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09 February 2011 @ 01:17 am
Fanfic: Frustration  
I told you guys I'd write a sequel!

Title: Frustration
Author: inulovinkit
Series: Manga/Brotherhood
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Ed/Winry
Summary: Winry told him she was going on a date with another boy, so where does that leave him? Sequel to Rejection.
Warnings: Exactly one f-bomb, if that offends your delicate sensibilities.




Ed lay on his bed, book resting over his face, blocking out the dim light from his lamp. He had honestly tried to study, but he found it was hard to think about runes and two part circles when he had other things on his mind.

Other things that related to a certain mechanic getting ready for her date with another boy.

Ed let out a groan.

He should’ve known this would happen. He should’ve said something sooner. Al told him that if he didn’t ask her first, someone else might, but he had been too nervous and worried and now he ended up in this mess.

Where was Al, anyway? He would’ve thought his brother might come up to console him. Or to yell at him. Probably deserved the latter…

Ed heard his stomach give a very audible growl. He was hungry, but he hadn’t dared venture downstairs. He didn’t want to meet Winry on the way back up—things were awkward enough.

What if she looked happy or excited about it? Did she even like this guy? What was his name again…? Ed racked his brains, but he couldn’t remember. He had probably never even met him. What if he wasn’t a good guy for her? What if…?

No, he wasn’t going to meddle. That would only make her mad. It wasn’t his business.

Even if he did want to rip this guy limb from limb for asking her first.

Besides, she might’ve really wanted to go with him. She might actually…like him. And Ed didn’t think he could handle that.

At least this way, he didn’t know how she felt.

Until he heard a knock on his door. “Ed?”

Ed lifted the book off his eyes, stunned expression on his face. Crap, it was Winry! What did she want? Why was she coming to him? What if…what if she changed her mind? What if she wanted—

No, he couldn’t think that. Rolling away from the door, he grabbed the book and pretended to be engrossed in reading. “Yeah?”

He heard the door open a crack. “Ed…” she paused.

“Hmm?” He asked, as if he didn’t really care.

“Aren’t you…aren’t you hungry? You never came down for dinner…”

He was about to answer in the negative, but then his stomach gave a loud growl.

Damn stomach.

“You are hungry,” she said in a pointed tone. “Come on, get something to eat.”

Ed gave a sigh, and rolled over, knowing it would do no good to argue with her…

And then he dropped the book.

She had changed into a very, very low cut blue dress, and her hair was already up. She had put on makeup, too. He wasn’t used to seeing her in much else besides her day clothes, but it looked…nice.

Not that he could tell her that.

Trying hard not to look, Ed asked, “He coming to pick you up soon?” as he walked past.

“Yeah,” was the answer.

Ed had perhaps hoped Al would be downstairs so he could find something else to talk about, but he was nowhere to be seen. Pinako wasn’t around either, but Ed remembered her saying something about a weekly poker game yesterday. As he headed for the fridge, he asked, “Where’s Al?”

“Probably already at the dance.”

Ed peeked his head over the refrigerator door, eyes wide in disbelief. “What?

Winry shrugged. “He said he asked some girl to go with him. He was going to tell you, but you were shut up in your room and he needed to pick her up.”

So even his brother was going to that stupid dance. Probably with a cute girl, too. Wait… He grabbed a jar of mayonnaise. “What happened to the bean girl?”

“Who?”

Ed fiddled with the top of the jar. Damn, the lid was on tight. “You know—that girl from Xing. I thought he—”

“She’s still in Xing. He gets letters from her every so often,” Winry said, as if that offered some sort of explanation.

Still, if Al liked this girl in Xing, what was he doing asking Resembool girls out to dances? Really, if she ever found out that “precious Alphonse-sama” was asking other girls out, she might just find a way to put his soul back in a suit of armor.

Still, Al had no trouble asking girls out—he saw them, fawning over his brother like he was some sort of celebrity. If Al asked a girl out, she said yes. She didn’t decide to go with some kid she probably hardly knew just because—

No, you idiot. It’s not her fault. You waited too long. You brought this on yourself.

