Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ All's Fair in Love and Alchemy ❯ Surprise Engagement ( Chapter 1 )
[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]
Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist. If I did, Edward would be in my bed every night *drool*
A/N: I'm making this up as I go along XD so don't blame me if the plot is all half-assed. Oh, in this fic, Ed and Winry are 19, Al is 18 and Roy is 23. And they might be a bit OoC…
Early morning sunlight streamed through the open window, casting a bright sheen on the golden locks spread out on the pillow of the bed just below this window. The lump beneath the blankets rolled over, revealing a face that made most girls swoon at his feet. Usually in an expression of cocky arrogance or determination, it was now cast in peaceful sleep. His eye twitched, and he groaned softly.
The door slammed open. A huge suit of armor rushed into the bedroom. “Brother!” it cried. “Brother, wake up!”
The lump under the blankets moved again, groaned again. A sliver of gold appeared from underneath an eyelid, and a sleepy voice said drowsily, “What do you want, Al?” “Guess what!?” his little brother said excitedly.
“What?”
“Guess!”
“Al…”
“Ok, fine. It's Winry! I just got off the phone with Mrs. Rockbell and… Winry's engaged!!”
“WHAT!?!?”
“Ed,” Alphonse Elric said, sounding a little scared. “Um… are you ok?” “No, I am not,” Edward Elric growled, pulling his red cloak over his shoulders. “Al, we're going to Reisenbool.” “Uh…” Al said, scratching his metal head and jogging after Edward as he went swiftly out the door and up towards Roy Mustang's office. “Brother?” “What?” Edward snapped, knocking sharply on Mustang's door. “Um,” Al stammered. “I… don't know how to tell you this, but… Winry… she's engaged to…”
“MUSTANG!” Edward roared, bursting into the room despite having no invitation. “Mustang, I need a f—” His voice trailed off.
“E-Edward!” Winry Rockbell gasped, leaping off the couch and pulling up her white tank top. “Um… hi!” She hugged his stiff form briefly. “Ah, Fullmetal,” Roy Mustang said, coughing and blushing. “Er, you needed something?”
Edward gaped at them, feeling numb. Winry… Mustang… His mind couldn't seem to make the connection. “Winry…” his mouth said, in the softest whisper. “Mustang…”
He whirled and bolted from the room.
Alphonse found him on the rooftop, crouched in a corner with his head buried in his arms. He went over and sat silently beside his older brother. They sat in silence for a few moments.
“It's not fair, Al,” came Edward's muffled voice. “It just… isn't fair!” “Brother,” Al said sadly. “How isn't it fair? Mustang had a free shot at her. They've been secretly dating for the past two years. Mustang just asked her to marry him six months ago.” “Why didn't you tell me, Al!?” Ed wailed into his arms, shoulders shaking with sobs he refused to voice. “Wh-why didn't y-you just tell m-me alr-already!?” “I didn't know,” Al said helplessly, wringing his metal hands in distress. “I really didn't know until this morning, when Winry told me everything on the phone!”
“Ed?” said a small voice from behind them. “Al?”
Edward's head jerked up, and he scrubbed furiously at the tears smeared on his face. “So,” he said, unable to keep a note of bitterness from his voice. “You're marrying my boss.”
Winry turned her blue eyes away from him, toward the ground so he couldn't see the rebellious pain in them. “Yeah,” she said. “Roy and I are getting married in June.” “Three months,” Alphonse said. “You have a lot of preparation.” “You two are invited, of course,” Winry continued. “June fifteenth, we've decided. I'm so excited!” “You should be,” Al said warmly. “It isn't every day you get married.” Winry grinned.
I can't stand it anymore.
Edward jerked to his feet. “I'm going to the library,” he mumbled. “See how the rebuilding's going.” “Want me to come?” Al offered, starting to stand. “No,” Edward said, brushing past Winry. “Congratulations,” he murmured to her. “You had your chance,” she replied in an undertone.
Oh, yes, I did have my chance, Edward thought, reluctant tears dripping down his face. But it wasn't much.