives a hard bargain, though," he said. "We'll have to bribe him with food or something to even get him interested."
"Nonsense," Gracia said. "Let me talk to him. I'm sure he'll be happy to do it without you owing him any favors." She put the dictionary back down. "They *are* currently in Central, aren't they?"
"For the moment, yes." Hughes leaned an elbow on the table, watching her fondly. "I heard they're stopping for a few days to get some research documents Ed needs, before they head back to East City to report to Mustang."
"That's plenty of time," Gracia said firmly. "I'll go call them now."
"Ed's just going to complain," Hughes called after her. She didn't answer, and a moment later, he heard her voice on the phone, asking to be put in touch with Mister Edward Elric, the Fullmetal Alchemist. Hughes sighed and ruffled his hair, and turned back to his work.
A moment later, Gracia returned and laid her slim hands on his shoulders. He tilted his head back and looked at her expectantly.
"He'll be here within an hour," she said, with a touch of smugness. "He's bringing Alphonse with him, too--and all we have to do is feed them dinner."
Hughes raised his eyebrow and let out a long, low whistle. "You," he said, "are the most amazing woman."
"So I've heard," Gracia said, then squeezed his shoulders and moved away. "I'm going to tell Alicia that her big brothers are coming to visit, and then I'm going to start dinner. Answer the door for me, all right?"
"Right, right." Hughes sat up, twirled his pen around his fingers, staring blankly at the documents before him. Then he paused and glanced over his shoulder. "'Big brothers'?"
"Well, of course," Gracia called down the stairs. "Dear, Ed and Alicia share a birthday--of course she's going to call them that."
Hughes blinked, then began to laugh.
***
"Thank you so much for your help, Edward, Alphonse," Gracia said, as she stood in the doorway and watched Ed tug on his red coat. In the crook of one arm, she balanced a drowsy Alicia; in the other, she held a cloth-wrapped bundle, which she pressed into Ed's fumbling hands.
"It wasn't a problem, Ms. Gracia," he said, not quite looking her in the face. "I mean, it's good you looked us up; we're geniuses and all, so--"
Al put a hand on his brother's shoulder; Hughes, standing behind his wife, got the distinct impression that Al was smiling. "He's trying to say thank you, and you don't have to give us the food. We're glad to help."
"Was not!" Ed protested fiercely, though when Gracia let go of her present, he kept his grip on it firm. "Al, don't put words in my mouth, it's rude. He owes us now!" He stabbed a finger towards Hughes, over Gracia's shoulder.
"We got food out of it, didn't we?" Al asked, his tone mild. "You were the one who agreed, Brother."
Ed grumbled, but there was a certain pleased edge to his shuffle. Gracia continued to smile at him, and shifted Alicia's weight so she could reach out and put a light hand on the boy's left shoulder.
"You helped me out a lot today, boys," she said. "I was able to get my work done without Maes getting underfoot." When her husband squawked, she turned and smiled at him sweetly. "Plus, it made Alicia happy to see you today--didn't it, honey?"
At the sound of her name, the little girl lifted her heavy head from her mother's shoulder. She blinked at the Elrics, then gave them a sleepy, pleased little smile. "Come back and play again soon," she said. She held out one small hand, the tiny pinky extended.
Any lingering irritation wiped itself from Ed's face. He set Gracia's present in the crook of his right arm and reached out with his left hand, letting Alicia hook their pinkies together. "It's a promise, now, okay?"
Alicia nodded, very seriously, before her eyes began drifting shut again. Ed grinned and disentangled his hand, then stepped back. Al waved cheerfully as the two of them walked away, two figures soon swallowed up by twilight. Gracia watched them go, then gently closed the door.
"So," Hughes said, when she turned back to him, "how on earth did you do it?"
Gracia dimpled at him--the smile that never failed to send his stomach into nervous little somersaults. "It's not that hard, dear," she said. "In order to understand someone else's language, the first trick is to listen."
"Eh?" Hughes reached out to take their daughter, and found himself neatly sidestepped.
