A kitten fic!
1 cat stuck in the tree
2 surprising moments (Ed tripping, Winry freaking out.)
3 articles of clothing (jacket, socks, shoes)
5 interruptions (writing-wise? There are way too many interruptions to the story flow. XD;; )
and 1 cupful of fluff / 2/3 teaspoons of sap
(Ed and Winry are eight, Al is seven.)
"We're going to get into so much trouble for sneaking out after dark!" Winry hissed between her teeth as she yanked her coat tighter about her, eyes darting around nervously as she followed the two boys in front of her, wanting so scowl at them and hit them over the head with a stick or something for being so stupid; and for dragging her into this situation, too!
"It's not my fault," Edward was complaining, since it was one of the few times where he wasn't the instigator of the trouble the three of them got into on a regular basis. The older Elric brother was yawning widely and hanging onto a lantern, his other hand held in a vice-like grip by his younger brother Alphonse, who was the one at the very front and dragging the two of them forward away from the warm house behind them.
Winry pursed her lips, suddenly feeling that eight years old was way too early to die. Or worse, be yelled at by Grandma Pinako and grounded from the automail shop.
That would just suck and it would be all Ed's fault.
Okay, maybe not. This time, it had been Al who had woken her up with his excited whispering in the dark, and Ed's sleepy complaints that roused her completely from her dreams. She had opened her eyes to see the two boys trying to sneak out of the room, Al struggling to yank a jacket onto Ed, who looked more like a zombie than anything else so deep into the night.
She never should have insisted to go with them. Nope, nope. She should have just ignored them and gone back to sleep, and tell Auntie Trisha in the morning that her sons had snuck out in the middle of the night.
...But then, if she weren't with them, who would keep those two out of trouble?
"I forgot to put on my socks," Ed whined at Alphonse, stomping his boots on the cold, hard ground. The air was absolutely still at this hour in the morning, and Winry shivered just thinking about what monsters would be lurking in the dark.
She never should have slept over at the Elric's house, no, no...
Her grumblings were interrupted as Ed tripped over something in front of her, and would have stumbled and dropped the lantern had it not been for his grip on Al's hand. Winry, who didn't have the same luxury, walked right into him and gave a little scream, her mind still filled with thoughts of monsters in the dark and creatures that only appeared when the sun was away.
"Shh, Winry!" Al was saying, unusually oblivious to her discomfort as she clung to Ed's arm, staying near the small amount of the light the three of them had.
"Winry, stop grabbing so hard, that hurts," Ed grumbled as he tried to shrug her grip off with no avail.
Boys! They were really so inconsiderate; even her best friends!
Winry only grabbed at Ed's arm harder in retribution, her mood turning cloudy seeing that neither of the brothers were going to pay any attention to her and actually head home. Ed yelped at the pain, but didn't dare try to dislodge her anymore, knowing her well enough to know it would involve more pain should he struggle.
"Why are we out here anyway?" Winry asked anxiously, her voice barely above a whisper despite the other two not minding talking at a normal tone.
It wasn't fair! Last year, Al had been afraid of the dark, too! And this year he was initiating trips out in the dark (which was something she would have expected Ed to do; clearing the two were spending way too much time together...) and not at all scared of being without adult supervision.
"There was a kitten." Al said vaguely, and both Winry and Ed shared a pained, knowing look together. "I could hear the poor thing from the room; he's stuck in the old Fire Tree, I just know it."
"And how do you know the kitten's a he?" Winry grumbled miserably, her mood wilting now that she realized where they were heading. The old Fire Tree was haunted, that was what the other children at school said. It was blackened and withered, and never had a single leaf on it no matter how beautiful the weather was or how green the grass around it turned.
Al gave a wave of his hand at the same time Winry heard one of the branches crack, the sound of something close and dead leaves being crunched even though it was still in-between spring and summer, definitely not the time for leaves to be dry and crumbling.
"What was that?!" She shrieked, tightening her grip on Ed's arm until he cursed and yelled at her to let go, and Al yelled at his brother for using 'a bad word!'
"That was you freaking out!" Ed yelled after being thoroughly chastised by his little brother for his language. "What're you being so antsy about, anyway?"
"I'm not antsy!" Winry snapped back, but didn't let go her of grip on his arm, making Al roll his eyes at them and take the lantern himself, since the flame looked like it was about to go out with all of Ed's waving about. "You're just crazy, that's all! We're going to get in trouble for this!"
Al started forward again with them in tow as Ed sputtered and protested, "How come you never blame Al for anything?"
The banter and light argument was familiar enough to ease Winry's discomfort until they arrived at the tree, about ten minutes' walk from the house, shrouded in darkness of its bark.
