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He
turned the corner and dashed down the hallway. He spotted the opening in the
wall and paused. He slammed his tired body against the brick wall and fell to
the ground, he tried to catch his breath, but it kept getting away. He looked
up and saw the pink haired girl in the corner, nodding and whispering, “Go.”
Her legs gave way and she collapsed onto the floor. He clamped his eyes shut
and held his breath, then walked towards the opening. Slowly, he opened his
eyes to see a surprising sight. Edward collapsed to the floor. There, at the
other end of the room, stood Trisha Elric. Edward fell forward, and everything
went black.
His
eyes shot open. The ceiling seemed sickeningly closer every day. He felt tears
pour onto the soft feather pillow his head rested on, and he shut his eyes to
try to keep the tears in. It was no use, the river was pouring out again and
there was nothing he could do about it. Well, at least Winry wasn’t here. He
sat up and rubbed his head, looked down at his bed, and noticed the pool of
tears and sighed. He whipped away his tears along with his sadness and pain.
Edward rolled out of bed and hit the ground with a grunt. He sighed and stood
up slowly. The blond hair on his head swayed slowly and as he crept slowly
towards the bathroom.
Ed
stared into the mirror for several minutes. He had been having this dream for
the last few dreams. The name “Lyllian” flashed in his mind and he stumbled
back, hitting his head on the slick porcelain of his bathtub. He rubbed his
head and felt the thickness of the red liquid slowly exude out of his and
soaked into his long blonde hair. He kicked off his sock and kicked on the
shower. His clothes were soon drenched with the freezing cold water, and he
shivered. Who was this girl, this…Lyllian?
He shook his head and the water spread everywhere. He kicked off the shower and
sat in the water. The red tinted liquid sloshed against his clothes. He sighed
and stood up, and the sickening looking water dripped off his clothes. He
stripped out of them and threw on a robe. He washed his face and stared into
the mirror and watched the drops fall silently into the sink.
That’s
what his life was now, silent. The occasional burst in from Winry were his only
visits, she was the only person he saw these days since the military decided
they needed to house Al privately. So many people had found out about him that
the military marked his presence “unsafe.” He looked down and turned off the
sink. He looked up and saw the pink haired girl in the mirror’s reflection.
Edward
spun around in surprise. To his relief, the other side of the room was empty.
He slapped his forehead, “I need a roommate.”
He
finished cleaning up and changed into a pair of light jeans and a yellow
T-shirt. As he was pulling on his shoes, a knock came his door.
“Come
in Winry, it’s unlocked.”
The
door burst open and a 16 year old blond bounded in the room. The once silent
apartment was now full of excitement.
“So,
Ed,” Winry said, kneeling on the bed, “Are you ready? I can’t believe you are
getting a day off, you should, I mean you’re so stressed. We’re gonna have so much fun!”
Edward
smiled weakly and sighed. Winry stood up and walked on the bed towards Ed.
“Winry,
what in God’s—ah!” He screamed as Winry toppled over on top of him.
Edward
fell back and Winry lay on top, unconscious. He was afraid to move her, so he
shook her and whispered, “Winry,”
“Winry…”
He
began to raise his voice.
“Winry…
WINRY!”
She
sat up quickly, shoving her breasts right into his face. “What?!” she looked
down. “Oh… sorry…”
She
blushed and pulled away.
The
silence returned to the room. Edward packed his duffle bag and went up to the
depressed Winry, who was sitting on the bed with her head facing the floor. He
rubbed her had, messing up her hair and the two smiled.
“C’mon,
let’s go.”
He
helped her up and then pushed her towards the door.
“Hey,”
Winry turned and put her hands on her hips, “What did you do that for?”
He
grinned and said, “Get going!”
She
walked out of the room and Ed followed. He was about to shut and lock the door
when he said, “Wait, I almost forgot my racket. Go on to the car, I’ll meet you
there.” She walked down the steps and he walked back into the room. There, on
his bed, sat the pink haired girl.
