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Held: Chapter 16
Han-chan Omake time!
Yaoi warning:
Omake 1:
“Roy!”
My eyes shot open, without thinking I threw myself into a sitting position causing a startled cry to tear its way from my throat, shit. I looked beside me, Roy wasn’t there, the pain of the separation caused me to tear up. Oh, God, it hurt so much to be without him.
I took deep breaths, trying to sooth the pain of loneness. I needed more anti-depressants, damn it. Ok, what I really needed was to think more before I did something stupid like that again, I was a big ass hole to Roy, and now I am paying.
Omake 2:
Klose smiled at me. “Well, the only reason I asked is because I need the papers you signed for Lieutenant Gorman.”
The specific papers Klose was talking about were all the way back in my dorm. Ah, I was too lazy to limp my way back there if Roy couldn’t carry me! “Do you need them right now?”
Klose went in thought for a moment; she then opened up her planner, skimming through things she had written down. “I don’t need them this instant, but is there anyway you could drop them off later today? I just have to take the papers to the service desk by early tomorrow morning. Wait, I have an idea. How about you drop the papers off around 7 at my dorm, we then can just go to the café together and get some dinner.”
“No can do. I have a date with Roy” I smirked as I watched her face turn to rage, then to jealousy, then finally compose in a split second.
“Ok, well then leave them outside your door and I will pick them up in the morning” she said, forcing a smile.
Omake number…2! Written by Gomp/Chan
It was almost as if I messing with my auto-mail had messaged Winry in some telepathic freaky way. Because sure enough, after I replaced the plate over my knee, a knock was at my door. It was an officer telling me I had a phone call. Ha, ha, what bloody luck.
(Over in Rizenpool)
“Granny! I need-“ Winry suddenly looked down and had a feeling of horrid de ja vus come over her, somewhere, somehow, there was broken auto-mail!
“Never mind! I will be out for a bit!” Winry looked around and saw no one.
“Pretty Mechanic Make Up!” She instantly turned into a Sailor Scout Auto-mail!
Steel shoes, silver skirt, and the shiny gleam of silver lipstick suddenly took over her form.
“I will solve this case of misfortune auto-mail, even if it kills me!
(corny scene change)
Edward stood in the phone booth, waiting for someone to respond on the other side of the line. He finally hung up the phone and began to fume; he had limped all this way for absolutely nothing! God damn, sometimes the world really pissed him off.
Edward turned to leave, but stopped when he heard the tapping of a steel toed shoe. His eyes widened when he realized who stood before him.
(momentary flashback)
Winry in the blink of the eye was mysteriously transported to the poor soul who had broken their auto-mail. She was prepared to save the day, to save the world from the gloomy possibilities of broken limbs. She looked up, prepared to kindly greet the person who was suffering.
What she saw…
…ha…
Ha, ha.
(back to Edward)
“Winry, I can explai-” His worlds would never be finished.
Winry figured the blood on the floor could easily be mopped up. She picked up her wench which now was drenched in the liquid of Edward’s blood.
Sailor Auto-mail has saved the day once more.
For this I did the plot outline and she fleshed it out.
Han-chan Omake time!
Yaoi warning:
Omake 1:
“Roy!”
My eyes shot open, without thinking I threw myself into a sitting position causing a startled cry to tear its way from my throat, shit. I looked beside me, Roy wasn’t there, the pain of the separation caused me to tear up. Oh, God, it hurt so much to be without him.
I took deep breaths, trying to sooth the pain of loneness. I needed more anti-depressants, damn it. Ok, what I really needed was to think more before I did something stupid like that again, I was a big ass hole to Roy, and now I am paying.
Omake 2:
Klose smiled at me. “Well, the only reason I asked is because I need the papers you signed for Lieutenant Gorman.”
The specific papers Klose was talking about were all the way back in my dorm. Ah, I was too lazy to limp my way back there if Roy couldn’t carry me! “Do you need them right now?”
Klose went in thought for a moment; she then opened up her planner, skimming through things she had written down. “I don’t need them this instant, but is there anyway you could drop them off later today? I just have to take the papers to the service desk by early tomorrow morning. Wait, I have an idea. How about you drop the papers off around 7 at my dorm, we then can just go to the café together and get some dinner.”
“No can do. I have a date with Roy” I smirked as I watched her face turn to rage, then to jealousy, then finally compose in a split second.
“Ok, well then leave them outside your door and I will pick them up in the morning” she said, forcing a smile.
Omake number…2! Written by Gomp/Chan
It was almost as if I messing with my auto-mail had messaged Winry in some telepathic freaky way. Because sure enough, after I replaced the plate over my knee, a knock was at my door. It was an officer telling me I had a phone call. Ha, ha, what bloody luck.
(Over in Rizenpool)
“Granny! I need-“ Winry suddenly looked down and had a feeling of horrid de ja vus come over her, somewhere, somehow, there was broken auto-mail!
“Never mind! I will be out for a bit!” Winry looked around and saw no one.
“Pretty Mechanic Make Up!” She instantly turned into a Sailor Scout Auto-mail!
Steel shoes, silver skirt, and the shiny gleam of silver lipstick suddenly took over her form.
“I will solve this case of misfortune auto-mail, even if it kills me!
(corny scene change)
Edward stood in the phone booth, waiting for someone to respond on the other side of the line. He finally hung up the phone and began to fume; he had limped all this way for absolutely nothing! God damn, sometimes the world really pissed him off.
Edward turned to leave, but stopped when he heard the tapping of a steel toed shoe. His eyes widened when he realized who stood before him.
(momentary flashback)
Winry in the blink of the eye was mysteriously transported to the poor soul who had broken their auto-mail. She was prepared to save the day, to save the world from the gloomy possibilities of broken limbs. She looked up, prepared to kindly greet the person who was suffering.
What she saw…
…ha…
Ha, ha.
(back to Edward)
“Winry, I can explai-” His worlds would never be finished.
Winry figured the blood on the floor could easily be mopped up. She picked up her wench which now was drenched in the liquid of Edward’s blood.
Sailor Auto-mail has saved the day once more.
For this I did the plot outline and she fleshed it out.