"I mean," she said, and pecked his cheek when he pouted at her, "that it's not *so* bad, keeping those boys around the house, is it? It's good for Alicia to have other people looking out for her, don't you think?"
He opened his mouth to say something, then cut himself off beforehand, looking thoughtful. "If you ever decide to go back to work, dear," he said at last, "I have first dibs on you."
"How sweet of you," Gracia said, "but you know, Roy's made me some interesting offers--I'll have to consider."
And as her husband sputtered, Gracia went upstairs to put Alicia to bed.
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27. Mechanic 「整備工」
[[I'm an OT3 fam, damnit. Set perhaps right after ep17, woo.]]
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Winry takes great pride in her work. From very early on, her grandmother noted she had a definite aptitude for machines--talent tempered with a genuine love of the process and all things related to it. When she was six, she took apart her father's pocket watch and then reassembled it before his disbelieving eyes.
It seems like second nature to her, to understand how things work--and if she doesn't know, the desire to find out nags and whines like a hopeful puppy. Sometimes she's still surprised that neither Ed nor Al shared her passion--but they had their own dreams to follow, chasing those down a road that leads them far from her. As each new winter comes and her grandmother's fingers grow stiffer, more of the work is turned over to Winry, and she takes it gladly.
This is life in a tiny village, where half the people do not lock their doors at night, and nearly all foreign visitors come trickling in just to see the automail mechanics named Rockbell. She is kept busy enough, even on small jobs.
"Just remember, Winry," her grandmother tells her one night, as they sit on the porch and watch evening fall, "you are dealing with *people* as much as the automail. The machines may be what fascinate you, but it is the *person* that is most important."
She is quiet for a moment, thinking. "I know," she says, lacing her fingers together. Her eyes track to the end of the road, which leads to East City, Central City, the world. Her grandmother catches her look and chuckles, quietly.
"They'll come back someday, Winry," she says. "Those boys know the value of home and family. It may take a while, but they won't leave you behind."
Winry looks up sharply at that, but her grandmother has already turned around and is heading inside. She sighs and looks forward again. If she curls her fingers just so, she feels the weight of a wrench in them, solid and dependable. She has saved and bettered many lives with her tools and her trade; even those who do not come for the automail are grateful for the prosthetics.
But every year, when a certain day in winter and another in summer pass, she thinks that she still has not done enough. Four years have changed Ed and Al so very much; she thinks of their brief stop to get Ed's arm repaired and wonders at the changes. Flashes of the boys she knew still exist, but they are strange--familiar faces viewed through an odd filter. She would write to them, but stops each time, because she has nothing to say other than, *Be careful. Come home.*
Next time, she thinks, it's always next time she'll tell them. *I miss you. Hurry up and come back--don't leave me here forever.* The sentiments are embarrassing to admit, but she thinks they would understand, whenever she does get to say them.
People are not machines; their parts do not fit together with mathematical precision, and so she is out of her element. Winry sighs and nudges a screw with one finger, watching it roll across the table in a lopsided circle.
"Winry!" her grandmother calls from downstairs. Den barks a few times, and is hushed. "We have a customer!"
"Coming!" she shouts back, and gets to her feet.
Short drabbles again, wheee. Hope people like♥ Some minor spoilers for roughly around episodes 17 and 18--nothing big, but especially for "Creators and Destroyers." Little things, really.
17. Creators and Destroyers 「創る者と壊す者」
[[So, that whole thing about a Lust-lookalike being close to Scar's brother? Not in the manga at all, so this is definitely an anime-only thing. What's her name? What's Scar's real name? Who knows--so watch, as I avoid using them throughout the ENTIRE PIECE, whoo. :p]]
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When he approached her, his feet made no sound on the soft grass--but she still looked at him, unsurprised at his presence. Her colorful wrap lay in a bunched tangle of wrinkles by her feet, leaving her round shoulders and long arms bare. Sitting halfway between sunlight and shade, she looked like someone else entirely--like one of the succubae, who had come out of the shadows to try and tempt their Lord, Ishbara, to corruption.
"You shouldn't be out here," he said. "My brother will worry."
