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15 August 2010 @ 02:36 am
Fic: "Finding Sunshine After Rain" (ch 2)  
I honestly couldn't wait to write this chapter.

Title: Finding Sunshine After Rain
Rating: PG-13 for now, but will be R in later chapters
Pairing: Edwin
Series: Anime 1, oddly enough. But there will be a few shout-outs to Brotherhood
Summary: In order to get revenge on the FullMetal Alchemist, someone sends Winry over to the other side of the gate and forces her to act like another Earth-lookalike of herself, but there's more at stake than just a broken heart...
Link to chapter 1






It was a long moment when both of them forgot where they were and could only look upon the other’s face. Trying, desperately, to confirm it and make sure it was not trick their minds played on them.

Winry gulped. He was taller now, his hair longer and kept in a ponytail…his face had gotten thinner, his shoulders broader…He had grown up.

But for him, she was exactly as he imagined…exactly as he saw her in those dreams of that other life. “Win…” he let out a gasp.

“What’s the holdup?” Someone came from behind Ed; someone else Winry know well. Alphonse stopped as he saw the person kneeling in front of his brother.

Winry couldn’t help but smile as she looked on him. Al…he wasn’t the kid she remembered, either. And he had finally cut his hair.

This was real.

Ed suddenly remembered he was holding her hand and helped pull her up, as the brothers continued to stare. She was about to say something when someone caught her eyes.

Someone was standing in the alley behind them. Someone who watched her with a smirk on his face. Someone who looked like his hands were in position to transmute the street below them if necessary.

Winry forced herself to look away. She felt her heart sinking, but she had no choice. She wouldn’t get Ed killed like this.

“Winry—” Ed began, but Al pulled him aside.

“Brother…” Alphonse looked away from Winry as he realized what was going on. She used the moment to quickly make sure the hair in front of her ears hid her earrings. She’d have to take them off as soon as she got a moment alone. “Winry…she’s back in Amestris…”

“But…she…” Ed turned back to her, as if trying to confirm something. But that sadness in his eyes said it all.

He had been so sure

“You know about the copies on this side of the gate,” Al spoke to him in a whisper, though Winry, straining her ears, was able to hear. “She’s not…” Even he wasn’t able to complete the sentence.

Winry’s fingernails dug into her palms as she saw “Smith” smirk and recede into the shadows. Ed was right there, right there! After three years, finally—!

Al’s words seemed to pull Ed together. He cursed once under his breath, then offered a very fake smile to her. “Sorry, Fräulien, I didn’t—I mean, I mistook you for someone else…”

“That’s okay.” She couldn’t look back at him—she didn’t want to see the crushed hopes in his eyes.

Why did he still try and act polite? “Do you, er…” Ed looked at her more closely. “Fräilien, are you okay?” Only now did he notice the ripped clothes, and the scratches. “Did someone hurt you?”

“I…” What could she tell him? “I don’t…”

“Madame!” Al called inside the bar. Ed seemed to get his idea.

“Come on,” he grabbed her hand again. “Madame is all right, we’ll get you cleaned up.”

“Huh—wait—!”

But she was dragged in anyway.

The bar was pretty empty this late at night. There were still a few drunkards lounging in tables in the dim corners of the room, with busty girls laughing as they brought him more ale. Up at the bar itself there was no one but a large, older woman with a mole under her lip, smoking a cigarette. “What’s this?” she asked as Ed and Al dragged Winry up to her. “Didn’t think you were in to picking up girls off the street, Edward—”

“It’s not that!” Ed said, trying not to look at this girl who looked so much like her. “She’s hurt!”

“Hmm?” Madame took notice of the injuries. “What happened to you, girl?”

“Um…” Winry glanced at both of the brothers. Alphonse was looking at her with pity in his eyes and Edward was trying to look anywhere but back at her.

Madame gave a sigh. “I understand if you don’t want to say. But you don’t have to worry—this is a safe place. We can protect you.”

It took a few seconds for it to click on what Madame was implying. “Uh, wait! It’s not like that! I just—” She had to think up a story now, or they were going to keep asking.

And she really didn’t want Ed to think of her as damaged goods.

“I…I can’t remember.”

“Hmm?” Madame raised an eyebrow. “Really?”

It was a lame excuse, and she was sure Madame didn’t believe her, but it was better than nothing. “I came to out on the street. I don’t know how I got like this.” Please, let her stop asking. Please, let Alphonse stop looking at me like that. And Ed…

Ed was still staring away in silence. She didn’t notice the way his hands were clenched into fists, and underneath his gloves, the knuckles of his human arm turned white.

