15 Minute Ficlet: Not That Kind of Girl
Title: Not That Kind of Girl
Author: Lyra
Rating: G
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: Ed/Winry
Spoilers: None
Synopsis: A special kind of girl calls for a special kind of gift.
Author's Notes: Written for15minuteficlets with the word of the week. I'm not terribly pleased with this, and it ends a little abruptly, but that's the charm of the 15 minute ficlet, right? Something fast and rough that aims to please?
Disclaimer: If I owned FMA, would I be writing fanfiction? No, silly.
Not That Kind of Girl
Edward Elric hurried down the street, nimbly dodging puddles and pedestrians alike with an umbrella clutched in his right hand. Despite the umbrella, the morning’s downpour still managed to soak the hem of his pants, and he was getting crankier by the minute.
“I hope they’re already open,” he muttered to himself as he jumped into the street, ignoring the horn that sounded as the driver slammed on his brakes. Once across the street, he breathed a sigh of relief; he could see the storefront’s bright green awning ahead, and the glimpse he caught of the glass window showed bright lights within. Even if they weren’t open, he should have no problem convincing the proprietor to open a little early for him.
Thunder rumbled ominously above as Ed neared the store, and he frown as the rainfall intensified, this time accompanied by a strong wind that drove the drops sideways, right into his face. Once he reached the store in question, he nearly dove through the door labeled “Forrester’s Metal Works and Tools” in his haste to escape the elements.
“Good morning,” a deep genial voice greeted on the heels of the shop bell’s tinkling. “Not a good day to be out, is it?”
“Not at all,” Ed replied as he closed his umbrella and propped it next to the door. A glance around the shop showed him that the speaker was turned away, putting a box onto a high shelf, and Ed waited impatiently for the man to finish.
“How can Forrester help you today?” the man asked as he turned around, dusting his hands off. A grin of recognition split his face as he noticed Ed, and he continued, “It’s you, young sir. Where’s your charming mechanic friend today?”
“Back at home,” Ed answered. He was not surprised that the proprietor recognized him, even though he came into the store maybe two, three times a year. Each time he came, he came with Winry, and no proprietor of machine goods or tools was likely to forget the exuberance of the blonde mechanic, or the huge amount of revenue she generated. “But I’m glad you remember her. I was hoping you could point me to something new you think she might like.”
“A gift, eh?” the man winked. “You know, young man, most people buy pretty girls jewelry or flowers. They rarely buy a girl as pretty as your friend tools.”
“But she isn’t your average girl,” Ed responded even as the proprietor brought out a polished wooden box. “What’s this?”
“Finest metal mill bits I have,” came the proud response. “Got ‘em in yesterday. They’re the best money can buy, and I’m sure your little mechanic would love them. Though there’s not much in this store she won’t like.”
Ed laughed, “That’s true. But could you have them delivered to Risembool in two days? They’re for her birthday.”