The lid finally popped off, and Ed busied himself with making a sandwich. Filling his stomach and not thinking about it would make him feel better—

“Hey, who’s this guy you’re going with?”

Before he opened his big mouth.

Ed expected Winry to get angry. He expected her to lash out and say it was none of his business—maybe he needed it. But she didn’t. She looked away, playing with a fallen piece of hair. “Jaimy Thatcher. You know, he lives near town? You’ve seen him before—”

“Yeah,” Ed cut her off, not wanting to hear anymore of the attributes of this "Jaimy" kid. He had seen him, and he remembered someone with that name back when they were kids. “Well, have fun, I guess.” Hope he falls flat on his face. “You deserve some fun.” Since apparently I can’t give it to you.

Ed hoped that would’ve satisfied her; instead, she was wringing her hands and trying to avoid his gaze. Well, that made two of them. Maybe once she left with this other boy he could get some peace and—

“Ed,” Winry asked suddenly, as he had been about to bite into his sandwich. “Why…why did you ask me to go to the dance with you today?”

He almost dropped his sandwich, and had to fight himself to keep calm. It didn’t matter how he felt; it didn’t matter if he was hurt or upset or betrayed—he wouldn’t spoil her night. Though he desperately wanted to yell; to make her hurt like she had hurt him, he wouldn’t do it.

It wasn’t her fault. And he had to remember that.

“Well, you know,” he scratched the back of his neck nervously. “Al—he said you wanted to go. And since you didn’t—I didn’t know if anyone was gonna take you, I thought maybe…you wouldn’t mind.”

“But you hate dancing,” She pointed out. “So why would you—”

“If…” She was looking at him funny. Why was she doing that? “If it was just for one time…if you really wanted then…I guess…it didn’t matter.” He felt his face heat up. Damn it.

Ed wanted to look at how she reacted to that stupid, embarrassing answer, but she turned away quickly. “If you thought that then why…why didn’t you ask me sooner?”

The sandwich was forgotten in his waiting hand as panic flooded him. Damn it, what could he say? What could he say when he couldn’t tell her the truth and when there was a guy out there waiting to take her out? “Uh…well…you know…”

“No, I don’t.” Now she turned back, frowning. “I don’t know, Ed! How am I supposed to make a decision when you never spell anything out? How am I supposed to know what to do when you never even—!” She gave a growl of frustration.

“Never even…what?” He tried to piece it together, but he honestly couldn’t say what the Hell she was talking about.

She gave another growl. “See? This is what I mean! You go off and get mad at me when you’re the one who never said anything!”

He dropped the sandwich back on the plate, glaring. “Never said what?

Her finger pointed right in his face, “If you don’t know, then I’m not going to tell you! You absolute, thick headed, idiot, Edward Elric!” She turned on her heel, but Ed wasn’t finished with her yet.

He grabbed her arm and yelled, “How am I supposed to know what’s gotten into you know if you don’t tell me anything? You’re the one who brought this up!”

“Only because you’re too stupid to understand!”

“Fine, then, I’m stupid! Why don’t you go find that Jeremy kid, whatever his name is? I bet he’s nice and smart, right? Yeah, you can go off and tell him everything, right!”

For a second, Ed wasn’t sure if fire had sparked across Winry’s eyes. “Why are you bringing him into this? Are you jealous?”

Jealous? He felt hot rage bubble up in him, and couldn’t help it as he rambled, “Yeah right! He can go off and dance with you all night for all I care…Go have a great time. Is he that pasty kid? Probably doesn’t know how to dance either… You’d make quite a pair, you next to a guy whose balls haven’t even dropped yet—”

Oh? And what’s wrong with me?” Her hands formed into fists, fists Ed sure might punch him sooner or later, but he kept going.

He was mad, and damn if this didn’t make him feel better.

