Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ Locket ❯ What Does it Mean? ( Chapter 3 )

 

 

Chapter Three

 

“Do you think he meant it that way?”

 

Later that evening Winry had stopped by at Nellie's: wanting her opinion on the locket because in reality she didn't even know what to think. The words inside the locket had taken her off guard, but now she's beginning to wish that she kept it to herself.

 

“I don't know!” Winry said with utmost frustration as she touched the heart locket delicately as she stared down at it with narrowed eyes. She was indeed angry, but she was confused as well. The intensity in her azure eyes softened a touch, “Edward doesn't say these words to just anyone, he never uses those words unless he really means it.” She thought back on the day when Maes Hughes called the mechanic `Full Metal's girlfriend' and she remembered his reaction so well.

 

Flashback

 

“Hey, Ed! Everyone's talking about how you brought your girlfriend to Central! And that she's your mechanic! Pretty crafty I have to admit.” Maes nodded his approval, and completely ignored the ghost-faced Edward who had been drinking juice only for it to be spewed out unto the floor.

 

“What?! She-She's just my Mechanic, nothing more!” He exploded, waving his arms frantically trying to convince everyone in the room otherwise. “Tell them Winry!” He had turned to the wrong person for help, because clearly that little statement from Edward made her blood boil with resentment. Though she was indeed embarrassed by Maes' blunt statement.

 

“It's true, that's all we are.” She spoke softly a nod followed, but soon continued to work on Edward's prosthetic arm considering it was busted once again. Was that all she was to him? A mechanic? He might've not meant it, but it still hurt. Edward's face seemed to relax, and his intense stare was on Winry: he knew he must've said something wrong.

 

“Oh, then I'm sorry that I jumped to that conclusion!” The older man apologized, rubbing the back of his cranium sheepishly. “It wouldn't surprise me though, you two fight like a married couple.”

 

(A/N: This may seem kind of random but… I hate it when parents say that when your friends with a guy. T_T)

 

“Eh?” Now Winry was blushing lightly out of sheer embarrassment. “Well, we fight a lot, but that's only because Edward won't stop being so reckless.” She mumbled as if Edward wasn't in the same room.

 

“It's not my fault a bunch of maniacs come after me! And It's not like I want them too,” He huffed defiantly, his golden irises sparked as he said this. This only increased Winry's worry and anger.

 

“I need to get something.” She growled under her breath, setting down the arm she was working on, she walked stiffly out of the room, fists clenched tightly. She could hear Maes' disappointed sigh, and she wished he didn't have to witness her walking out like that. And little did they know, she lingered by the door, leaning against the wall beside it: she could hear their conversation.

 

“Go a little easy on her,” Maes smiled softly, “Loved one's worry a lot, and it'll only increase with statements like that.”

 

“I know,” Edward, mumbled under his breath as his golden gaze slid toward the window. “All I seem to do is make her worry…” His voice drifted off as they came out as barely a whisper.

 

“That's the price of working for the military, unfortunately, we need to make sacrifices in areas we wouldn't have dreamed of.”

 

“But that's no excuse,” Once again Edward blamed himself once again, “I should be getting my brother's body back, but instead Winry's being dragged along like some voodoo doll!” He growled and his fists instinctively tighten as his nails bit into his own flesh. “Why does the have to be so high?”

 

“You love her don't you?”

 

“She's my friend,” Edward's heart twisted as he said that. It was partially true but not all the way. “I can't think of her as any more.” That last part was a fact: the closer he got to Winry the more danger she'd be in.

 

From outside Winry's breath caught in her throat and her blood rose. Just a friend…

 

End of Flashback

 

“Well, you never know,” Nellie smiled gently toward Winry, “You've told me before that Edward called to check on you when he thought you were in danger, and that's pretty sweet in my opinion. Maybe he does love you, but he just couldn't say it in person. Maybe he was afraid you'd reject him.” She said this with knowing, and it made Winry wonder how she does it.

 

Ed was always afraid of rejection, Winry thought with a sigh as she continued to stare at the locket once more. It held more meaning to it than someone would think just by looking at it. “Thanks, Nellie, I better head back.” The blonde mechanic said her good byes and headed in the other direction. “I wish he would've said something sooner, why before he left? I don't even know when he's coming back!” She mumbled this with anything but satisfaction.

 

“Ed, you idiot.” She growled with frustration.