"There!" Al pointed up with the lantern, illuminating the darkened tree and its gnarled branches where there were twin amber eyes staring at them in the darkness, scary until Winry could see that it was, in fact, a tiny little kitten stuck and meowing pitifully at them.
Winry gulped as she stared up at the tree, trying to banish all the rumours she had heard about this tree, all those weird superstitions that her friends would whisper with hushed voices and wide eyes.
It's just a stupid tree. There's no such thing as ghosts.
...Right?
As Alphonse set the lantern down on the ground in preparation to climb the tree and rescue the poor kitten from the blackened branches, Winry's mind reeled and recalled a conversation she had with the brothers a few months ago about the existence of ghosts, and Ed's firm denial over their existence and Al's firm belief that there were in fact spirits and souls that might be stuck in the world and constitute as ghosts.
"Al, you'll fall if you go up there!" Winry insisted, staring at the height which the poor kitten had gotten itself stuck. The old Fire Tree wasn't a small tree at all, and it towered over them like an old pine, barely seen in their small amount of light. There was no way he would be able to climb those twisted branches without being able to see his footholds correctly!
Oh, she just wanted them to go home already. It wasn't like the kitten was going to go anywhere, and they could wake someone up, an adult, to take care of it.
Ed squirmed under her grasp, and gave a loud sigh before deciding for himself, "I'll go. Might as well get the dumb cat and then go home. Back to bed." His next words were more musings than anything else, "Nice, warm beds with the fluffy pillows and blankets..."
"No, it's fine." Al protested as Ed approached the deadened tree. "You're still half-asleep, brother, you'll just fall and then mom will find out we snuck out tomorrow because you'll have a sprained ankle you won't be able to explain to her or something."
"Or he might just land on his hard head and be alright," Winry quipped, smiling innocently as Ed turned a bleary glare her way.
Before Ed could think of up a proper comeback to that, Al was already reaching out and finding a firm grip on one of the lower branches, hoisting himself up and wedging his shoes between the narrow gap of the smaller branches and the tree trunk.
"Be careful!" Winry hissed out, stepping closer to the tree with Ed so that they would be able to support Al should he slip and fall.
"You better not fall!" Ed shot out as Al turned his head to grin at them, the quirk of his lips so reminiscent of Ed that Winry suddenly had the urge to smack the elder Elric once more, for being such a bad influence on his little brother.
A few more tree branches and Winry could barely see Al's shadowed shape moving in the tree, going up and up where those glowing amber eyes were.
She waited nervously under the branches, watching for more movements in the dark (and this time not for monsters, but watching to see Al's progress, and making sure he was alright and still there and that the darkness hadn't just swallowed him up because she was sure if it did, then Ed would follow through and then she would have to follow through because what would she tell Auntie Trisha in the morning?) and occasionally shooting Ed a baleful look, only seeing him stare up as well, but his eyes more focused than hers and tracking movement that she couldn't see.
"Ouch." Came Al's voice from above them.
"What happened?" Winry asked, scared that perhaps Al had hurt himself but also slightly confused since he didn't sound very hurt.
"I got my pant leg snagged on a branch... wait... okay, it's off."
Winry couldn't stop her imagination from trying to tell her that this haunted tree was just trying to ensnarl Al; that the branches would be moving soon and winding around the little boy until it ate him up and she and Ed would never know.
Stop it, she told herself desperately as she laced her fingers together to prevent herself from clinging to Ed again. She shouldn't be afraid. If Ed and Al weren't afraid, then she shouldn't be either. They liked her because she wasn't like the rest of the girls, because she wasn't afraid to play in the dirt and hit them when they were being stupid.
Well, Al was being really stupid now, but she couldn't exactly reach him to hit him.
Ed nudged her out of her thoughts. "Look," he said, grabbing at the abandoned lantern and holding it up so that she could see the vague shape of the kitten in the light again and now there was another shape joining the kitten. "He's there already."
Winry couldn't see very clearly, but in the windless night it wasn't hard to hear the definite defensive hiss from the kitten as Al approached it, soft and threatening.
She couldn't make out Al's soothing murmurs from that far away, but her eyes were glued onto his figure as he cautiously extended a hand to the young and cold bundle of fur, hesitating when the kitten flattened itself to the branch and flicked its tail in an unpleased manner.
"Careful, there," she heard Ed mutter, as if he were the one up there trying to placate the kitten and not Al.
There was a tense moment as Al finally closed the final gap between himself and the miserable kitten, his fingers reaching to stroke the top of its head. Winry hadn't even realized she had been holding her breath until Al finally gestured at them that it was okay and she released a lungful of air.
