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30 September 2010 @ 01:24 am
Fic: Finding Sunshine After Rain (ch 4)  
Time to introduce my favorite character. Hee~

Title:
Finding Sunshine After Rain
Rating: Bumping it up to R
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...
chapter 1 chapter 2 chapter 3

A little note: the movie Ed and Win see isn't a real movie. I searched high and low for a silent movie that would have been out in 1926 or a little before that with a plot similar to what I was going for, but I found only one (from 1924) that could have possibly maybe have worked, but since the plot didn't exactly match up and the dates were wrong, I just made up a plot for the movie they see. The history major in me is frowning in disgust.





“Ugh,” Ed muttered, rubbing his hand along his sore back. “I think they ripped out half my muscle back there when they were cleaning it.”

“It’s probably just the alcohol they used,” Al shrugged, as they walked down the steps of the hospital. “It’s gonna sting for a little while.”

While Al offered his condolences, Wendy kept silent, staring at the steps as they descended. Ed glanced back at her for only a moment; when she noticed, he looked away.

Al continued, “Still, it’s a good thing you weren’t scraped up too badly. It might have been worse if—”

“If I didn’t warn you?” A voice said in English. All three looked around, and suddenly, someone jumped down right in front of them. Wendy gave a small gasp in surprise, while Al looked back at the hospital entrance. He must have been sitting on that little part of the roof where it jutted out in front of the entrance…but why would he do that?

The man who stood there was unlike any they had seen. He was a bit shorter than Ed, with long black hair in a ponytail, pale skin, and slanted eyes. He wore a shirt made of blue silk (that was open to reveal his chest, for some reason) and white silk pants. And was that a sword at his belt?

Ed raised an eyebrow. “Chinese, huh?”

The Chinese man grinned. “That’s right. And given your annoyed mood, I’d say you’re German, am I right?”

“What’s your point?” Ed growled back.

The man gave a shrug. “I just wondered why someone would go to the trouble of trying to blow you up yesterday, that’s all.”

Ed folded his arms and regarded him carefully. This guy knew enough that he must have been there the other day, but why would he wait ‘til now to reveal it? “What’s your name?”

The Chinese man only gave a grin and opened his eyes slightly—something about that only made him look more sinister. “What does my name matter, anyway? Everyone here just calls me ‘Chink’.”

Ed rolled his eyes. “If you’re gonna be that way, then my name’s Kraut.” He gestured towards Al. “This one’s Little Kraut.”

“And the other one is Mrs. Kraut, I take it?”

Ed glared. “Fräulien Wendy.”

There was a laugh. “Fine, I see how it is. If you must know, I do have a name. It’s Lang.” He stretched out a hand. “But keep that under wraps if there are any immigration officials around.”

Ed hesitated, but took Lang’s hand in the end. “Edward Elric.” Though Ed couldn’t really explain it, as he took Lang’s hand, he felt a rush of déjà vu.

Weird.

“So you saw what happened yesterday, did you?” he asked, hoping this would at least explain why this guy seemed so familiar.

Lang nodded. “I had been wondering if you had been badly injured. It looked pretty nasty.”

Ed shrugged. “It didn’t kill me, so what does it matter?”

“It matters because you might get killed next time if you can’t tell a bomber’s there next time.”

“There won’t be a next time! I’ll take care of it—”

Lang folded his arms and looked at him skeptically. “Really? Because you don’t seem to be doing a very good job of it so far.”

Ed couldn’t think of anything to say to that; he could only glare in what he hoped was a menacing way.

“You might need some help if you mean to take care of yourself—and your woman there.”

Ed snapped, “I said I don’t need—Wait a minute! She is not my woman—!”

Grinning, Lang walked up to Wendy, who looked very confused. “She’s not? Then you don’t mind if I introduce myself, do you?”

Ed pushed Lang away from her, mentally making a list of all the things he could do to this man if he still had his alchemy. “Yeah, I do mind!” He switched back to German and looked back at Alphonse and Wendy. “He’s just an idiot. Let’s go.”

As he brushed past Lang, the Chinese man whispered, “You would have done well to take my advice, Edward Elric.”

