Same, But Different (A Fullmetal Alchemist fan-fic)

Whose Mechanic Are You Now?

Eclair 

In the next several minutes, the lights were on in the room and Winry had gone to work checking out everything about my auto-mail. Her facial expressions changed from dazzled and impressed to worried sick. She noticed something. As she went over every part, she spoke aloud what she noticed, however it all sounded like French or some other foreign language. Whatever it was I didn't have the slightest clue to what she was saying. All I knew was there were a few screws loose and a few bolts out of place. Not to mention the few missing parts and the fact I believe it was being held together by a metal fork from some restaurant where I ended up getting into what could be considered a "bar fight" with a man who was obviously too drunk to notice I wasn't legally an adult yet. He was also wanted by the Further. It wasn't pretty. I didn't even know he was the man that was wanted until after I knocked him out and got a good look at his face. Funny story, really. 

It was time for the question to be raised. I yawned and shrugged my shoulders, "So, what is exactly wrong? I don't feel anything morally wrong, it seems to be working fine." 

"If you fight as much as Ed does then you might as well just hand me your arm and then go into a fight! I'll have to fix it right away!" Winry was determined as a mortifying look flooded her face. Apparently it was really dangerous. I didn't have a problem recently, but then again I really haven't done as much fighting as I typically do. I've also never seen that sparkle in anyone's eye before. 

I questioned her, "You know how to fix it then, right? Because I have a tendency to get in trouble..." 

"So that's why you are strangling him! You're like his evil twin sister without the evil part! You are  exactly like him but opposite in every way! But you're the same person—almost!" Who did she say she was again? 

I repeated myself, "I said, do you know how to fix it because I have a tendency to get in trouble" And my mechanic doesn't live around here or even bother follow me around. Why? Because he hates what I do, especially the 'and I get into a lot of trouble' part. I didn't speak that aloud though. They didn't need to know all of that quite yet. 

"Of course! We'd have to go out to Resemble so I could get the right supplies though!" She was surely energetic about this. Her energy at this time of the morning just made me even more tired as I yawned again.

"Well, okay, but if I get you in trouble," I sigh, remembering, people around me tend to get killed. I had to travel alone. It wasn't really an option. Having someone with me was apparently to dangerous. I didn't know why, I just knew things around me were always suspicious.  

"Relax, I'm around Ed enough, it's not that-" She was cut off by the sound of something hard smashing into the window. It didn't break, just bounced off. I looked to see what did it. It was yours truly, Mustang standing out there glaring up at the window with a smirk. I groaned as I threw my coat back on and looked to the others. 

I roll my eyes, "It's everyone's favorite burnt out flame on a rainy day out there. I think I better go out there and—" 

"I'm going too, he's not going to hear the end of this until he burns the last of those newspapers," Ed says, putting on his jacket too. I looked around before I shrugged. I grabbed the newspaper and clutched it in my first once again before I paced back to the window and forced it open. It was better than going back into the hallway. I think people weren't happy with us out there considering the time. We then both jumped out the window to greet him and whatever he had in mind. Yeah we did fall from the second story, yet my landing was flawless. I was quite used to falling down distances such as that one. Yeah it was bad on my knees, but I only have one so as long as I always put more force on my metal leg I'd be fine.