Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ Love Bet ❯ To Fall or Not? ( Chapter 3 )

Hey people sorry for not updating in like forever.

 

 

Chapter 4: To Fall or Not? 

 

 

Disclaimer: I do not own FMA…there I said are you happy now? *glares at big guys in suits and sunglasses* =they nod their heads= Damn you!

 

 

 

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“Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!!!!!” she screamed as she felt herself falling. She closed her eyes tightly and prepared for the impact.

 

 

 

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Havoc's P.O.V.

 

`Ugh…what's all that noise?' I opened my eye to find myself in an unfamiliar place. `Where the hell am I?' I thought. `Wait, I remember now…this is Scieszka's house, wait, I remember her name? How…strange? Where is she anyway?' I sat up and looked around. I then saw Scieszka carrying a tray of desserts coming closer to me. Suddenly she tripped on one of her books and was falling. It all happened so fast I didn't notice I'd caught her before she fell to the ground, and somehow had managed to save all of the desserts from falling on the ground as well. I still hadn't quite registered the fact when she spoke.

 

 

 

 

“Um…Havoc?” she said timidly.

 

 

 

 

I looked down at her and saw that her face was very red.

 

 

 

 

Narrators' P.O.V.

 

 

 

 

“Huh?”

 

 

 

 

“Ah..um..w-well, c-could you put me down?” she stuttered nervously, blushing to the root of her hair.

 

 

 

“Sure…” he said setting her down on her feet, but not letting her go.

 

 

 

“I uh…well I…thank you, thank you for c-catching me before I fell,” she said blushing an even darker shade of red.

 

 

 

“Mmhm…” he responded.

 

 

 

“Um Havoc?” she said breathily.

 

 

 

“Mm?” he responded.

 

 

 

“C-could you maybe put the desserts on the table there while I go to the kitchen and get the hot chocolate?” she asked motioning to the table next to the couch he had been on and then to the kitchen.

 

 

 

“Uh-huh,” he replied putting the desserts on the table and sitting down on the couch-he still hadn't let her go.

 

 

 

“I'm gonna need for you to let me go know, Havoc,” she said blushing furiously looking at their hands.

 

 

 

Havoc looking down at their still interlocked hands said, “Oh.” The he finally let go of her hands.

 

 

 

Feeling relieved yet disappointed that he had finally let go of her hand, headed to the kitchen to get the hot chocolate. `Dear God, what happening to me?! I'm getting all flustered whenever he's around me, and I feel as if I had butterflies in my stomach-just like in the romance novels I read where the girl falls for the guy. Oh my God, I'm falling for Havoc!'

 

 

 

This last thought made her drop the cup she had gotten out of the cupboard to put the hot chocolate in and scream. Thus making Havoc rush in a hurry with his gun drawn, looking worried.

 

 

 

“Scieszka are you alright? What happened?” he asked. The sound of something shattering and Scieszka's scream shook him out of the daze he had been in.

 

 

 

Gasping, and then blushing furiously, she said, “I-it's uh…nothing, nothing at all, I just…(`found out I like you') dropped the cup is all, haha, butterfingers,” she said, raising her hands in the air and laughing nervously. “Why?”

 

 

 

“I thought you'd been attacked or something like that,” he answered putting away his gun and going over to Scieszka stood. “Do you have a broom and pan?” he asked.

 

 

 

“Over in that cupboard, why?” she asked again.

 

 

 

“Well, we don't want anyone to get hurt now do we?” he countered with his own question, going over to the cupboard and getting what he wanted, headed back to Scieszka.

 

 

 

“Uh, no I guess not,” she replied.

 

 

 

“Well, then we'd better clean this mess up,” he said, sweeping up the broken pieces of the cup Scieszka had dropped.

 

 

 

“Oh, Havoc you don't have to do that. You're a guest in my home, besides I'm the one that caused this mess, so I should be the one cleaning it up,” she said hurriedly.

 

 

 

“Heh, it's alright besides how can you do anything when you're right in the middle of everything? You'll hurt yourself if you try to,” he said finishing up with sweeping. “Where's your trash can?” he asked.

 

 

 

“Over there, under the sink,” she answered.

 

 

 

“Okay,” he went over to the sink and bent down to throw away the broken pieces of the cup.

 

 

 

`Wow, he has a nice butt...wait what am I saying?! Bad Scieszka, bad, thinking such things about Havoc.' She mentally berated herself blushing.

 

 

 

“Scieszka are you feeling alright?” he asked looking at her strangely. `She's weird….'

 

 

 

“Huh?” she asked blushing even more.