“I can handle myself,” he said stubbornly, turning and walking away without another thought. Though his head told him this man was an idiot who didn’t know what he was talking about, his gut protested. There must be a reason this Lang guy said all those things, right?

And he still couldn’t shake off that weird sense like he had met him somewhere before…

Still, did it matter? He hoped he’d never have to see him again.





Unfortunately, the universe liked making him deal with idiots. As Ed stepped into Madame’s bar, he was met with a cheerful, “Hello! I was wondering when you’d get here!”

Ed could only stand in shocked silence for a few seconds, until he managed to burst out, “What are you doing here?!

Gleeful as ever, Lang sat at the bar, eating the remains of a bratwurst and dumplings. “I wondered how long it would take you to get here,” he said with a smile.

It took all of Ed’s self control not to hit him. “ Answer the question. What are you doing here?”

“Oh, I thought I’d give some of this German cuisine a try!” he jammed another forkful of bratwurst in his mouth. “It’s very good—not at all like what we have back home. I told Madame to put it on your bill—”

That was it. Ed grabbed Lang by the collar and pulled him out of the chair, getting a satisfying urk! in return. “Get out!”

Lang shrugged. “But before I do, did you know that you were followed on the way home?”

“I know that now.”

“No, not me.” Though Lang was still being dragged out, with the way his eyes opened slightly in a sinister gesture, Ed wasn’t sure who exactly was in charge anymore. “Someone else. If I’m right, it was the very same one that bombed you the other day.”

Ed froze. Wait…but wasn’t the immigration office bombed because of anti-immigrant sentiment? Why would the bomber bother to…?

Unless it wasn’t terrorism the bomber was after.

Taking advantage of the slight slack in Ed’s grip, Lang rose up, cricking his neck. “Tell Madame thanks for the meal. And if you ever need to talk, all you have to do is ask.”

Ed stared. “Ask where?”

Lang grinned back. “Just ask.” He turned towards the doors, waving slightly, “See you around, Edward Elric.”

Madame, snickered as she came to clear Lang’s plate. “You have interesting friends.”

“He’s not my friend.” Ed muttered, taking his usual seat at the bar.

“Well, either way, his bill still needs paying,” she smirked, holding out her hand.

Ed muttered a few choice words under his breath and pulled out his wallet. He really hoped whatever “help” Lang was offering would be worth it in the end.





There was a gasp as Ed jerked awake; blinking and panting heavily as he realized it had all been a dream.

A really good dream.

With a groan, he sat up, running his metal hand through sweaty tendrils of hair. It had been a dream about her.

He rested his sweat-soaked forehead in his hands, while closing his eyes and trying to remember what scraps of dream he could.

She had been there, laughing and smiling; reaching a hand out and beckoning him towards her. He chased her through the green, endless fields of Resembool. Her dress billowed and her hair streamed out all around her as she ran. Her laughter was like church bells, and with a grin, she turned back and let him catch her.

But as two flesh arms wrapped around her and she gave a playful shriek, they fell off balance. Over and over they tumbled down the hill, around and around until at last, they came to rest at the soft grass at the bottom. Though it had hurt a bit, they still laughed at the silliness of it all.

Until the laughter stopped, replaced by warm, loving smiles. Her hands came to tangle in the hair near his scalp as he suddenly kissed her…her lips soft on his…It was only a dream be he swore he could almost taste her and feel her warm, beautiful body under his…

Then the dream changed.

She sat atop him, breasts heaving and slicked with sweat, mouth open and gasping as she thrust down again and again and again.

His eyes were slits as he watched her, barely able to keep them open but he wanted to see…wanted to see all of it—

His hands went to her sides, stroked her soft skin, then up to her breasts…

He let out a gasp as she did something that felt good—Oh so fucking good—

She smiled, watching him writhe under her, and then she moved one more time and—

Her hair that was up in the usual ponytail cascaded to fall down around her shoulders. Her earrings—the ones he gave her long ago—were now missing. She was clothed in that white off-the-shoulder blouse and red, floofy skirt and her smile now turned sinister and eerie and—

Ed shivered even as he remembered it. Wendy. It had been Winry, but suddenly it turned to Wendy and then he couldn’t take it anymore.

