I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist, believe me, if I did, I wouldn't torture my fans like Arakawa xD
The sweet smell of cinnamon filled the kitchen as Winry worked on the promised apple pie. As she peeled more apples, she began to muse about the name of that fateful day; The Promised Day. In reality, it was truly a terrifying event, but the name was most definitely ironic. After everything was said and done after all, the promises between the people she cared about were all fulfilled.
Setting down another peeled apple, she turned her head in the direction of the living room where Ed and Al were conversing. Granny Pinako had left the house to pick a few things up. She had said something about an occasion that needed to be celebrated. Winry figured that it meant she had gone out to get more food and maybe a few of her drinking buddies.
She sighed contently as she stood, preparing the apples for the pie and making sure the dough for the crust was okay. After mixing the ingredients and finishing the preparations, she put the pie into the oven and set a small nearby timer. She walked over to the doorway of the kitchen, leaning on the frame and observing the brothers.
Ed was facing in the other direction while he was speaking to Al, so he hadn't noticed. The younger Elric certainly had, though he pretended not to have. Instead, he lightly whispered to his brother to inform him.
"You know Winry is staring at you?" he told Ed casually, not wanting to let the girl know that he had tattled on her. Ed blinked a few times, but stopped himself from turning around.
"What do you mean?" he questioned in a low voice. Al snickered a bit in response before standing with the help of his cane. He then pretended to 'just have noticed' Winry.
"Hey Winry, when do you think the pie will be ready?" This caused her to snap her attention back to reality, and she smiled and laughed nervously, afraid that she had been caught gazing at the elder Elric.
"About forty-five minutes, I just put it in," she told him, earning a small frown. It didn't surprise her though, he was probably very hungry, and he had been waiting for this for a long time. "Do you want something in the mean time?"
Al smiled once more, shaking his head. "No, I want to have plenty of room for this," he told her with a laugh. Winry nodded in understanding. Their small talk was interrupted by the phone, which Winry moved to go answer. Al held up a hand politely to stop her though. "I'll get it," he told her, moving as quickly as he could with a cane. This left Ed and Winry alone for the second time, and as much as Ed cared about his brother, he cursed his timing.
"I wonder who it could be," Ed mused, just for the sake of making conversation. He had so many things to say, but that was the only poetry that could spew out of his mouth. He had never felt so moronic.
"I don't know," she replied, "maybe Granny." She rubbed the back of her neck before going over to the couch that Ed was sitting on and shyly took a seat next to him. He visibly tensed as she did this. Things may have worked out for the best, but he was still the same Ed as before. "Ed," she began, hesitantly putting a comforting hand on his shoulder, "is something the matter? I would think you would be overjoyed, I'm making food after all." She figured joking would help, so a small smile graced her lips.
Her kindness was enough to make a smile appear on his features as he turned to face her. "I'm fine," he assured her, "I just have a lot on my mind." He paused, thinking of how to phrase his next question. "Are you alright?" Once again, his inability to speak intelligently grated on his nerves.
Winry's brows furrowed. He thought something was wrong with her? Had she been acting out of the ordinary? "Yeah, why do you ask?" She couldn't figure out why he would turn the concern on her.
"Well," he answered, clenching his fists and staring at them to avoid eye contact with Winry, "I'm sure you felt the effects of the Promised Day too." He was debating on whether or not to tell her how he had stopped it from happening. Sure, he was alright now, but he wouldn't be there at that moment if it hadn't been for the people that cared about him.
Winry nodded, folding her hands in her lap. It had been terrifying. She had felt like someone had been sitting on her chest. There was a breaking sensation from deep within her heart and then there was nothing. The last thing she had thought about was Ed.
He couldn't leave her in the dark anymore. She deserved to know. "What you, and the rest of Amestris felt, was a nationwide transmutation circle. You souls," he paused, closing his eyes, "were literally sucked out of your bodies." A small gasp erupted from Winry, her eyes wide and now facing him. He continued, still not able to face her. "After it happened, Father, who was the one that had caused it all, was all powerful. Al, Sensei, and I tried to destroy him, but it was no use. He could transmute without even moving. The Colonel was blind, so he couldn't assist us." He took in a deep breath, deciding to leave Hoenhiem out for now, though he would have to mention him very soon. "Everything seemed useless, and then the bastard showed us the people we cared about the most, lying lifeless on the ground." His voice shook and his fists trembled.
Winry sat there quietly, not quite understanding why he was telling her this. Everything was alright now, why did he seem so distressed? Had something happened? Was his mission not complete yet?
Seeing that she didn't have any intentions on voicing any questions yet, he went on. "After seeing that, I lost control. I ran towards him and abandoned any sense that I had left." He paused once more, the memories opening old wounds. "The last thing I saw was a single piece of jagged rock, piercing though me. After that, I was face to face with the Truth."
Winry covered her mouth with her hand, her mind unable to accept what she was hearing. He had been killed? So how was he sitting here now? "I-I don't understand, how is that possible?" she asked, voicing her thoughts to him. Her voice shook and her heart was pounding.
"I asked it why it had just openly accepted Father's request. It wouldn't answer me, so, I told the Truth to send me back, so that I could defeat Father. I even asked him if he would help, since Father was an imposter; a fake Truth. He told me no, but at the last second, he agreed to let me go back, but only because a price had been paid. I asked him what, but he didn't answer. The last thing he told me was that if I could defeat father, Al and I could have our bodies back, and the Colonel would get his sight back since it had unjustly been taken; Equivalent exchange." For the first time since he had begun his explanation, he faced Winry. "When I woke up, my wound was gone," he paused, "and so was Hoenhiem."
This chapter is a bit shorter than the first one, but I had to leave you on a cliffhanger, I'm sorry! I'm currently ill and haven't been to school for more than a week, so all I can do is sit in bed, so I might as well write more! Please comment!!!
Alright, chapter two, as promised! As for my other two stories, I've been lazy. I'll catch up on them too, just give me tiiiime~
OMG..... cliffhanger. I seriously gasped at the end!! This is getting better and better. Dude... it took Van HoHo? *sniff*-oh, wait, I just remembered I hate him. Can't wait for the next chappie!!!
lol, indeed, I hate HoHo as well, but you'll see what happened! I'm so glad your enjoying the story
Awesome, just like the first!!! Are you planning on doing a third part?