Hey there. I arrive bearing fic. (Well, more like, I've lurked aside from sometimes feedbacking something and am finally getting around to posting a couple of short fics I wrote a bit ago.)
Title: Hair Trimming Time
Genre: Gen, Fluff
Characters: Ed, Al, and Winry
Pairing: None (They're children, for crying out loud. Ew. O_o)
Word Count: 245
Warning/Notes/Disclaimer: Characters are not mine and I am not making any money off this. However, they do belong to Hiromu Arakawa/Square ENIX, MBS, ANX, BONES, FUNimation Productions, Ltd.
"AUGH! What did you do to my hair?" Ed stared at the little mirror, in horror at his much shorter bangs.
"I was only trying to help," Winry responded tearfully.
Al charged into the room. "Brother! What--?" He came to a stop. And stared.
"Where did your bangs go?"
"Why don't you ask her?" Ed snarled. "Stupid girls."
"I said I was sorry. I just-- I thought it would help you see easier if I trimmed them," wailed Winry.
"Hmph," grunted Ed. He tried to cross his arms, forgetting that he had only the one now and ended up settling for wrapping the one he still had around himself, and glowered out the window.
"Brother," Alphonse said warningly. "Apologize to Winry for making her cry. Now."
"Don't wanna," Ed muttered, still staring out the window.
"Fine. I'm sorry that girls are stupid, Winry."
"BROTHER! What kind of apology is that?!" Alphonse looked pissed. Well, as pissed as a suit of armor could, anyway.
Ed shrank back a bit, chastened.
"I'm sorry for yelling at you about cutting my hair, Winry," he mumbled, fingering the blanket. He made a quick glance at Al. "And for calling you stupid."
Winry sniffled. "O-okay. And I really am sorry about..." She waved her hand helplessly at his face. "I didn't mean to trim quite so much."
"I'll live," he mumbled, still not meeting her eyes. "'S just hair. It'll grow back."
"Not that I'm letting you near it again," he added hastily.
Title: Traitorous Thoughts
Rating: PG? For language.
Characters: Ed and Noa
Word Count: 148
Warning/Notes/Disclaimer: Characters are not mine and I am not making any money off this. However, they _do_ belong to Hiromu Arakawa/Square ENIX, MBS, ANX, BONES, FUNimation Productions, Ltd. kuchenhexe is the one who thought of the title. For I am bad at that sort of thing. ^_^; She and yuuo both took a look-see when I posted this to my LJ and made sure I didn't screw anything up. :D May be triggery. Proceed with caution.
Ed sat on the floor with his knees drawn up to his chest and his arms wrapped around his legs, as far away from Noa as he could get.
"I can't believe you did that to me," he said, sounding pained. "Why?"
"They didn't give me a choice."
He laughed bitterly. "There's always a choice. You just picked a really fucking poor one."
"I'm so sor--"
"Finish that and I swear I'll hit you. You waited until I was asleep and couldn't resist your, your intrusion on my mem-memories and rummaged around like a hausfrau at a rummage sale or flea market. In short, you violated my mind. Why the hell should I believe anything you say? I stood up for you when people harrassed you about what you were. I trusted you. And this is the thanks I get?"
Noa hung her head in shame.
"Get out. And never come back."