“Well, you know, since you’re so insane and mannish I would’ve doubted anyone would take you—”

Something in her snapped as she leapt at him, screaming, “Fuck you, Edward Elric!”

He fell backwards onto the kitchen floor, and already she was over him, grabbing at his collar and yelling in his face, “So I’m mannish, huh? Maybe I’m lucky to take anyone I can get, seeing as men like you only want those girlish types, right? Airheads that just look pretty, I bet you look at those all the time!”

How did this conversation get turned to him? But he wasn’t about to let her win. “And what about you? You like those girly boys? Or are you into the crazy macho types like Armstrong?”

“That’s none of your business!”

“Then why are you asking me?”

“You called me mannish!”

“You are! Crazy automail geek! Always griping at me if a plate is scratched and walking around in mechanic suits and smelling like oil—!”

“So…what?” She looked away, and then noticed the tears at the corners of her eyes.

The hot anger in his chest slowly dissipated.

She let go of his collar. “You’d rather I act all giggly and cute like those girls in town? Just a pretty face without any brains?”

She was pretty…but he didn’t like her only because of that. “No,” he answered honestly. “You’re…you’re fine. Just the way you are.”

She looked back at him, mouth slightly open, as if she had just seen something she had never noticed before. “Any guy would be lucky…to have you.”

Winry was still looking at him funny…damn it, his heart was staring to race and he was surely blushing…he wouldn’t have said anything like that if she hadn’t started crying…!

Winry had been about to say something. But it was cut off as a loud knock was heard at the door.

While they were fighting, it was back to old times; only when it was over did the awkwardness return.

Ed felt the embarrassment drain from him as he realized who it was. Winry knew it too; she sat back, away from him, sullen look on her face. “That must be Jaimy.”

He managed to sit up, running a hand along his neck where his collar had chafed him. Winry had a hell of a grip. “Yeah.”

There was more silence and another knock.

“You should go,” Ed said at last, not looking at her. “You got all dressed up for him. You…deserve to have fun.”

Only after a moment did she nod and get up. Ed watched her leave the kitchen, and then went back to his sandwich. He tried to block out the sounds of the other boy (yep, he did have a bit of a high voice) complimenting her, her hollow laugh…He fought the urge to smash something; the plate was looking pretty good right now—

The door shut.

They were gone.

He had only taken a bite of his sandwich, but it wasn’t so appetizing anymore.

Tossing the thing away, he sighed; he’d have to find something else to do tonight. More alchemy formulas. Maybe reading up on those discoveries they found in Xing. Something, anything, to take his mind off the visions of Winry having a good time with someone else—

He slammed palms down on the kitchen table, furious with himself.

—Someone else who would probably treat her better. Someone who wouldn’t yell or call her masculine when it wasn’t the case—someone who had gotten up their courage to ask her out, instead of waiting to the last minute like the coward he was—

The door squeaked open.

Ed didn’t move from the kitchen; it was probably Pinako—Al wouldn’t be home yet and Winry certainly wouldn’t—

“Ed?”

It was her.

For a moment, he was afraid to move.

Why would she be here? She had just left? Why would she—No, she probably forgot something; that was it.

Turning around, he asked, “You forget something? You should hurry up and go get it—he’s probably waiting—”

“I canceled on him.”

He wouldn’t get excited—he wouldn’t get hopeful—but he couldn’t help the small flutter in his chest. Swallowing hard, he asked, “Why would you…?”

Winry held up one of her shoes—the black heel was hanging off by a small strip of fabric. “I tripped on the steps outside and broke my heel.” Was it Ed’s imagination, or was that a brief—very brief—smirk on her face?

Couldn’t be. “Don’t you have other shoes?”

“None that match this dress.”

“Are you sure? You have a lot of shoes—”

Her eyes narrowed in a warning, “Yes, I’m sure.”

Ed still wasn’t entirely sure what this was about, but… “Okay.”

More silence.

“Didn’t you…” he ventured, “Didn’t you want to go to that dance, though?”