But Alphonse had noticed.

“What’s your name, girl?”

“Uh…er…Wendy.” It was the first thing she could think of.

While Madame and Wendy continued to talk, Al came to stand next to his brother. “Are you okay?”

“It’s not Winry,” Ed answered.

“No, its not.” Al answered, matter of factly.

“Still…” Ed glanced back at this girl who looked too much like her, and the way her clothes were ripped and torn. “I didn’t realize this was how far all the anti-German violence would go!”

Al sighed, “She said she doesn’t remember. We don’t know it was that—”

Ed glared, clenching his teeth. “Just look at her. What else does it look like? Something like that shouldn’t happen to someone like her—”

“Someone like her?” Al gestured back to the girl. “You don’t even know her!”

Ed was about to retort, but then he stopped himself. Al was right. He didn’t know this girl, even if she looked and acted like the one girl he knew so well.

She wasn’t Winry.

No matter how much she resembled her…she wasn’t.

Damnit, after everything else they had to endure on this side of the gate, why did this have to happen?

“You boys can go on home now,” Madame told them. “I’ll take care of her.”

Ed opened his mouth, about to protest—but then he closed it when Wendy’s blue eyes met his.

She wasn’t Winry. There was no reason for him to stay.

“Right. I’ll…” And then he turned and left the bar. Alphonse gave a hurried apology and departed, finding his brother outside, looking at the spot where they had first seen Wendy.

“Brother?” Al asked, as Ed clenched his fists. “Are you okay?”

Ed was silent for awhile. And then… “I thought…I thought maybe…”

Al nodded. “It’s okay. I thought it was her at first, too. But this is the other side of the gate. And Winry is still back at home. She’s still safe.”

Ed clenched his teeth. “Yeah…still safe.” For all they knew.

“Are you going to be all right, Brother?”

Ed turned back to Al. Even though his brother was six years younger than him, he still understood him so well. He let out a breath and stepped out into the street. “Yeah.” It was just a shock, seeing someone who looked like Winry, that’s all. He’d get over it soon enough.

He’d have to.

“Yeah…besides, it’s not like we’ll ever see this Wendy or whatever she’s called again…”





Edward Elric threw off his trench coat as he plopped into one of the barstools the next night. “Hey, Madame, give me one of your usual—” He stopped when he realized the woman behind the bar was not Madame. He almost fell out of his chair.

Y-You?” he gasped and pointed as Wendy, now dressed in some low cut blouse and that floofy skirt that seemed popular with German girls, looked at him with the same amount of surprise.

Ed felt a whack on the back of his head. “That’s Fräulien Wendy, to you,” Madame huffed, carrying a tray of newly washed glasses and placing them behind the bar. “You treat my girls with respect.”

Girls?” He thought the slight blush on Wendy’s cheeks only encouraged the spreading redness across his.

“Well, it’s not like she had anywhere to go, so I offered her a job last night.”

“A job, huh?” he said, knowing well enough what jobs Madame offered around here.

“Not that kind of job, you pervert!” It was now Wendy who glared. “She hired me to help look after the bar.”

Ed eyed her with some suspicion. “Uh-huh.” Wendy flicked a wet rag at him, spraying him with water. “Hey!”

Wendy went over to wipe down more of the other tables, and Madame smiled, handing Ed his usual. “It’s a pretty good arrangement. She helps out down here and sleeps upstairs with the other girls. No real cost to me and I can make sure she’s looked after until her family comes to get her.”

“Her family?” Ed looked into the amber depths of his beer rather than look back at her.

“I assume she has family,” Madame shrugged. “She sounds like she just came off the boat and doesn’t know a thing about London. She didn’t even give a last name. In my opinion, she either really did forget what happened to her and what her name is, or…”

“There are worse things to lie about.” Ed remembered his own circumstances.

“I suppose.” Madame sighed, and looked away from Wendy. “Now where’s your brother?”

“He had homework. I told him to finish it before he came over here. Besides, a fifteen year old kid really shouldn’t be hanging out in a bar…if you could even call it that.” Ed rolled his eyes as one of Madame’s ‘girls’ waved bye to a guest she had been entertaining.

“Well, no more than a twenty one year old kid should be if he’s not looking to pick up any girls.”