"Your brother trusts me," she replied, then raised an arch eyebrow. "Besides, you are here. An injury to me is insult to your brother and yourself."
He said nothing. She turned away from him and looked up, then held out her hand. A songbird alighted on her finger, its tiny wings flaring to help it find balance.
"Look. Here is a little bird," she said, smiling at the tiny thing. "It knows nothing of God, or honor, or country--it simply knows the wind against its wings, the sun upon its body, and the food the earth provides it." She lifted her hand, and the bird spread its wings and flew away.
"And there it goes, to somewhere we will never see," she said, quietly, and put her hand back in her lap.
He rubbed the back of his neck uneasily; he was not used to speaking to her so frankly. This was a strange woman that his brother had brought home, from the eastern end of their beautiful home country, and she brought with her unique ideas and attitudes. "You may have seen them, but I have not. I will not."
She only laughed and tossed her dark hair back. For just a moment, his eyes tracked down, to the shadowed area where the neck of her dress dipped low, and the dusky curves of her breasts came together to form coaxing shadows. Then she laughed, and he tore his eyes away, fiercely embarrassed.
"You sound so sure," she said, and tilted her head to one side. "Just like your brother, I suppose." Her gaze slid off, towards the east, from where she had come. "I think that all of us have the potential to leave, someday. Our God Ishbara created the world to be shared equally among his children; if I step over the borders of our country, and into Amestris, I would still be within His arms." She leaned forward then, with her slender arms loosely crossed, and smiled.
Uncomfortable, he shifted. "Here is the homeland, though," he said. "This is where our God lived and suffered for His people, and this is where we must remain, to guard its mysteries."
She chuckled and shook her head again; he distinctly heard the sibilant, silken rustle of her hair as she moved. "That is a very rigid way to see the world," she said. "Maybe you're not so much like your brother after all."
The edge of mockery in her tone made his back stiffen. "My brother is a wise man," he said, stiffly. "We cannot all be as great as he is."
"Ah, did I insult you? I apologize." Her dark gaze slid briefly up to him, then away again. "But you are right--we cannot all be as great as him. He's special, your brother." She straightened again, and inadvertently he looked once more; it seemed to him that the laces of her shirt had loosened, just slightly. It was wrong, to look upon what belonged to his brother so openly.
In a single smooth movement she rose to her feet and lifted one slender hand. Her slender fingers spread open wide, as though to pluck the clouds and sun from the very sky. He shifted his weight uncertainly, sliding a half-step back from her. She held the pose for a long moment, the living woman frozen to a breathing statue, then relaxed slowly and turned to him.
"Shall we go back?" she asked, and hitched the drape of her shawl higher up her slender shoulders. This time, he kept his eyes fixed solely on her face, and nodded.
Together, they walked down the hill and home. In the trees overhead, he could hear birds singing.
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25. Deciphering 「解読」
[[I am a BIG fan of the idea of Hughes and Gracia as surrogate parents for the Elrics. BIG fan. Monstrous. It's, like, my not-so-secret lurve, for all that I say very little about it. Eheh. XD;;;; Set in the anime, probably a little BEFORE Ed and Al were sent to Liore--thus, Alicia's three, I believe. XD;]]
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"Just because I'm in Intelligence doesn't make me a scholar." Hughes tipped his chair back, propping his ankles on the table and folding his arms behind his head. "I don't know the first thing about translating. Mustang must've been angrier about that girlfriend crack than I thought."
Gracia only chuckled, as she set a gently-steaming coffee cup by the paperwork stacks. "Roy is influential, certainly, but I don't think his authority is *that* widespread," she said. "It's probably just a sign that your superiors have faith in the work you do." She straightened, but before she could pull away, Hughes reached out and snagged her wrist, dropping a quick kiss to the back of her hand.
"Don't you be fooled by that charming smile," he said darkly. "He might still be bitter that *I* got you first."
She just smiled fondly at him and shook her head. "Maes, really."
"No, really!" He let go of her hand and straightened in the chair, dropping his feet back to the ground. "It could be part of some conspiracy to win your affections!" He affected another dark look, hunkering over the mass of paperwork, then relaxed it when she laughed again.