Wendy wasn’t Winry. There was no reason he should be dreaming those dreams about her.

With a sigh, he swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up, heading towards the one bathroom on the floor. This whole situation was so fucking messed up…





It was very awkward the next day when Ed and Al went to Madame’s. Just thinking about Wendy sent redness back to his cheeks remembering that dream from the night before.

It was just a weird dream. He told himself, staring into his mug of beer. It doesn’t have to mean anything. Just a weird…

“So, have you thought about Wendy lately?”

Ed froze and was very glad he hadn’t been in the middle of taking a sip when his brother said that. “Wha—what?

Al raised a curious eyebrow, and then explained. “You know, she was really upset the other day when you got hurt. She looked after you while you were still in the hospital. You should do something nice to thank her.”

Ed stared. “I should?”

“Yes, you should.” Al leaned in and lowered his voice. “Unless you’re planning on going back and treating her like crap again.”

“I’m not!” And for once, in a discussion about Wendy, he was being honest. “I just don’t know what to do.”

“If you want my advice,” Al took a sip of his cider and continued. “You should be nice to her. It’s about time you got a girlfriend.”

Al!” sputtered Ed, red in the face.

“Well, it is.

He spoke through his teeth. “I don’t want—I don’t want a girlfriend! I want—” Winry.

Al seemed to read his mind. With a sigh, he said, “You know there’s no guarantee that we’ll ever find a way back.”

Ed fired back, “Are you saying I should just give up—?”

“No, but what I’m saying is…” Al glanced back, making sure Wendy wasn’t in earshot. “I know how you feel, but it’s been three years since Winry’s even seen you. She probably thinks we’re never coming back. She might have already moved on. What if you wait for her and by the time you get back, she doesn’t feel the same? Then you’ll feel worse than you do now.”

“You are telling me to give up,” Ed glared back at him.

“I’m telling you not to deny yourself something you want just because you’re obsessed with something you can’t have.”

I—!” But Ed couldn’t finish.

Al was right.

He just didn’t want to admit it.

“Not going to spill anything today?” Wendy came up to him, clearing off other glasses left on the counter.

“Not planning on it,” muttered Ed, trying very hard to look away. Just one look at her in that outfit brought back flashes of his dream, and he’d rather not think about it while in her company.

Al noticed he wasn’t looking at her, and nudged him. “What?” Ed hissed. But the knowing look in Al’s eyes as he glanced from Winry back to him made Ed realize what he was going on about.

“I’ll be right back,” Al smirked, leaving the table and the two very much alone, though Ed tried to pretend he didn’t know why Al was doing all of this.

There was silence for a minute. And Ed was feeling like he wasn’t the only uncomfortable one here. Finally, Wendy managed to get out, “Are you feeling better?”

“What?” He had been so busy focusing on his mug that he honestly hadn’t heard her.

She also was not looking at him. “You just got out of the hospital the other day. Are you feeling any better?”

He shrugged, “I guess.” It’s not like his back still didn’t hurt, but he wasn’t going to say that to her. She looked worried enough.

“That’s good.”

There was silence again. Ed wished there was something he could say to break the silence, but at the same time, he was afraid to. Talking with Wendy reminded him all too much of talking with her. It was getting very difficult sometimes to remind himself that they were two different people, if that dream was any indication.

But she wasn’t Winry. And he had to keep reminding himself of it.

He was afraid of what might happen if he did forget…

“I was worried, you know.”

“Hmm?” Ed looked back to her. She had her back turned as she wiped up behind the counter, but he could hear the hesitation in her voice.

“When you were hurt…there was a lot of blood and you hit your head pretty hard…And you did it protecting me…”

Was he blushing? He felt like it… “Don’t—Don’t worry about it! I just kind of jumped in and I didn’t want to see you hurt!” He was about to add that he’d never want to see her hurt, but he quickly reminded himself that she Was. Not. Winry!

