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One Big Military Family ch10
Chapter 10: Not So Pleasant Reunion
The room went silent when they saw Ed's response to the girl Roy had lead in. As for Ed, he was in such shock he didn't realize that some people asked if the girl was his girlfriend. Riza cleared her throatand looked around at the others. "Party's over. Brithday boy needs rest and... it seems we have some issues to take care of." she said. Everyone nodded and slowly began making their way out, muttering apologies for the party ending and saying they'd call later. As for Ed and Winry, they never left their spots. Ed swallowed and rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "So... what're you doing here?" he asked. Without warning, Winry walked up to Ed and slapped him.
"Ed, you can be such a jerk!" she screamed and stormed towards the kitchen. Ed stood in shock, putting his hand on his reddening cheek.
"She actually hit me." he said in clear shock. Al remained seated on the couch, a shocked expression on his face and he looked at Riza, who was glaring at R
One Big Military Family ch11
Chapter 11: They Grow Up So Fast
Two years have passed since everything amoung Ed and everyone had been put right. Ed had to give his room up to Winry now that she was living with them and he was now sharing a room with Al, just like the good old times. Either way, they had become content with the way life was going and Winry had even taken some cooking lessons so the brothers would have something to eat when they would come home. It was rare they were gone too long on missions so she was rarely too lonely. She became almost like a daughter to Roy and Riza with as much time she would spend at their house helping out with Lee when needed and there were times Mustang would even be caught acting as a kind of father figure towards her. Greatful for all her help however, Winry and the Elrics had gone on a vacation to Rizenbol and even Rush Valley as a gift of appreciation from the Mustang family and Lee had been tagging along with his parents to work until they returned.
The door to Mustang
I Belong To You I hate rain. Not really, I love it. Just not when the most beautiful, perfect, wonderful, perfect, comfortable, waterproof, perfect coat in existence has been savagely butchered by my so-called friend’s Dalmatian. Every slap of rain on my naked arms is a stinging reminder of the irreparable hole in my wardrobe.
Some people might try to fill the void with lesser coats but I can’t bring myself to betray Valentino, even after her death. Instead my slippery arms grapple with each other in wet shock as I stumble to the op shop, clinging to one last thread of hope. I know in my deadened heart that I’ll never have another coat like her. Yet here I am, blundering through the elements in my vain search for the acceptance and warmth I found wrapped in Valentino’s woollen sleeves.
Thud. My body slams into the door, making the ‘open’ sign quiver and the bells tinkle in offense. I fight for entry, the door’s assault doubled by the stale funk of
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