The redness returned to Ed’s cheeks. “How many times do I have to say I’m not interested in any of your—!” He stopped when he heard her laugh on the other side of the bar. His treacherous eyes glanced just a moment to see her laugh as one of the drunks complimented her…and then she went on her way. Good.

No, wait—why did he care? This wasn’t Winry, even if the damn girl could apparently fight dirty like her. It’s not like she was his…Even though Winry had never really been his…

Resolving not to think about it, he gave a huff and took a long sip of his beer.

Madame, however, liked thinking about it. “Well, I’d say there’s one girl here you’re interested in.”

Ed coughed and sprayed his drink all over the counter. “What—what are you implying?”

“Hey! I just cleaned that!” Great. Her again. Wendy pointed her rag in his face as she glared, “It’s not like I don’t have plenty of drunks around here I have to clean up after, but don’t you dare make it worse for me, Edward Elric!”

He didn’t even realize how odd it was hearing her say his name, even though they had never been properly introduced. “Jeez woman, it was an accident—!”

“Well, maybe if you can’t handle your beer, you shouldn’t be drinking it!”

Now they both leaned in to yell at each other, “Hey! I happen to like it. Better than that murky tea shit the Brits are drinking—”

“Well, I’m sure none of that ‘murky tea shit’ gets you drunk—!”

“I’m not drunk!”

“Good, because I’d rather not have you chasing after me like the rest of them, tongues hanging out and trying to grab my—”

Who’s been trying to grab you?” Edward’s tone changed at once as he glanced around the bar and glared at anyone daring to look at the pretty girl now arguing with him. Winry now couldn’t help the faint pinkness in her cheeks, realizing that Ed was actually going to defend her honor.

“Hmm…” Neither of them noticed that they had been bickering in front of Madame until now. Knowing you had an audience did a lot for ending an argument. “Did you two know each other before?”

“No, of course not!” This time it was Wendy to be the first to protest.

“That’s—that’s right.” Ed stammered, though for a fake Winry she was very good at getting his temper up.

Wendy quickly cleaned the bar and hurried into the backroom, while Madame continued to look at Ed funny. “What?” he demanded.

“You know, for a girl you say you never met, you sure are protective of her.”

“I…” Well it wasn’t like he could explain what was going on here. “After what happened the other day, who wouldn’t be?”

Madame seemed to buy it, in any case. “I suppose.”

Though as she watched Edward continue to pretend he wasn’t looking at Wendy, she couldn’t help but crack a small smile. That boy hadn’t been happy in all the three years she’d known him, so maybe it was good if he could finally find someone he liked.





“I said I don’t want to go, Al!”

“Well, I do! And you’re being stubborn and will hardly let me go anywhere alone these days—”

“It’s for your own good!”

You went everywhere alone when you were my age! Now I want to go, and you’re going too!”

And thus, Ed was grumpily resigned to walking into Madame’s again the next night, though he wanted to be anywhere but there while she was still around.

“Hello, boys,” Madame smiled to them as they came in. “The usual, then?”

“I dunno…” Al thought as he sat at the barstool. “I might want to try something different…”

Ed was quick to glare at his brother. “No alcohol.”

Al rolled his eyes, “What, you think I want to be a drunk like you?”

“I am not a drunk!”

Madame looked at Ed for a moment, and then a mischievous smile came on her face. “Ed, if you don’t mind, could you help me out a bit in the back? I have a lot of glasses back there that were just washed and well, at my age…”

“Ugh…you were waiting to ask this, weren’t you?” Ed glared at her suspiciously.

Madame smirked, “Well, I knew a nice boy like you wouldn’t refuse a request from this old woman…”

“You’re not that old.” He muttered, getting out of his seat. “Fine, I’ll do it. But I want my drink on the house!”

“You act like I asked you to work for free,” Madame grinned as he left.

Well, this was not going to be fun, but there was a bright side. At least back here there would be a chance of seeing—

He stopped dead in his tracks as he entered the backroom. Wendy.

She nearly dropped the glass she was drying with a dishtowel. “What—what are you doing back here?”

It soon became clear just what Madame was up to. “Madame asked me to help you.” He said grudgingly, going over to the counter with the dozens of wet glasses lined up.

Don’t look at her, Ed. Just do this and the faster you do it, the faster you can get out of here…

“I could handle it myself,” Wendy said, finishing up with one glass and then picking up another one.

“Apparently Madame didn’t think so.” Ick, his gloves were starting to get damp.

And Wendy noticed. “You know, if you’re going to dry dishes, you could take your gloves off first.”