Even if she looked like her…talked like her…acted like her…and when she was in danger he thought—

Oh crap! Did he call out Winry’s name when he jumped in front of her? He did, didn’t he? Oh crap—how could he explain that—how would he explain that… “You look like a girl back in my other world that I’m in love with. And I’m so damn confused that sometimes I have trouble telling you apart and I’m afraid I might be falling for you because I’m still in love with her and you’re just a replacement.” Right.

Maybe she didn’t notice. That was possible. Winry kind of sounded like Wendy. A little bit. He could just pretend that he misspoke if she ever brought it up. That would work.

Or maybe she wouldn’t bring it up. “Thanks for that, by the way. Saving me, I mean.”

“I didn’t want to see you hurt,” he repeated stubbornly.

Now she turned back to him, frustrated look on her face. “What?

She rolled her eyes. “This is when you say ‘You’re Welcome’.”

Who the Hell says ‘Your Welcome’ after someone thanks you for saving their life? I’m not the idiot Colonel! “I just didn’t want to see you hurt!” He shrugged, in what he hoped was an irritated manner.

She flicked her washcloth at him. “Don’t you know anything about being polite? Jeez! I’m up all night the other night because I’m worried and it was my fault you got hurt in the first place, and then when I try to say thanks for you risking your life, you can’t even say—”

While she was ranting, something she said clicked in his brain. She really was up the whole night because she was worried? Wait, it wasn’t her fault…and she does feel bad about it and…

Then he remembered what Al had said, and blurted out without thinking, “Wannagotoamovie?”

That got her to shut up.

And stare at him with blue eyes as wide as saucers. “What?”

Crap. He felt his face blush red. “Uh…er…Sorry you were so worried. I mean…” He ran his hand through his hair in a nervous gesture. “You were worried and I’m sorry and it’s my fault you were worried and you said you wanted to see a movie but you can’t because you don’t speak English and I speak English and I could translate if we went…together…and…awww, shit!” He couldn’t even say it right! “Just…you know. Because you said you wanted to go. Just something nice. Something friendly…ish. Sorta. Maybe. Notadate.”

Now her face was starting to look a bit flushed. “You want to…take me to a movie?” She raised an eyebrow, as if wondering whether or not this assumption was the wrong one.

He turned back to snap, “Go to a movie. Let’s go to a movie. Together. I’m not taking you. We’re going. As friends. Because it would be nice—Damn it! Not nice! Not nice like that! Just…doing something nice. As friends. Just friends.”

She still stared at him, but after a moment, she shrugged and seemed to go with it. “All right, if you insist. We’ll go. As friends.”

“Right.” He nodded. “Friends.” And he took a swig of his beer as if to set it in stone.

He just didn’t notice the secret smile on her lips as he did it.




This movie was stupid.

Stupid, and totally cheesy.

Every time the audience laughed or sighed whenever a title card was brought up, Ed rolled his eyes and sometimes, felt like he was going to vomit from all the sugary romantic crap. Damn it, that poster looked exciting! Adventurous! And here was stuck in another romantic comedy shit with only one fight scene!

Calm down, Elric. This movie isn’t for you. This is for Wendy.

He had to translate quickly so she wouldn’t be lost in the action, but he hadn’t realized…in the planning of this that there were certain…logistics…involved in translating a title card from English to German in the middle of a packed theater so others around wouldn’t hear. It involved a lot of leaning in close…close enough that he could smell her hair and while it did smell kind of nice, he had to focus on the task at hand.

A task that involved whispering what was going on into her ear. And in a movie like this, it was a lot of romantic lines. Whispered. Into her ear.

Thank God it was dark in here, or Ed would never be able to live it down.

The movie itself was the same old tired plot he had thought he heard of a book once—a princess runs away from an evil witch, going to another country and ends up setting herself up in the new castle as a maid. But at night, she pulls out her old gown (How did she keep that gown that she fled into the woods and across rivers with so damn clean?) and dances at the ball. The prince sees her and falls in love with the mysterious princess every night, too stupid to realize that the girl that cleans his rooms each day is the same person. You idiot, they look exactly the same! All she does is let down her hair and put on a servants uniform and change her name! What’s wrong with you?

