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24 May 2005 @ 04:35 pm
Jumping on the drabble bandwagon...  

I will write a fanfic or drabble with the pairing
and include the following things:
hand, watch, money

Don't know what pairing to write?
Then let the Fullmetal Alchemist Pairing Machine decide for you

Granny had always said that dogs of the military were to be despised, that they were never to be admired or honored, but Winry couldn't help but become entranced as she watched the woman work.

Whether it be simply a handgun or something larger and more complex, she was able to let the bullets go with the simplest of ease. Shivers ran down Winry's spine as she heard the shells drop on the ground-- not out of complete excitement, but more out of fear and intense awe of what those shells once held: toys of war, silver pellets that pierced the heart and could bring a grown man to his knees.

Suddenly, the sharp, tinny clink of the shells stopped. Winry looked up at Riza from her crouched position on the ground. Riza had put the gun down and was taking off her earmuffs. Winry smiled sheepishly and stood up, taking off her own as well.

"I think that's enough practice for one day," the older woman said, glancing at her watch. The younger nodded in agreement. "How about we get some lunch in he cafeteria?" Winry opened her mouth to protest, to say she hadn't brought any money with her, when Riza added, almost knowingly, "my treat." Winry laughed and nodded again.

As they walked out of the shooting range, Winry couldn't help but want to ask if she could borrow Riza's gun... take it apart... see what made it go. The older blonde noticed the girl staring at the gun in her holster. "Do you think you'd ever want to be a sharpshooter?" Riza asked nonchalantly. Winry shook her head.

"No, ma'am. I like being a mechanic. And besides, my grandma--" she stopped herself from blurting out the nasty description Pinako had given the military "--well, my grandma definitely wouldn't like it if I did." Riza chuckled quietly to herself.

"Well, that's normal, I suppose. I guess us dogs of the military aren't very well-liked, but that's to be expected. I've done my share of dirty work, but I was only doing my job." As she spoke, Riza's eyes became misty and her lower lip trembled.

"I think you're a wonderful person, Riza," Winry interjected, feeling almost ready to cry herself. "Maybe we've seen or done things in the past we wish we hadn't, but you just have to keep looking ahead. That's how I got this far with a smile on my face." Riza looked down at Winry, fighting back tears but looking up with a small smile. The older woman wrapped an arm around the younger girl's shoulder and gave her a tight squeeze.

"You're right," she said. "I guess that's how I got here myself."

Any and all complaints can be taken up with my ASS. XD I must admit, drabbling can be quite fun...

x-posted like a mother.