An Unrealized Love Chapter 8 Part 2
The Colonel opened his mouth to speak, when the phone rang suddenly. He raised an eyebrow and closed his mouth again.
Ed smirked and got up to answer the phone. “Hello?”
“Brother?”
“Al. How is it going in Rush Valley?”
“It’s good. I’m just doing some research. How are things there?”
“Things are good. Or at least they were until Colonel Bastard and the Lieutenant showed up.”
“Really? Aren’t you on vacation, brother?”
“Yes. It seems it is ending a little early. I have a mission to go on.”
“Oh. I’m sorry, brother. I was just calling to chat; if they are there I suppose I should let you get back to it.”
“Oh okay. Yea, I suppose.” Ed rubbed at his face with his left hand. “I’m not looking forward to telling Winry that I’ll be leaving soon.”
“Oh, why aren’t you? I know you guys don’t always get along…..” Al’s voice trailed off, as he realized what his brother just said. “Did anything interesting happen after I left, Brother?” He grinned.
“You could say that….” Ed could hear the grin in his brother’s voice. “Is that why you left?”
Al chuckled softly. “Not entirely. I had a feeling that something might. Anyways, I will let you go I’m sure the Colonel Mustang is getting impatient.”
Ed grinned as he glanced to Mustang. Indeed, the bastard seemed like he was getting a little antsy at how long the telephone conversation was taking. But that was just fine with him. Let Mustang stew a little bit. He lowered his voice a bit, so that only Al could hear. “How’d you guess?”
Al chuckled again. “He never was very patient when dealing with you, Brother.”
Ed laughed. “Your right, Al. I’ll talk to you later, and I’ll tell Winry you called.”
“Thanks. Here’s the number to where I’m staying at. 789-555-5555”
Ed wrote the number down on a piece of paper beside the phone. “Thanks. Have fun, little brother.”
“Don’t do anything stupid, Big brother.”
Ed acted hurt. “Since when do I do that?”
Al laughed and hung up the phone. He left the hotel he was staying at in Rush Valley and took a walk around the streets. He was just slightly curious what kind of mission could be so important that only his brother could pull it off.
Ed placed the receiver back and sat back down at the table. He smirked. “So, where were we?”
“I was about to tell you that everything we know is in that file in front of you, Fullmetal.”
“Oh. When do I need to leave?”
Lt. Hawkeye pulled a train ticket out of her jacket pocket. She handed it to Ed. “Your train leaves tomorrow morning. 7 am sharp.”
Ed nodded and took the offered ticket. “Thanks. Is that all, Colonel?”
Roy smirked. “Yes Fullmetal. I believe so.”
They stood and walked to the door. It was then that they all noticed that it was later than it appeared. What had felt like an hour or two while they had talked after lunch was really more like 4 or 5. It was now well past dinner time.
Ed muttered under his breath the whole time about people knocking doors down. He watched as the Colonel and Lieutenant walked out of site towards one of the only Inn’s in Resembool. Once they were out of sight, he stood the door up in the frame slightly. He clapped his hands together, visualizing the circle in his mind. The familiar blue light flashed as he put his hands to the door, putting it back in place as if nothing had ever happened. Stretching, he walked towards the workshop to seek out Winry. She was not going to be happy about this, hell he wasn’t even happy about it.
Winry was in the workshop. She had tried to listen in on the conversation going on at the kitchen table. Finding it useless to do so, without actually being in the near vicinity she gave up. She immersed herself in designing new automail. She was trying to come up with new designs for her customers, as well as maybe helping Ed along the way. She was so involved with her drawing, and redrawing that she didn’t hear the silence that now occupied the house.
Ed watched Winry from the open door for a few moments, leaning against the door jamb with his arms crossed across his chest. He sighed softly, and decided there no time like the present. Moving from his place at the door jamb, he walked into the workshop. “Winry?”
She jumped when she heard her name. She turned around and glanced at Ed. “Are they gone?”
Ed shook his head no. “They just left. I’m afraid that I have some bad news though.”
Winry sighed. “What kind of bad news?”
“I have to leave in the morning for this mission. I can’t turn it down….”
“Oh.”
“I’m sorry Winry.” Ed moved to stand beside her as she was sitting at the workbench. He let his eyes roam over her features, trying to gauge her reaction by that other than just the single word she uttered.
“It’s okay. You are a military dog, after all.” Winry forced a small smile, and hoped he didn’t notice. She stood up and leaned against the workbench beside him.
Ed turned to stand in front of her. His left hand moved to cup her cheek, to make her look up at him. He spoke quietly. “I may be a dog of the military, but that doesn’t mean that I want to go.” His hand caressed her cheek.
She blushed only slightly when she felt him cup her cheek. Her azure gaze was instantly brought to his golden one. She always did like the color of his eyes.
Ed rubbed his thumb over her bottom lip, before placing his lips gently on hers. Ending the kiss just as quickly he spoke, “I don’t want to go, but I have too. I want to keep everyone I care about safe.”
Winry blushed even more at the slight kiss. “I don’t want you to go either, Ed.”
Ed smiled. And having bad timing as usual, his stomach decided to growl at that moment. Ed blushed slightly. “I guess we should head to the kitchen, hm?”
Winry giggled softly and poked him in the stomach. “Yes, we need to get some food into that stomach of yours.”
He chuckled and grabbed her hand.