“I did,” she sighed, slipping off the unbroken shoe. “But it wasn’t worth it if I wasn’t going with Jaimy anyway.”

“Guess your evening’s ruined, then.” He tried—very badly—to hide the glee on his face.

“Well,” Winry looked back at him, smiling. “It doesn’t have to be ruined.”

“Hmm?”

She took him by the hand, leading him down to the basement. “Winry, my leg’s fine! You don’t need to—!”

“I’m not going to look at your leg,” she said, flipping on the switch. “Unless you want me to,” she grinned.

Ed decided there was no reason for her to know about the dent he put in it kicking the bedpost earlier that day.

She went over to the shelves, brushing aside all the blueprints and automail plates. “So what are we doing?”

“Well, I did want to go to the dance, and since I didn’t get to go,” Ed heard the scratch of a needle on a record. “Why not do the next best thing?”

Ed panicked as he saw her adjusting a gramophone. “No, wait—Winry, I don’t know how to—!”

“You offered to take me to the dance, right?” she reminded him cheerfully, selecting a record out of the pile. “Didn’t you say you would’ve done it if it made me happy?”

Damn him and his mouth. Feeling blood rush to his cheeks, he mumbled, “I don’t know…I can’t dance. I’ll just screw it up and…”

“Well, here,” She said, putting on a slow song. “Anyone can dance to this.”

She came to him, and despite a blush on his face—and a small one on hers—she put her arms around his neck. “Come on, you just hold someone and sway. Easy, right?”

Putting his arms around her was definitely easier said than done. But he didn’t want to deny her when she looked so happy, despite all that had happened that evening… “I guess.”

She was right, though—it was easy. Once he got used to having his arms around her, swaying on the spot wasn’t that hard. Winry rested her head on chest, and he concluded that this was even kind of nice.

They had been silent for some time, but Winry spoke up suddenly, “I didn’t really want to go with Jaimy.”

Ed looked at her, confused, “But…why did you tell him you would?”

She shrugged. “I thought that…maybe I was wrong. I thought that I was just kidding myself…so I should say yes to someone and move on.”

“Kidding yourself about what?”

Winry gave a little chuckle, then pulled away, to look in his eyes. She was still smiling. “I dunno.”

That made no sense. “But…kidding yourself about what?

She rolled her eyes. “Idiot.”

“Weirdo.”

“Alchemy geek.”

“Automail freak.”

“Shortie.”

Not short anymore! …Mannish woman.”

“That’s right,” she smirked, “And you wouldn’t have it any other way.”

He couldn’t hear the music in the background anymore…was it still on, or had it stopped? He didn’t know, all he knew was something was drawing him to her—her hand was on his cheek now and pulling him toward her—toward her face—toward her lips

Then there was a stomping noise upstairs. Someone had come home.

Winry didn’t move away. “Granny,” she whispered.

The bubble that had suddenly inflated in Ed’s chest now popped. “Yeah…”

He let her go, as the music came back into focus. “I should tell her I didn’t go.” Winry said quickly, her face pink as his surely was. “We’ve got a surgery tomorrow morning so…you know…”

“Yeah…” he repeated like an idiot. “I guess I’ll…”

“See you tomorrow?”

He nodded.

And then she left him.

Once she was gone, he put a new dent in his automail leg kicking the desk in frustration.
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ηιghτκιηκs ☆: fma ♔ in the backseatsuspicious on February 9th, 2011 06:51 am (UTC)
Well now you need another chapter with the resolution of them making out! ;)
Kit: Edwin2inulovinkit on February 9th, 2011 05:31 pm (UTC)
I wasn't planning on it originally, but now I've got plot bunnies going...

Thanks for reading!
ηιghτκιηκs ☆: fma ♔ tranquilsuspicious on February 9th, 2011 05:34 pm (UTC)
Once those plot bunnies take over, you know you're doomed. You're also feeling that teeny tinsy ounce of guilt that you're not giving Ed (or Winry, even) what they want and you need to make them happy. :)
Kit: Edwin2inulovinkit on February 9th, 2011 05:43 pm (UTC)
Yes, but the point of the story was not to get them together. I see this as a far off sequel to That Four Letter Word, which was about Ed learning he loved Winry. Rejection was about Ed making a move, and this was about more results of that and Winry learning that Ed liked her.