“Wha—Who—…”
He sat there stunned, “Who…” The girl walked up to him and put a finger to his
mouth. “Shh.”
She
pressed her lips hard to his mouth, pushing him against the wall. He pushed
away, “What are you doing?!”
“Let
me introduce myself,” she took a few steps back, “I’m what your little military
buddy Mustang calls, a traitor, what your brother calls, a catastrophe, and
what your little General named, The Size Alchemist.”
“Size
alchemist…?” He questioned, “Wait, when did you see Al?”
“Shh,
I have the name Size, because… well…” She clapped her hands together and
grabbed her shoulders. He watched her shrink from 5’ to 1’ to 3”. Edward stared
as she enlarged back to 5’. She shoved him onto the bed. “I’ve always wanted to
meet the famous Fullmetal, but I never new he’d be so short and cute. You’re mighty
sexy, Edward, and that’s why—,” she paused as Winry honked the horn on Edward’s
car, “What was that?”
Edward watched her stare out
the window and rolled off the bed. He opened the door and dashed down the
hallway. When he thought he was far enough, he clapped his hands together and
slammed them on the metal railing, transmuting a tennis racket. He jogged down
the stairs and to his convertible.
“What
the hell took you so long?”
“Nothing,
couldn’t find my racket.”
He
grinned at her and started the car, then pulled out of the lot.
_ _ _
Winry
strutted out of the locker room in a tiny white miniskirt and a white T-shirt.
Her light blonde hair bounced left and right in the high pony tail. She had a
bright yellow headband pulling back any stray hairs. She stepped onto the court
and swung her racket back and forth.
“I
wonder where Ed is—” she stopped when she heard a groan. “Ed?”
She
looked towards the men’s locker room and called, “C’mon Ed, I’m the only one
here, and I’ve seen you in your
boxers.”
“Let’s
not remind me of that now.”
“It’s
a private court, no one will see.”
“Are
you sure?”
“I’m
pretty sure. We locked the gate.”
“O…Okay…”
He
stepped out and onto the court in a pair of white shorts and a white T-shirt,
exposing his automail. The exposed skin was bright red.
“Why…”
Ed mumbled, “Why did we have to play
tennis?”
“C’mon,
no one will see.”
Ed
changed instantly; he stood up straight, and looked at Winry.
“Well,
in that case,” he smirked, “Get ready to lose.”
“That’s
what you think, shorty.” She shot him an evil grin.
His
eyes turned dark and he threw the ball up in the air. He hit it hard into the
left court.
“You
should not have called me that.”
Winry
tossed him the ball, “Ooh, I’m sooooo scared.”
He
caught it and shot her another mean look. He sent it over, once again slamming
it into the left court, but this time, Winry dove after it and hit it back.
Edward back handed it into the right court and yawned as it bounced into the
corner. “Is that the best you can
do?”
She
snarled at him and slammed it down so it bounced up high, and he jumped up and
hit it back to her. It bounced twice and rolled into the corner.
“Ha!
See Winry? The Fullmetal always comes on top.”
She
frowned and said, “Well, this is only the first round.”
_ _ _
Winry
wiped her brown as the sun crept to the top of the sky.
“Well,
Winry, I guess we know who’s better!” He smirked and grabbed his arm while
flexing his muscle.
“Oh…shut
up. Just because you can transmute tennis balls and you can hit them and I
can’t, doesn’t mean you’re better.”
“Yeah…
just keep thinking that!”
She
stepped into the locker room and lay against the wall. Breathing heavily, she
stepped into the shower.
Meanwhile,
Ed was just walking into the locker room. He breathed heavily and turned to the
lockers, and there, crossed legged and drab in a white suit, sat Lyllian
Megami.
“That
wasn’t a very nice thing to do. You left me all alone in the empty apartment.”
She stood up and walked slowly up to him. “Maybe, you can help me to feel better.”