He set the glass down with a bit too much force and grabbed another one. “Don’t need to.”

“Well, you should; they’re going to get all wet—”

“I said I don’t need to!” Damn, this girl liked to push his buttons! Just like Winry…

“You’re still so stubborn,” she sighed, wringing out her sopping towel.

That made him look at her oddly. “Still?

“I meant that even though you’re grown up, you still act like a kid,” she said quickly, making sure to keep her gaze away from him.

“I do not.” Ed muttered back.

There was another minute of silence before Wendy asked, “So why are you here?”

“I told you, Madame asked me—”

“Not about that!” She grabbed for another glass. “I meant why you are here. Madame said you came here three years ago…”

It really wasn’t any of her business, some rational part of his mind thought. But another part of his mind—the part that kept confusing Wendy for Winry—felt at ease telling her about it. “My brother and I lived in Germany. We got into a bit of trouble with the local police and thought it was time to get out of there. So we came here. Only we didn’t really realize how seriously the British took all the stuff about—” He switched to English, “Defeat the Hun! Down with the Krauts!”

He noticed her looking at him funny. “What? Oh, sorry.” He should have realized she didn’t speak English.

“You had to learn another language, too?”

He shrugged. “We had to, to get by. Picked up a bit of French, too, when we were traveling there for a while.”

She paused a moment while setting a glass back in a cabinet. “It’s like you’re prepared for staying here forever.”

His eyes quickly glanced at her…good, she had her back turned, she wouldn’t notice he was looking. “We just do what we have to. It’s not like we’re here by choice…it’s not like we don’t want to go home.”

Funny how she didn’t come to get another glass though she had already put away the ones in her hand. “Do you miss it?” She was quick to add, “Germany, I mean.”

“Germany”, huh? “Yeah…I miss it. ‘Germany’…it was my home. I miss my hometown…my friends…and my family.” Though there was only one person now he regarded as “family”. “It’s all back there, and I’ll never see it again.”

“And you never thought about trying to come home?” Why did she sound like she was accusing him?

He threw the damp rag back at the counter. “I did try! For a while, every day I tried something! I think about getting back every day, but it’s getting to the point where it’s pointless—”

Now, she turned back at him, fury—and tears?—in her eyes. “It’s not pointless! Maybe there are people who miss you and want you to come back! People who are waiting—every day, waiting for some sign you’ll come home! Maybe there are people who would do anything to see you again, or just know you’re all right—!”

She got quiet as Alphonse walked into the backroom. He glanced at the two of them, from Wendy quickly wiping the tears from her eyes, and Ed who looked stunned at her outburst. Given the look on Al’s face, he had overheard a bit of what she’d said, too. “Um…Madame was wondering what was taking so long.”

“Right,” Ed said, picking up the last of the glasses and hurriedly placing them in the cabinet.

“What was that about?” Alphonse asked in a whisper as he and his brother hurriedly left the backroom.

“She asked me about whether or not I wanted to go home to ‘Germany’.” Ed shrugged. “Damn women are so over-emotional…”

But Al didn’t shake it off so easily, watching Wendy as she went to go clean up a recently abandoned table. “Uh-huh…”

“Come on, lemme get that free drink Madame promised me.”

Al noticed Ed was doing a very good job of staring at the wall and not at Wendy as she went around cleaning up the tables as people slowly trickled out as the night went on. Though Al did notice how Ed liked to pretend he wasn’t listening as other drunks tried to flirt with her…and the relief that settled in whenever she brushed it off to go on with her job.

Though he did turn around as he heard a certain exchange, “C’mon, if you’re one of Madame’s girls, a little tumble shouldn’t bother you…”

“Please let go, Sir. I’m not for sale.”

The drunk smirked as he grabbed on to her skirt. “Oh, right. I know how you all love to play hard to get…”

“I said let go!” Winry grabbed and pulled, but he wasn’t letting go.

His grin widened, “Oh you know you really want to play—”

The drunk was forced to let go as a strong, gloved hand grabbed his own, and two golden eyes full of fury glared at him. “She said she’s not for sale. Now leave her alone.

Winry couldn’t help the small flutter in her heart as Ed continued to glare at the other man. Ed…
But the drunk didn’t know when to take a hint. Smirking, he asked, “Why is she not for sale? Did you already buy her? She must be a nice piece—”

The man was cut off as a hard metal fist made contact with his face.

“Ed!” Winry cried, as grabbed the man’s collar and punched him again. “Ed, stop it!” She grabbed at his fist to keep him from hitting the man, and in the scuffle, the white glove covering his metal hand fluttered to the ground.