And now, finally, the prince was starting to figure it out. The princess, still dressed as a maid, pulled out the ring she had worn the last time she danced with him under the stars. The prince said something, and the title card came up. Ed leaned over and whispered into Wendy’s ear his dialogue, “‘I can’t believe it…it was you all along!’ Yeah, that’s because you’re an idiot…”

More title cards as the princess spoke. “‘I wanted to tell you for so long, but I was afraid…I was afraid you wouldn’t accept me.’ Honestly, the way he was staring at your boobs should have tipped you off that he wouldn’t care. What a bunch of—”

“Ed, just tell me what it says!” Wendy hissed back. “I don’t need your commentary!”

He pouted for a moment as the prince and princess embraced. He liked his commentary. Besides, this movie was way too sappy to watch with a straight face. “Okay, here we go,” he rolled his eyes as another title card popped up and the orchestra swelled. “‘I can’t live my life without you, sweet princess! We must get married at once!’ Uh-huh.” And here came another one. Ed yawned and continued in monotone, “‘My fair prince! Let us never spend another day apart!’ This is gonna make me sick…”

And then the prince held his princess closer and whispered something in her ear. The title card came up again and this time Ed opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out.

“Ed? What did he say?” Wendy asked, but Ed was still trying to figure out how to get it from his brain down to his mouth.

“Uh…you know…sappy crap,” he said, cheeks flushing up.

“But what—?”

“Oh look, it s finally over!” Ed pointed at the The End title card that popped up as the prince and princess had a passionate kiss. “Come on; I don’t want to be seen coming out of this movie.”

Wendy rolled her eyes and sighed, standing up as he jumped out of his seat and made a beeline for the exit.

Whispering sappy shit into her ear was embarrassing enough. But when the prince had whispered into the Princess’ ear “I love you”, well…it was too much.

Not too much because he was embarrassed about saying it to Wendy, or anything, it was because—Because he really didn’t like the romantic lines that the prince kept spouting off anyway, and there came a point where it was too nausea-inducing for him to care about exact wording and if Wendy knew what he said she wouldn’t care either and there really was no point saying that because the prince had been obvious about what he meant, so why would he need to translate that when there was no point

“So, that was…interesting,” Wendy said as they pushed out the doors of the theater to the slick sidewalk. The sun had set and it looked like it rained a little since they were inside.

“You liked it?” Ed wrinkled his nose in disgust.

She rolled her eyes. “I said it was interesting, I didn’t say I liked it—too cheesy for my taste.”

Ed folded his arms across his chest, “Least we can agree on that. That princess should have punched him or something once he said that ‘You are the sun, and you brighten my world’ crap. I dunno any woman who would put up with that.”

Wendy gave a small laugh. “I don’t know of any either, but the princess wasn’t much better—‘Oh, my love, you are my very soul, my life!’ Come on!”

They both gave a chuckle, and for the first time in the past few days, Ed felt relaxed enough to keep a conversation with Wendy.

She wasn’t Winry, but she was nice to talk to.

Sometimes.

“Nah, the prince was worse. How did he not notice that the princess and the maid were the same person? An idiot could have figured it out! It was too damn obvious, especially when she kept slipping up....”

He looked over to her, expecting her to laugh at the prince’s stupidity. Instead, she was looking at the sidewalk, the smile that was on her face seconds ago having vanished. “Yeah, you’re right…he should have noticed. It would have made everything a lot easier.”

What…?

“Something wrong?”

She shook her head and looked back up at him, forcing a smile. “No, I was just thinking, that’s all.”

He was tempted to ask what exactly she was thinking about, but she distracted him before he could. “Ed, is that…?” She pointed to a busy building across the street. It was large, and there were many couples standing about outside, smoking and talking. Jazz music floated out of the doors towards them.

He groaned. “Yeah, it’s one of those dance halls, but it’s a pretty small one and—Wait a minute—!” But she was already heading over there. He gave another groan and followed her, knowing he was going to regret it.

The hall was dimly lit and smoky, as women in beaded dresses and men in casual suits danced to the jazz band in the corner. Amongst the swaying beads, flirtatious laughter and smooth jazz chords, both of them looked very out of place. The women spun around and around as the men went to catch them, each humming along to tunes they knew well.