Now I kinda want to play around with her trying to get him to ask her out, and him being oblivious, before I get them together.
ηιghτκιηκs ☆suspicious on February 9th, 2011 05:44 pm (UTC)
Oh, yeah, I know what you mean. Nothing is ever easy when it comes to love.
Kit: Edwin2inulovinkit on February 9th, 2011 05:46 pm (UTC)
Nothing is easy especially when you've got Ed being oblivious and Winry being frustrated with that.

I think I'll get them together in this cycle eventually, but I want to have as much fun as I can with it first. :P
ηιghτκιηκs ☆: fma ♔ golden trio reunitedsuspicious on February 9th, 2011 05:53 pm (UTC)
Sounds like a good plan/plot to me!
alchemyotaku75: all things are possiblehaganeneko on February 9th, 2011 06:58 am (UTC)
A sequel! Yay!

You've captured the quintessential Ed/Winry dynamic, all sweet, awkward and clumsy! This was a very nice ending to "Rejection"!

I see you changed your layout; that reminds me I need to find the time to tinker with mine and put the image you made for me in the header!
Kit: Edwin2inulovinkit on February 9th, 2011 05:37 pm (UTC)
That's how I see them, but it also includes a bit of bickering. They know something's wrong when one of them isn't willing to fight back, and its how both Ed and Win knew something was definitely wrong between them, before things exploded.

I hope you get it fixed up soon. I can't wait to see the layout in its complete form!
Bay Alexison: FLY AWAY NOWbay115 on February 9th, 2011 07:23 am (UTC)
Oh, very nice follow up to Rejection! I too love the dynamic going on between Ed and Winry in this piece! So them to be talking back and forth over one another like this. I feel sorry for Ed once more, though. D: Great work!
Kit: Edwin2inulovinkit on February 9th, 2011 05:38 pm (UTC)
I couldn't leave Ed all depressed! So now I left him sexually frustrated. XD

Thanks for reading!
Shellisonshellison on February 9th, 2011 03:01 pm (UTC)
Agreed! There needs to be a sequel to the sequel :D But I must say again I love the writing style - captures Winry and Ed's characters perfectly. Their tempers and frustration and awkwardness and Ed's idiocy XD As always - perfect.
Ahhhh, I can't wait for more!
Kit: Edwininulovinkit on February 9th, 2011 05:40 pm (UTC)
I'm thinking about doing yet another one in this cycle. Not sure yet, though.

They're just two sexually frustrated teenagers too embarrassed to spit it out.

Thanks for reading!
dreamer1789: equivalent_exchangedreamer1789 on February 9th, 2011 03:16 pm (UTC)
Priceless, wonderfully written! XD
Kit: Edo-kuninulovinkit on February 9th, 2011 05:41 pm (UTC)
Thanks for reading!
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Kit: Edwin2inulovinkit on February 9th, 2011 05:41 pm (UTC)
I might do more. Not sure yet.

Thanks for reading!
Barking at the windevil_little_dog on February 9th, 2011 08:47 pm (UTC)
This was definitely a fun read.
Kit: Edwin2inulovinkit on February 10th, 2011 02:08 am (UTC)
Thanks for reading!
Friendly ghostghostfriendly on February 10th, 2011 02:23 am (UTC)
Some very severe arguing here, makes a very emotional story, with a realistic feeling. Loved how things turned out, even if its hard on Ed...
phooma12345 on February 16th, 2011 12:10 am (UTC)
!!!!!
Well , lets just hope you make another part:]
Because you cany just leave it like this they have to at least kiss , like really kiss.
phooma12345 on February 16th, 2011 12:11 am (UTC)
Re: !!!!!
forgot to mention very good job <3