 

 

 

“You're face is getting very red,” he said reaching for her face, “And you're hot and getting hotter, do you have a fever?”

 

 

 

This making Scieszka even redder.

 

 

 

---------------------------------Back at East Headquarters--------------------------------

 

 

“So tell us Winry, when will your pen pal get here exactly?” asked Hawkeye, looking at the mechanic.

 

 

 

“She said that she'd be here at noon,” she replied.

 

 

 

“Did she tell you where to meet her?” asked Hawkeye.

 

 

 

“Yes. At the shopping central in town,” answered Winry looking at her watch. “It's already a quarter to noon, I should get going if I want to be on time.”

 

 

 

“Edward and Alphonse will go along with you,” said Mustang.

 

 

 

“What?” cried Winry, Ed, and Al at the same time.

 

 

 

“We need you to have escorts, or otherwise you'd get lost and would never get to where you need to be on time, and then your friend would be lost in this big city. Furthermore, she would be unprotected from thieves and such, and you wouldn't want her to get hurt because you weren't there, now do you?” countered the Colonel.

 

 

 

“N-no, I guess not…” replied Winry.

 

 

 

“That doesn't explain why we have to act as escorts and guards!” cried the angry blond alchemist.

 

 

 

“Now, now Edward, be reasonable,” said the Colonel, ­his arms up with his hands facing upward, shaking his head.

 

 

 

“Reasonable?!” Ed said practically foaming at the mouth.

 

 

 

“Aniki, please calm down. It's alright really. Besides you don't want the girls to get lost or hurt, do you?” asked Al trying to calm his brother down.

 

 

 

“Hmph, Fine! I'll do it…but not because you asked me to!” he screamed pointing at the Colonel.

 

 

 

“Heh,” the Colonel smirked. “Good, now that that's settled…what are you waiting for? Get moving or you'll be late.”

 

 

 

“Grrr…Winry, Al, let's go,” he said angrily, glaring at his commanding officer.

 

 

 

“Hai,” replied the two, following after the angry blond toward the shopping center to get the supermodel.

 

 

 

`Good. The sooner they get that supermodel to agree to the plan, the sooner I get to see Riza in a skirt! Mwahahahaha…(BueFlame: Geez, you bloody old hentai. Mustang: Hey! I may be a hentai but I most definitely am not old! BueFlame: Keh! Whatever, you hentai . . . anyway, on with the show -er- I mean fic! Hahahaha . . . sumimasen! Mustang: Hahahahaha, baka no onna BueFlame: ::eyebrow twitching, fists clenching:: What did you call me? Mustang: ::looks at me with dark aura visible around my body and flames in my eyes:: Eh heh…uh…nothing? ::cowers:: Wait what am I cowering for? I am the Flame Alchemist! I can take a simple girl on, no problem! BueFlame: You forget that I have the powers of an authoress!! ::gets a hose out of nowhere and shoots a lot of water at Mustang, blowing him into a wall that also appeared out of nowhere:: Heheheheheheh…Mwahahahaha…What are you going to do now? ::stands over Mustang's unconscious body:: Now, what to do with you? Does anyone want him? I'm willing to share as long as I get him back, `cuz I need him for the rest of the story.)

 

 

 

`What's Roy plotting?' thought Riza looking at the Colonel-he was spacing out.

 

 

 

---------------------------------Noon at the Shopping Center-----------------------------

 

 

 

`Argh! Where is she? She said she'd be here. I told her to be here and I also told her to be on time! She knows I hate others being late' thought a young woman.

 

 

 

“Mya!” called some one from behind her. She turns and sees two blonds, one of them being her pen pal, and a suit of armor.

 

 

 

“You're late,” she said angrily.

 

 

 

“Ah yeah…well we kinda had to stop by the tool shop, I-uh-well…” she muttered blushing and looking at the ground.

 

 

 

“You mechanic-tool-junky,” replied the girl, her eyes softening and smiling at her friend.

 

 

 

“Ah! Hey! Who you calling a mechanic-tool-junky!” she cried.

 

 

 

“Hmph,” she smiled.

 

 

 

“Hmm,” Winry smiled back at her.

 

 

 

Watching the interaction between the two Ed thought, `Girls are weird…but pretty...wait, why am I thinking that? Well it's true…now that I get a good look she really is pretty, both of them are'

 

 

 

The young woman that was know as Mya had long midnight black silky hair, porcelain skin, rose red lips, and an hour glass figure that was complemented by the little white strapless dress she was wearing.

 

 

 

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A.N. `Kay that's it for now, hope you liked it! Again, I'm really, really, really, really, really, really, really, sorry for not updating in like forever.

 

 

 

Ja Ne!