For a moment, Ed glanced at Wendy, unsure if she really was going to make him do this…

Though even she raised her eyebrows at the scene, “On second thought, let’s not.”

He sighed in relief. “Good.”

They turned and made their way out, but someone noticed them. “Hello there!” A tall man with brown, slicked back hair and a sparkling smile grabbed Wendy by the hand, “Care for a dance, darling?”

She stared. He had said all this in English.

Ed growled, stepping between Wendy and the newcomer. “She’s not interested,”

Well, she certainly wouldn’t be, since she couldn’t understand him anyway. Besides, this guy smiled way too much. And he only spoke English. And he looked like an idiot. And he was probably drunk. Wendy shouldn’t be around someone who was drunk all the time.

Well, drunk all the time without a good reason. He quickly corrected himself.

The man’s smile faded. Probably noticed the German accent, Ed thought. “She’s not?”

“No, she’s not.” Ed grabbed her by the hand and made a point of saying in German, “What is it with all these idiots these days? Let’s go.” They left the dance hall quickly, without a look back to the man.

They later laughed about it. “What is it with only drunk guys being interested in me?” Wendy asked, as they walked down a road by the river.

“Not just drunks,” Ed muttered. He had noticed a few other men looking at her. Looking at her like they were more than interested. If he was with her at the time, he’d give them a glare and then they’d back off, but he knew he couldn’t be with her all the time to send them off. What if he wasn’t there and some guy came up and—and—propositioned her? What would she do? Would she accept?

No, no, she wouldn’t accept, she was too smart for that…

Wasn’t she?

The road took a curve near the docks, and it led to a gravely bank right up on the river. For a moment, Ed and Wendy looked at each other, and shrugged. They could stay out a little longer before Madame would start to get worried.

Well, in Ed’s opinion, considering the type of business she ran, she wouldn’t care even if Wendy came back the next morning, but having an imaginary curfew was good. It imposed limits.

As they sat on the bank and stared out at the faint lights twinkling across the Thames, Wendy said, “Wish I knew a little English. Then I’d be able to give a few of those guys a piece of my mind.” She smoothed the back of her tight blue skirt as she sat down, trying to keep some of the rougher rocks from scratching it.

Ed shrugged, “If you know German, it’s a bit similar.” He was about to say he could teach her, but the She is Not Winry! Hammer hit him over the head again, and he got quiet quick and looked towards Tower Bridge, lit bright in the night.

“It is?” She took a small pebble next to her and threw it into the river—it skipped on the dark waves before plopping below the surface. “I’ve heard a bit of English, and I never noticed.”

“Well, you notice once you start learning it.” He shrugged, and now he chanced a look back at her. “It’s easier to pick up than you’d think.”

She turned to him with a little smile. “All right then, Mr.-Know-It-All. How easy is it?”

He smirked back, “Well for a genius like me, it was a cinch. For you, though, it might take a lot longer—”

“Hey!” She flicked him on the nose, and he could only laugh. “If you’re so smart, then teach me. I want to know you to call you an idiot in English, too.”

“Can’t do that, then you’d be yelling at me in two languages—”

“You’d deserve it.”

“Maybe, but let’s start with the basics.” He couldn’t help but smile a little bit—it was nice that he got to lecture her for a change. She was always the one to put her hands on her hips and yell at him, even when they were kids…“Guten Tag is ‘Good Day’.”

She stared. “It’s what?

“Just what I said. ‘Good Day’. Or you know, ‘Good Day, Mr. Elric, how can I be of service?’”

She gave him a glare, “Are you making fun of me?”

He just gave a chuckle. “Try it.”

She narrowed her eyes in concentration and said, “‘Gudt Daye’?”

“Little better, but it’s more of a ‘Goood Daay.’ Brits like to draw it out.”

“Hmmm ‘Guhd Daayy’?”

Ed couldn’t help but snicker at her horrible pronunciation, and she smacked him. “I’m trying!”

“I know,” he continued to laugh. “You’ll get it soon enough. How about another one?”