Only then did the fury cease in Ed’s eyes as he glanced at Wendy, who had very obviously seen his metal fist.

“Brother, you can’t just—!” Al had finally made his way over there, but the damage was done.

Madame was sighing and shaking her head as well, “Please don’t be beating up my customers, honey.”

Ed dropped the man with one last warning glare and picked up his glove. He noticed Wendy was still looking at him funny. Damnit…

“Go clean him up, will you dear?” Madame told to Wendy, and it was only then that Ed noticed the other man’s blood had gotten on his shirt.

Ed protested, “I don’t need any—”

Now, Madame lowered her voice, “I don’t like men who take advantage of my girls, but I couldn’t run a bar right if it didn’t look like I kicked you out after making such a mess, understand me, boy?”

Ed rolled his eyes. “Fine.”

Wendy sighed, “Come on,” and she pulled Ed into the backroom again.

“I don’t need you to clean me up,” Ed folded his arms in annoyance as Wendy went to get a wet towel.

“What, you think you look like a tough guy walking around with someone else’s blood on you? You need to control your temper—”

What he needed was for this girl to stop acting so familiar to him! “Look, it’s none of your business what I do—!”

Wendy raised a suspicious eyebrow. “Unless I’m mistaken, Edward Elric, you were protecting me back there.”

“That—that was—! I don’t like guys who can’t take no for an answer!” he said quickly, but she didn’t look like she believed him.

“Let me see your hand,” she asked, and he held out his human one. “The other one.” He didn’t move. “Didn’t you hear me? Let me see it, you may have scratched it—”

Why did she care about his metal hand? “Look, you—you already saw it, it’s any danger of being beat up, I take good care of it—”

“I doubt that,” she rolled her eyes. “Now let me—”

No!” He stepped back as she was about to grab for it. He was about to protest, when he noticed the slightly hurt look in his eyes. With a sigh, he thought he should explain, “This hand…its weird. You weren’t supposed to see it—I mean, not a lot of people around here have metal hands, all right? I have to kind of keep it out of sight…”

“I’ve seen a lot of weird things,” Wendy sighed, “Now can I at least see it? There’s no point in trying to hide it when I’ve already…”

He didn’t want to show her. An alternate Winry shouldn’t be interested in his automail. Only she could be interested in it…But somehow, that faint part of his brain that wanted so desperately for it to be Winry made him finally relent. He held out his fist, flexing his metal fingers. “See? It’s weird.”

“I don’t think it’s weird,” Winry smiled slightly, gently touching his automail fingers. And then she noticed, with a small gasp. “You take good care of it…it’s hardly scratched and you oil it every day…”

Ed couldn’t look back at her. This was all too similar… “Of course I take care of it. I need it to function well and…” He gulped. “Someone special made that for me.”

He didn’t notice the small blush on Wendy’s cheeks.

“I want to keep it in good condition. So if—when—I get to see her again, maybe she’ll be proud of me for how well maintained it is…” Blushing slightly as he realized what he was saying in front of Wendy, he said quickly, “Heh, pretty stupid, huh?”

“It’s not stupid,” Winry smiled. “I think that she’d be proud of you for taking such good care of it.”

But then they realized that they had stared at each other for far too long. “So, uh…” Ed hurriedly put his glove back on. “Don’t tell anyone about this, all right? Metal arms aren’t really common around here.”

“Of course not,” she said, hoping he didn’t notice the faint pinkness in her cheeks. “Now let me finish…”

Though she acted her part as Wendy, inside she was screaming, I’m right here, Ed!

Al gave a small knock on the door as he came in this time. “Are you ready to go, Brother? It’s late.”

“Yeah,” He glanced back, as if to say something to Wendy, but all he got out was, “Well…guess I’ll see you.”

“Yeah.” Why did she look disappointed?

Al continued to look back at Wendy with interest, but shrugged and followed his brother out the door.





“You’re still in love with her.”

Ed froze. He had only taken two steps into their flat when Al said the words. He glanced back at his brother, who shut the door and told him flatly, “Winry. You’re still in love with her, aren’t you?”

Five years ago, he would have protested at the top of his lungs that he never—and never would—feel that way about her.

Three years ago, he would have blushed and said they were just friends.

Now, he only looked away, keeping his silence.

“And now, because of Wendy, you’re—”

“It’s nothing.” Ed focused very hard at the table in the corner. “Just that Winry lookalike’s got me confused, that’s all.”