"Don't be silly," she said, and bent quickly to kiss his cheek. "You'll be *fine*. I have faith in you." She picked up one of the dictionaries he'd gathered for the translation, brushing her fingers across the leather cover. "Besides which, I'm sure if you asked Edward or Alphonse, they'd be glad to help you."
Hughes stroked his chin. "Ed drives a hard bargain, though," he said. "We'll have to bribe him with food or something to even get him interested."
"Nonsense," Gracia said. "Let me talk to him. I'm sure he'll be happy to do it without you owing him any favors." She put the dictionary back down. "They *are* currently in Central, aren't they?"
"For the moment, yes." Hughes leaned an elbow on the table, watching her fondly. "I heard they're stopping for a few days to get some research documents Ed needs, before they head back to East City to report to Mustang."
"That's plenty of time," Gracia said firmly. "I'll go call them now."
"Ed's just going to complain," Hughes called after her. She didn't answer, and a moment later, he heard her voice on the phone, asking to be put in touch with Mister Edward Elric, the Fullmetal Alchemist. Hughes sighed and ruffled his hair, and turned back to his work.
A moment later, Gracia returned and laid her slim hands on his shoulders. He tilted his head back and looked at her expectantly.
"He'll be here within an hour," she said, with a touch of smugness. "He's bringing Alphonse with him, too--and all we have to do is feed them dinner."
Hughes raised his eyebrow and let out a long, low whistle. "You," he said, "are the most amazing woman."
"So I've heard," Gracia said, then squeezed his shoulders and moved away. "I'm going to tell Alicia that her big brothers are coming to visit, and then I'm going to start dinner. Answer the door for me, all right?"
"Right, right." Hughes sat up, twirled his pen around his fingers, staring blankly at the documents before him. Then he paused and glanced over his shoulder. "'Big brothers'?"
"Well, of course," Gracia called down the stairs. "Dear, Ed and Alicia share a birthday--of course she's going to call them that."
Hughes blinked, then began to laugh.
***
"Thank you so much for your help, Edward, Alphonse," Gracia said, as she stood in the doorway and watched Ed tug on his red coat. In the crook of one arm, she balanced a drowsy Alicia; in the other, she held a cloth-wrapped bundle, which she pressed into Ed's fumbling hands.
"It wasn't a problem, Ms. Gracia," he said, not quite looking her in the face. "I mean, it's good you looked us up; we're geniuses and all, so--"
Al put a hand on his brother's shoulder; Hughes, standing behind his wife, got the distinct impression that Al was smiling. "He's trying to say thank you, and you don't have to give us the food. We're glad to help."
"Was not!" Ed protested fiercely, though when Gracia let go of her present, he kept his grip on it firm. "Al, don't put words in my mouth, it's rude. He owes us now!" He stabbed a finger towards Hughes, over Gracia's shoulder.
"We got food out of it, didn't we?" Al asked, his tone mild. "You were the one who agreed, Brother."
Ed grumbled, but there was a certain pleased edge to his shuffle. Gracia continued to smile at him, and shifted Alicia's weight so she could reach out and put a light hand on the boy's left shoulder.
"You helped me out a lot today, boys," she said. "I was able to get my work done without Maes getting underfoot." When her husband squawked, she turned and smiled at him sweetly. "Plus, it made Alicia happy to see you today--didn't it, honey?"
At the sound of her name, the little girl lifted her heavy head from her mother's shoulder. She blinked at the Elrics, then gave them a sleepy, pleased little smile. "Come back and play again soon," she said. She held out one small hand, the tiny pinky extended.
Any lingering irritation wiped itself from Ed's face. He set Gracia's present in the crook of his right arm and reached out with his left hand, letting Alicia hook their pinkies together. "It's a promise, now, okay?"
Alicia nodded, very seriously, before her eyes began drifting shut again. Ed grinned and disentangled his hand, then stepped back. Al waved cheerfully as the two of them walked away, two figures soon swallowed up by twilight. Gracia watched them go, then gently closed the door.