She glared at him, “Fine. But if you laugh at me at this time, I’ll give you a ‘Guhd Daay’.”

“I bet you will,” he grinned. “‘Thank you’. That’s Dankeschön.”

She gave him a little knock on the chest. “Yeah, it’s something you’re always forgetting—”

Didn’t he know it; she would brain him with a wrench if he forget to say it after she fixed his automail. “Maybe if you can learn to say it right, I’ll try saying it more often.”

She gave him a wicked grin, “You’d better keep that promise, or I’ll call you on it.”

"You would, wouldn't you?”

She rolled her eyes and then tried, “Okay…‘Thuke Yu’?”

Ed resisted the urge to laugh. “Close, try again.”

“‘Thahnke Yew’?”

“Try a bit longer on the ‘ooooo’.”

“‘Thaunke Yooooooooow’ Is that what you wanted, Mr. English Professor?”

“You’re not doing it right.” The desire to mess around with her and the need to have things the way they were supposed to be were starting to get at odds with each other. He reached out with his metal hand and gently touched the sides of her mouth to get them the proper ‘O’ shape. “You’ve got to do it like that. ‘Thank Yoooouuuu’.

“‘Thank Yuuuu?’ It’s really weird…” Her eyes met his as he didn’t let go.

“You’ve almost got it, try again.” He kept a close eye on the shape her lips made; it was an important part of proper pronunciation…

“‘Yooooou’.”

“Closer. Try it a bit faster now. ‘You’.”

“You.” She finally made the proper ‘O’ shape with her lips and kept it there.

“Yeah, just like that…” he said as he felt her fingers reach up to touch his mouth just the same way. “With the…‘ooooo’ sound…”

“‘Thank You’…”

There was a moment when they both stared at each other, touching each others' faces with their lips still puckered in that ‘O’ shape.

Then that moment passed as Ed’s fingers traced down to her chin, to lift her face up so her lips met his.
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Christina Seaystina006 on September 30th, 2010 07:14 am (UTC)
Lang
as soon as i read the word 'sword' i couldn't stop giggling for five minutes XD
the teaching english part was so adorible! "oooooo" lol
Kit: FullMetalinulovinkit on September 30th, 2010 12:37 pm (UTC)
Re: Lang
Lang likes his sword.

That scene. Took forever. D: Glad you thought so.
allykatty1allykatty1 on September 30th, 2010 08:21 am (UTC)
Ling/Lang FTW!!! :D

And that last scene was pretty cute. You just HAD to end it right there, didn't you? Lol! XD
Kit: Dancing Ling!inulovinkit on September 30th, 2010 12:39 pm (UTC)
I honestly couldn't resist it. :P He's going to get pretty important later on in the story.

Yes, yes I did. Originally it was longer and ended with much angst, but I thought I might as well end a chapter on a happy note for once, even if there will be angst later.
allykatty1allykatty1 on September 30th, 2010 06:15 pm (UTC)
Well, I look forward to the pending angst. ;)
clewilan: OMFGclewilan on September 30th, 2010 08:18 pm (UTC)
I love how your "few shout-outs to Brotherhood" turn out.
Kit: Dancing Ling!inulovinkit on September 30th, 2010 08:28 pm (UTC)
Heh. Ling was too good not to use.

Thanks for reading!
clewilan: Totoroclewilan on September 30th, 2010 08:34 pm (UTC)
He was my massive argument to make a first season watcher read the manga, and I'm still amazed by the fact that absolutely everyone seems to like him.

Thank you for writing ;D
Kit: Dancing Ling!inulovinkit on September 30th, 2010 08:36 pm (UTC)
Because he wasn't in it was the reason I never liked the first anime. (Except for the movie. Because I think anime!Nazis are funny for some reason).

Of course they like him! It's LING! He's the only funny thing in some chapters of the manga.

Now if only there was a way I could include Greedling...sigh...
clewilanclewilan on September 30th, 2010 08:54 pm (UTC)
I watch the first anime before his appearance, but this summer I wanted to re-watch and, well, it felt sooo weird. (It still don't have an opinion about the movie, but snowman!Roy was funny too.)

AND he is awesome.

