Somewhat Human (Fullmetal Alchemist)

32: Fullmetal's Pitcrew

After dinner they go into their rooms and while Edward sleeps, (Y/n) and Alphonse try to get the blood stain out of (Y/n)'s shirt, eventually giving up. An oddity of the night was that Mr. Curtis came into their room and asked if they wanted to feed the strays, which they happily agreed to.

In the morning they didn't have to do much packing since their suitcases were still packed from Edward and (Y/n)'s trip to Southern Headquarters, " We need to get rid of these instant stew packets Eddie." (Y/n) tells, Edward picks up the packets and shoves them in (Y/n)'s hands, " You take them then."

Fumbling around with the packets (Y/n) puts them in her unused third zipper of her fanny-pack, " Alright I guess, some guy might need them on road." Alphonse looks at the two of them pack then at the door of their room," Are we going to stay for breakfast?" Alphonse asks.

" As if we have a choice." Edward grumbles, closing up his suitcase, Edward's grumpiness caused (Y/n) to slightly laugh, " I guess we'll say goodbye after breakfast." They all nod and go into the kitchen.

Today Mr. Curtis was making breakfast, it appeared to be pancakes, " Good morning, sleep well?" Edward nods and looks over to the table where Izumi was looking at the bags of watermelon, mumbling about what to do with them. The three of them go sit down and say good morning, " You three are leaving today, aren't you?" Izumi suddenly guesses.

The three of them looked at Izumi surprised, " We know that, but how do you know that?" (Y/n) questions, Izumi picks up the bags of watermelon and sets them on the counter before looking at the group, " Everything has been handled so the question is, where are you headed next?" Edward looks at his automail arm, " Rush Valley, to see my mechanic."

Izumi hums and looks at Edward's automail as well, " I see, when does the train leave?" (Y/n) looks at Izumi and smiles, " After breakfast." Izumi looks a tad surprised at (Y/n)'s answer but still manages to save face, " Well, don't get yourselves killed." Alphonse shakes his head, " We won't." Izumi walks away to help her husband with breakfast, a possible smile on her face.

Breakfast is served and everyone sits at the table, as they eat Izumi looks at the yellow tulips (Y/n) gave her and sees a petal about to fall off, " (Y/n), do you know any ways to persevere flowers?" (Y/n) nods and starts explaining how to press flowers.

"Get wax paper, lay the wax paper put flowers on it and place it into a heavy book, then use another piece of wax paper and put it on top of the flowers and shut the book. You're gonna want to weigh it down with another book, once they're flat and dry you can frame them or do whatever you'd like."

After (Y/n) is done explaining Izumi nods and continues eating, " Right, thank you." Everyone eats and after Edward finishes up they all start getting ready to leave. Once they're all packed up and ready to go they say goodbye, " Bye! Thanks for everything!" Mr. and Mrs. Curtis wave and wish them luck on their journey ahead.

When they leave Izumi looks at the bird (Y/n) made out of a fork, " A bird and a bouquet of flowers, she's a giver." Mr. Curtis rests a hand on his wife's shoulder, " Are you alright?" Izumi touches his hands and nods, " Those kids aren't meant to stay in one place." It made the bird painfully ironic.

=TIME SKIP=

The three of them made it to Rush Valley and the town is as lively as they remember, " Winry made quite a name for herself here." Alphonse notes, the streets were all a buzz about a talented young lady endearingly named, ' Miss Winry.' (Y/n) looks over to Edward who was naturally nervous about telling Winry he busted his automail.

" Loosen up Eddie, you didn't break it as much as you usually do, it's cause for celebration!" Edward sighs and looks at his automail, " She's still gonna be pissed with me." Alphonse laughs and points at the automail shop Winry resides in, " Time to face the music brother, here we are." Edward sweat-drops and (Y/n) would be the one to call out for Winry.