"So," Hughes said, when she turned back to him, "how on earth did you do it?"
Gracia dimpled at him--the smile that never failed to send his stomach into nervous little somersaults. "It's not that hard, dear," she said. "In order to understand someone else's language, the first trick is to listen."
"Eh?" Hughes reached out to take their daughter, and found himself neatly sidestepped.
"I mean," she said, and pecked his cheek when he pouted at her, "that it's not *so* bad, keeping those boys around the house, is it? It's good for Alicia to have other people looking out for her, don't you think?"
He opened his mouth to say something, then cut himself off beforehand, looking thoughtful. "If you ever decide to go back to work, dear," he said at last, "I have first dibs on you."
"How sweet of you," Gracia said, "but you know, Roy's made me some interesting offers--I'll have to consider."
And as her husband sputtered, Gracia went upstairs to put Alicia to bed.
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27. Mechanic 「整備工」
[[I'm an OT3 fam, damnit. Set perhaps right after ep17, woo.]]
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Winry takes great pride in her work. From very early on, her grandmother noted she had a definite aptitude for machines--talent tempered with a genuine love of the process and all things related to it. When she was six, she took apart her father's pocket watch and then reassembled it before his disbelieving eyes.
It seems like second nature to her, to understand how things work--and if she doesn't know, the desire to find out nags and whines like a hopeful puppy. Sometimes she's still surprised that neither Ed nor Al shared her passion--but they had their own dreams to follow, chasing those down a road that leads them far from her. As each new winter comes and her grandmother's fingers grow stiffer, more of the work is turned over to Winry, and she takes it gladly.
This is life in a tiny village, where half the people do not lock their doors at night, and nearly all foreign visitors come trickling in just to see the automail mechanics named Rockbell. She is kept busy enough, even on small jobs.
"Just remember, Winry," her grandmother tells her one night, as they sit on the porch and watch evening fall, "you are dealing with *people* as much as the automail. The machines may be what fascinate you, but it is the *person* that is most important."
She is quiet for a moment, thinking. "I know," she says, lacing her fingers together. Her eyes track to the end of the road, which leads to East City, Central City, the world. Her grandmother catches her look and chuckles, quietly.
"They'll come back someday, Winry," she says. "Those boys know the value of home and family. It may take a while, but they won't leave you behind."
Winry looks up sharply at that, but her grandmother has already turned around and is heading inside. She sighs and looks forward again. If she curls her fingers just so, she feels the weight of a wrench in them, solid and dependable. She has saved and bettered many lives with her tools and her trade; even those who do not come for the automail are grateful for the prosthetics.
But every year, when a certain day in winter and another in summer pass, she thinks that she still has not done enough. Four years have changed Ed and Al so very much; she thinks of their brief stop to get Ed's arm repaired and wonders at the changes. Flashes of the boys she knew still exist, but they are strange--familiar faces viewed through an odd filter. She would write to them, but stops each time, because she has nothing to say other than, *Be careful. Come home.*
Next time, she thinks, it's always next time she'll tell them. *I miss you. Hurry up and come back--don't leave me here forever.* The sentiments are embarrassing to admit, but she thinks they would understand, whenever she does get to say them.
People are not machines; their parts do not fit together with mathematical precision, and so she is out of her element. Winry sighs and nudges a screw with one finger, watching it roll across the table in a lopsided circle.
"Winry!" her grandmother calls from downstairs. Den barks a few times, and is hushed. "We have a customer!"
"Coming!" she shouts back, and gets to her feet.
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We were all GW fans once... *wipes tear* Ah, back in the day before it became a well known fact that Heero was the product of a twisted gundam/doctor experiment and Duo was actually a girl who incidentally had a million siblings strewn across the internet and Trowa was really a kind, caring, happy flautist nymph who toodled away at his instrument without a care, serenading his long lost elf-lover Quatre. ...And Wufei. Er. Ever the onna-lover. [/nostlagia]
Right then. Don't mind me. I've been going back and reading some GW fics and I think it shows. o.O