She grabbed his shoulders and pushed him up against the wall. She moved close
to him, but her lips but an inch from his and whispered, “You don’t realize how
much you need me.” She kissed him on the lips and pressed her soft body to his.
She
let go, and stepped back a step. “Your friend was right. You are stressed.”
He
stood there stunned, trying to collect his words. She leaned in again and he
pushed her back on her shoulders. “No… I… I can’t. Winry... she’s waiting, and
uh….”
“Okay,
I’ll stop. For your sake, anyway.” She sighed and leaned against a locker. “But
you owe me.”
She
stepped out of the locker room and turned towards the girls’ locker room. She
stepped in and saw Winry just stepping out of the showers. Winry didn’t notice
the other girl there and continued walking towards the lockers with a towel
around her body. She turned and stood behind the locker. She looked up and
jumped back when she saw the girl. “God… you scared me.”
“My
apologies. I just came in here to say that that friend of yours is mighty
sexy.”
Winry
gave a confused look, “Who? You mean Ed?”
“Yeah,
I do.” She pulled off her white jacket and tossed it over her shoulder. “And I
know, you secretly like him, but guess what.” She stepped closer. “He most
likely has the hots for someone better.” She looked at Winry. “Someone with a
decent body, anyway.”
A
dirty look blew across Winry’s face. “What did you say?”
“Your
body,” she paused, “it sucks.”
Winry
rounded the corner, now in jeans and a bra.
“So,
you think your better,” she said, “Than me?”
“Yeah,
I think that’s what I’m sayin’”
She
mumbled under her breath, “Doubt it.”
“Well,
I’d love to stay and chat, but that train that comes over your flat curves is due any minute.”
Lyllian
walked out of the room, grabbing her jacket on the way, leaving a stunned 16
year old blonde.
_ _ _
“Ed,”
Winry asked on the ride home, “Do you think I’m flat chested?”
Edward
screeched the car to a halt, “WHAT?”
“Do
you think I’m flat chested?”
“Uh…
Winry… I really think you should ask someone else—”
“ANSWER
THE QUESTION!!!!!!”
“Uh…of…course
not.”
Winry
Rockbell smirked.
_ _ _
Edward
stepped into his apartment and shut the door behind him. He laid on his bed and
looked at the ceiling. He looked to his right and saw Lyllian.
“Your
parlor tricks don’t excite me anymore.” He sat up. “But, I would like to know
how you’re completely ignoring the laws; A Philosopher’s Stone, maybe?”
“Settle
yourself; no, I don’t have the stone.”
“Well,
then what the hell is going on here?!”
“Technically speaking, Edward,
I am a living Philosopher’s Stone.’
He
stared at her.
“Let
me tell you. I was helping in the making of the base of a Philosopher’s Stone,
orders of the Brigadier General. I was being very careful to follow all the
rules, but, for some reason, when I told them I was finished, they took me and
shoved me into a jail cell. They knocked me out and when I awoke I was in a
dark basement. I knew I was going to be killed to be made into a stone. One by
one they were killing off the men in the room. I took the chains that were on
my hands and scratched them up and down on my wrists until they bled and I
rubbed my finger over it. I drew a transmutation circle over the chains and
broke free. I slipped out of the cell and tried my best to get away. I ran and
then tripped into the base. The feeling was… unbearable.”
She
shivered as Edward looked at her. “Is this the reason you are so angry?”
She
nodded, “I just can’t believe that something like this could happen to someone
like me. The only reason I cooperate with the Military it because they house
me, but I just hate it there.”
“Well,
I guess…” He looked away.
“You
guess what?”
“Uh…
well, I guess you can live here, with me.”
“Oh
my god, are you serious?”
He
nodded, “Yeah. But no raping me while I’m
asleep!”
She
blushed and said, “Yeah…uh, right.”
“Now,”
he said, reaching for the remote. “I’m going to watch TV.”
She shrunk down to three
inches. “Right.”
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