But Al knew him better. “Are you sure it’s not because no matter how much she may look like her, she never will be her?”

There was another awkward silence.

And then Ed muttered something like “Pathetic…” and left to hurry to bed.

Alphonse sighed and watched his brother go.

If only they could find a way out of this world and back home, then his brother would never have to be tormented like this.

If only that Wendy was actually the real Winry…





Not far from their flat, someone else smirked in the shadows. That girl took his threat to heart, and played her part well. Edward Elric was already suffering.

Now, it was time for him to start feeling true despair.
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(Anonymous) on August 15th, 2010 08:53 am (UTC)
this fic
Kyahh~ it's amazing Kit-chan! love it! :D oooooh the ANGST but like all Ed angst tis beautiful<3
Kit: Edwininulovinkit on August 15th, 2010 09:59 pm (UTC)
Re: this fic
Is it bad that I take way too much pleasure in making Ed angst?

Thanks for reading!
Barking at the windevil_little_dog on August 15th, 2010 02:09 pm (UTC)
Ed's over-protectiveness could get him into trouble.

If Winry and Ed keep getting thrown into back rooms together, I'd be surprised if Winry didn't let it slip who she is. I'm doubting the villain has listening devices and Ed's not too bad of an actor, after all.

Or maybe I'm just a sucker for 'on the run' stories. :D
Kit: Edwininulovinkit on August 15th, 2010 09:55 pm (UTC)
Well, Winry already has slipped up enough, and if Ed wasn't so willing to believe that it's not ACTUALLY Winry (because after Bones took so much pleasure in kicking him when he's down, it would be too much of a good thing if Winry suddenly showed up on this side of the gate) he would have guessed it by now. Subconsciously he knows its Winry, though.

You'd be surprised what the villain can do with his alchemy.

This won't necessarily turn into an 'on the run' story, but there will be moments when Ed and Win need to hide out for a while...
Barking at the windevil_little_dog on August 15th, 2010 10:41 pm (UTC)
I'm definitely looking forward to seeing what the villain can do....
zeowynda312zeowynda312 on August 15th, 2010 05:01 pm (UTC)
Ooooh, interesting. I love that they're still bickering and arguing. You'd think that Ed would pick up on SOMETHING at some point. And heck, maybe he will~

This is an awesome premise. I've read Winry-goes-through-the-gate fic before but nothing like this. And you're much better at keeping her in character than most writers. Can't wait for more!
Kit: Edwininulovinkit on August 15th, 2010 09:50 pm (UTC)
Well, subconsciously, Ed knows its her. That's why he keeps slipping up with being too overprotective and being obviously interested in her. But since the universe Bones Studio seems intent on kicking him, it would be too much of a good thing if it was ACTUALLY her...so of course he's more willing to believe its not the real Winry a lot easier than picking up on obvious clues. Though Al, however...

Thanks for reading!
Friendly ghostghostfriendly on August 15th, 2010 05:02 pm (UTC)
Very nice interaction, and a good idea.
Kit: Edo-kuninulovinkit on August 15th, 2010 09:58 pm (UTC)
Thanks for reading!
Yuuki Hikari: Toddlers in the Snowyuukihikari on August 15th, 2010 08:32 pm (UTC)
I'm glad you couldn't wait to write this chapter lol. Poor Winry, she has a natural repore(sp?) with Ed that results in behaviour around him she cannot disguise. That makes life so much worse for Ed... for the both of them.

Suppose it works in Winry's favour that she looked like she's been, hrm, 'taken advantage of' when she arrived - it kinda covers her for not talking about her past.

Look forward to more!
Kit: Edwininulovinkit on August 15th, 2010 09:58 pm (UTC)
They both can't help the fact that around each other, their UST resurfaces even if one is pretending to be someone else and the other thinks she's a totally different person. And this is why Ed angsts at night. :P

Yep. Winry's not happy that Ed thinks she's been raped, but if it keeps him from bugging her about personal things, she's not going to complain. Much.

Thanks for reading!
Icy: Ed Elricfotophreakgurl on August 16th, 2010 04:56 am (UTC)
Can't wait to see what Smith has in store! :)
Kitinulovinkit on August 16th, 2010 10:16 pm (UTC)
Thanks for reading! :)
alchemyotaku75: all things are possiblehaganeneko on October 29th, 2010 05:01 am (UTC)
Very nice interaction between Ed and Winry; both are very much in character!

Off to read the next chapter!