They walked hand in hand to the kitchen. Finishing off the sandwich fixings, they ate in comfortable silence. When they were both done, they headed upstairs and to their respective rooms for the night.
Ed smirked and got up to answer the phone. “Hello?”
“Brother?”
“Al. How is it going in Rush Valley?”
“It’s good. I’m just doing some research. How are things there?”
“Things are good. Or at least they were until Colonel Bastard and the Lieutenant showed up.”
“Really? Aren’t you on vacation, brother?”
“Yes. It seems it is ending a little early. I have a mission to go on.”
“Oh. I’m sorry, brother. I was just calling to chat; if they are there I suppose I should let you get back to it.”
“Oh okay. Yea, I suppose.” Ed rubbed at his face with his left hand. “I’m not looking forward to telling Winry that I’ll be leaving soon.”
“Oh, why aren’t you? I know you guys don’t always get along…..” Al’s voice trailed off, as he realized what his brother just said. “Did anything interesting happen after I left, Brother?” He grinned.
“You could say that….” Ed could hear the grin in his brother’s voice. “Is that why you left?”
Al chuckled softly. “Not entirely. I had a feeling that something might. Anyways, I will let you go I’m sure the Colonel Mustang is getting impatient.”
Ed grinned as he glanced to Mustang. Indeed, the bastard seemed like he was getting a little antsy at how long the telephone conversation was taking. But that was just fine with him. Let Mustang stew a little bit. He lowered his voice a bit, so that only Al could hear. “How’d you guess?”
Al chuckled again. “He never was very patient when dealing with you, Brother.”
Ed laughed. “Your right, Al. I’ll talk to you later, and I’ll tell Winry you called.”
“Thanks. Here’s the number to where I’m staying at. 789-555-5555”
Ed wrote the number down on a piece of paper beside the phone. “Thanks. Have fun, little brother.”
“Don’t do anything stupid, Big brother.”
Ed acted hurt. “Since when do I do that?”
Al laughed and hung up the phone. He left the hotel he was staying at in Rush Valley and took a walk around the streets. He was just slightly curious what kind of mission could be so important that only his brother could pull it off.
Ed placed the receiver back and sat back down at the table. He smirked. “So, where were we?”
“I was about to tell you that everything we know is in that file in front of you, Fullmetal.”
“Oh. When do I need to leave?”
Lt. Hawkeye pulled a train ticket out of her jacket pocket. She handed it to Ed. “Your train leaves tomorrow morning. 7 am sharp.”
Ed nodded and took the offered ticket. “Thanks. Is that all, Colonel?”
Roy smirked. “Yes Fullmetal. I believe so.”
They stood and walked to the door. It was then that they all noticed that it was later than it appeared. What had felt like an hour or two while they had talked after lunch was really more like 4 or 5. It was now well past dinner time.
Ed muttered under his breath the whole time about people knocking doors down. He watched as the Colonel and Lieutenant walked out of site towards one of the only Inn’s in Resembool. Once they were out of sight, he stood the door up in the frame slightly. He clapped his hands together, visualizing the circle in his mind. The familiar blue light flashed as he put his hands to the door, putting it back in place as if nothing had ever happened. Stretching, he walked towards the workshop to seek out Winry. She was not going to be happy about this, hell he wasn’t even happy about it.
Winry was in the workshop. She had tried to listen in on the conversation going on at the kitchen table. Finding it useless to do so, without actually being in the near vicinity she gave up. She immersed herself in designing new automail. She was trying to come up with new designs for her customers, as well as maybe helping Ed along the way. She was so involved with her drawing, and redrawing that she didn’t hear the silence that now occupied the house.
Ed watched Winry from the open door for a few moments, leaning against the door jamb with his arms crossed across his chest. He sighed softly, and decided there no time like the present. Moving from his place at the door jamb, he walked into the workshop. “Winry?”
She jumped when she heard her name. She turned around and glanced at Ed. “Are they gone?”
Ed shook his head no. “They just left. I’m afraid that I have some bad news though.”
Winry sighed. “What kind of bad news?”
“I have to leave in the morning for this mission. I can’t turn it down….”
“Oh.”
“I’m sorry Winry.” Ed moved to stand beside her as she was sitting at the workbench. He let his eyes roam over her features, trying to gauge her reaction by that other than just the single word she uttered.
“It’s okay. You are a military dog, after all.” Winry forced a small smile, and hoped he didn’t notice. She stood up and leaned against the workbench beside him.
Ed turned to stand in front of her. His left hand moved to cup her cheek, to make her look up at him. He spoke quietly. “I may be a dog of the military, but that doesn’t mean that I want to go.” His hand caressed her cheek.
She blushed only slightly when she felt him cup her cheek. Her azure gaze was instantly brought to his golden one. She always did like the color of his eyes.
Ed rubbed his thumb over her bottom lip, before placing his lips gently on hers. Ending the kiss just as quickly he spoke, “I don’t want to go, but I have too. I want to keep everyone I care about safe.”
Winry blushed even more at the slight kiss. “I don’t want you to go either, Ed.”
Ed smiled. And having bad timing as usual, his stomach decided to growl at that moment. Ed blushed slightly. “I guess we should head to the kitchen, hm?”
Winry giggled softly and poked him in the stomach. “Yes, we need to get some food into that stomach of yours.”
He chuckled and grabbed her hand.
They walked hand in hand to the kitchen. Finishing off the sandwich fixings, they ate in comfortable silence. When they were both done, they headed upstairs and to their respective rooms for the night.