Some kind of sorcery which reveal second personality we all hide inside ? Okay, I know I should get some sleep xD
Kitinulovinkit on September 30th, 2010 09:32 pm (UTC)
Meh, I thought of that. The problem is that I've already plotted out exactly what 'Smith's alchemy can do, and it would be too far fetched to have him be able to body snatch or change personalities. And if Lang DOES have a twin, his twin is back in China and wouldn't have a reason to come to the UK. So, no Greedling. :(
clewilan: EOTE - Takizawaclewilan on September 30th, 2010 10:43 pm (UTC)
A weird fortune teller like the one in Zelda:TP ? xD

I jump off the topic below, but I'm so ashamed i didn't see the Donkeyskin reference ;__; (My first cosplay idea was the moon dress, and I'm glad I now know the English name.)
Kitinulovinkit on September 30th, 2010 11:08 pm (UTC)
Well, I didn't make it too TOO obvious that it was based off that, especially since in the 1920s they were all "FUCK FAITHFUL ADAPTATIONS!" and would have changed the story significantly anyway.

Sounds pretty.
thebandolier on September 30th, 2010 09:25 pm (UTC)
As soon as I read about the ponytail, I was like "Oh, here we go" love the Deja vú thing XD the only reason I don't like how it ended is that we have to wait to see how it turns out and what happens next :( but an amazing installment, nonetheless.
I couldn't help but laugh at how ironic the movie's plot was XD
Kit: Dancing Ling!inulovinkit on September 30th, 2010 09:39 pm (UTC)
For the purposes of this fanfic, I believe that there is a gate three-way between the manga world, our world, and anime!1 world. Thus it is perfectly possible Ed would run into some manga characters and not know why they look so familiar.

I kind of wanted to extend the scene, but it got a bit too long and fatigued so I thought I might as well end it there. Hopefully I'll get the new chapter up soon.

The movie's plot was actually based off a Fairy Tale called Donkeyskin (not done by Disney because there's no possible way you can keep the main story without making it rated R). Basically the princess looks like her mom so her dad goes crazy and decides to try and rape her. (...Yeah.)

So she runs away across the forest to another kingdom and ends up working in the palace as a maid, but at night she dresses up as a princess and dances with the prince. And by day he knows her as a simple maid. As always with these things, he finds out eventually and they get married and live happily ever after.

You can read it here: http://www.pitt.edu/~dash/perrault11.html, and I think some author wrote their own version of it (an X rated version, apparently. Incest rape is squicky). I did my own version for NaNoWriMo a couple of years ago, but since its still unfinished in the bowels of my hard drive, its not worth bragging about.

So yeah, I know this fairy tale pretty well. XD

Edited at 2010-09-30 09:43 pm (UTC)
thebandolier on September 30th, 2010 10:35 pm (UTC)
Cool! I'll look into that if I ever get my damned project done :( And I'm just curious: with the chapters, do you do them one at a time or all at once and put them up at intervals while perfecting your 'rough drafts' shall we say?
Kit: Edwin2inulovinkit on September 30th, 2010 11:10 pm (UTC)
I do them as a serial, making one at a time and then uploading them right afterwards. However, I do know where the story is going, since I have a 18 page outline I wrote for it. Anything that's going to me multi chaptered, I make an outline first and then start writing. It keeps the story on track.
thebandolier on September 30th, 2010 11:22 pm (UTC)
I see. Interesting(and admittedly efficient) method:) and I can understand why it can take a week or two for you to finish new chapters, what with college and all ;)
Kit: Facepalm.inulovinkit on October 1st, 2010 03:28 am (UTC)
Yeah. *sigh* College sucks.
Yuuki Hikari: Ed Smirkyuukihikari on December 13th, 2010 04:31 am (UTC)
Oh so apparently I missed this chapter, whoops.

LOL Lang... you will continue to cause Edward Elric grey hairs and make his wallets cry in all verses.

The English lesson was a cute little set up for them. Heh.
Kit: Dancing Ling!inulovinkit on December 13th, 2010 05:23 am (UTC)
If there is an Edward Elric in any universe, there is a Ling/Lang waiting to cause him grief. XD