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

Fixing An Arm & A Roof

Eclair

I don't know how I managed to do it, but somehow I fell asleep that night. Yet I somehow did, because here it was the next morning and sunlight was pouring in from the window on the other side of the room.

"Mmm that's bright," I moan, trying to bury my head in my pillow further to black out the light. It didn't work at all however. I just groaned again, deciding to open the window and perhaps actually get some fresh air for the morning. I didn't bother with shoes, I just went to the window.

It took a bit of effort, but I was able to open the window and let the sunlight finally pour in. I shrugged at the thought of staying indoors and instead climbed into the window and out onto the roof. I walk along the edge of the roof, treading the normal dangers of walking on the roof of the second story. I kept my arms out for balance, carefully placing one foot in front of the other. I took a deep breath in and exhaled this dewy air. I finally finished my tread on the edge and just sat on the roof, letting the sunrise warm my face. It warmed my stomach, which still remained cold due to Winry was 'washing' my clothes. The early breeze swept back my mess of waist length muddy brunette hair and chilled me even more. I shivered a bit before deciding that it was best that I went back inside. 

I swung myself back in the window before closing it tight and diving back beneath the sheets, which would hopefully keep me warm. I just couldn't shake the cold feeling.

After closing my eyes and resting for a few minutes, I hear a rustling sound in the room. It was hard to pinpoint just what the sound was. My eyes flew open with alarm. Someone was in the room.

Beneath the sheets I change my arm into a dagger, following a plan I just made up a few seconds prior. I slowly count down the time in my head before I launched myself out of my bed and onto whoever was in the room, tackling them rather too easily to the floor and forcing my arm up to their neck. 

But who exactly did I tackle down to the floor?

Alphonse.

"What the hell are you doing here?!" I nearly screamed at him. 

He threw up his hands in defense, "I was bored and I thought I heard you were—"

I turn bright red in embarrassment, "You were watching me sleep?!"

"I just heard you get up! Sorry El!" He sure liked calling me El... 

I let out a sigh that sound more like a growl, "Well, I'll believe you this time, but the next I may not." I got off of him and changed my arm back, calming myself down. I quickly remembered what I was wearing and screamed bloody murder.

"Stop screaming El!" Al screamed back. I finally stopped when I was out of breath.

Al sighs and walks out, not desiring to have to listen to my screaming any more. 

I end up sitting on my bed and shake my head at myself. What did I just do? 

Could they just not leave alone?

I put on my boots while sitting in thought of what all happened. It still somewhat amazed me that I was here today and not sleeping in some run-down hotel or an alley-way. It was nice, considering I woke up and wasn't waking up to go hunt down people. I was here to...relax. Relax. That's what I was doing today.

I continued these thoughts as I threw on my coat and walked over to the door of the bedroom and opening it as like a civilized house guest would, before I walked out so I could see who else was up at the hour of... I dug through my coat pockets and realized I left my pocket watch on the nightstand.