"Stop waving already and just come down!" Ed was shouting up at Al, sounding worried now that his little brother had an armful of kitten to hinder his way down the tree.
Al gathered the kitten carefully against his shirt before stepping back against the tree trunk, leaning precariously at the edge to find a footing on one of the lower branches. For a moment, he looked like he was going to fall and Winry had to close her eyes tight because she didn't want to see him fall, but he managed to catch one of the branches with the hook of his elbow and step down easily until he was only about seven feet above them.
She opened her eyes again when she didn't hear the sounds of Al falling to his death, grateful that he had found his footing only to see the kitten try and squirm out of his grasp, distracting the little boy long enough that his hold on the top branches slipped and he let out a loud yelp, clinging tightly to the kitten as he tried to grab a hold for himself, but not being able to when he lost his balance and couldn't find a foothold either.
Winry didn't even get the time to yell before Ed had dropped the lantern, and moved back a few steps to be directly under Al's fall in order to catch his little brother (who was, by now, just as big as Ed was) and try to cushion his fall.
There was a dull 'thud' of the earth as Al came crashing down the last few feet, kitten securely in his arms as he landed atop his brother, making Ed fall over and crushing the older brother to the ground, flattening him with a resounding hiss of pain.
"Owww..." came the pained mumble from both Ed and Al as Winry tried not to freak out, running over to where they were and falling heavily onto her knees, her face torn between fear and worry for her two best friends.
"Are you two okay?" she asked in a panicked tone, her hands wanting to reach and make sure they were alright; wanting to smack them upside the head for being so stupid and for pulling such a stunt and making her worry so much, but not wanting to hurt them any more than they were already hurt.
"Al, you're heavy," Ed whined from under his little brother, his voice muffled a bit by Al's shirt as Alphonse wiggled to sit up and slide off his brother, mumbling apologies and wincing from bruises he must have acquired from the dull hits of the last few branches on his way down.
Ed sat up after that as well, and Winry finally relaxed some. They both seemed to be alright, especially if Ed still had the energy to complain.
Al grinned when Ed glared at him, knowing that his brother was unhurt and had intercepted his fall, and then uncovered the little bundle in his arms, presenting the cold little golden-furred kitten to Ed and Winry's inspection.
The kitten looked only a few weeks old, and utterly miserable, Winry thought. Cold and damp, and glaring balefully at them from the cover of Al's arms, shivering slightly in the night air as it curled into itself, meowing lowly.
But, she thought as she watched the little pink tongue scrape and clean Al's hands as he held it, it was also really cute. And looked quite taken with Al.
"Do you think we can keep him?" Al was asking Ed, tone hopefully as he moved to press warm fingers at the base of the kitten's head, making it purr quietly. "He looks like he doesn't have a family, and it can't be too hard taking care of a kitten, right, Winry?" The last part was directed at her.
"I don't know," Winry answered, giving a thoughtful look. She had Den, but Den wasn't a cat, Den was a dog. And it was Grandma Pinako who had potty-trained Den and told her what to do when Den wanted something.
"We'll have to ask mom," Ed answered Al, reaching out a hand to stroke tentative fingers along the kitten's back, evoking a louder purr than before. "She has to say yes first."
They stayed sitting on the earth for a few moments, underneath the branches of the old Fire Tree, crowded around this one tiny kitten and whispering to each other about what they would name it, about who would take care of the kitten and if the kitten could play with them when it got a little bit older. It was several minutes later before Winry realized that they were still there under the old Fire Tree, and that it just didn't seem as intimidating as before.
She nudged Al in the arm, earning a quizzical look before she rolled her eyes and asked, "Okay, we saved your kitten. Can we go home now?"
The brothers gave each other a bashful look and grinned at her, nodding.
(And then they go home, Winry bullies them around a bit, and the next day Trisha tells Ed that they can't keep the kitten- which is the flashback scene Al has in episode 13. The End!)
*dies*
2 surprising moments (Ed tripping, Winry freaking out.)
3 articles of clothing (jacket, socks, shoes)
5 interruptions (writing-wise? There are way too many interruptions to the story flow. XD;; )
and 1 cupful of fluff / 2/3 teaspoons of sap
(Ed and Winry are eight, Al is seven.)
"We're going to get into so much trouble for sneaking out after dark!" Winry hissed between her teeth as she yanked her coat tighter about her, eyes darting around nervously as she followed the two boys in front of her, wanting so scowl at them and hit them over the head with a stick or something for being so stupid; and for dragging her into this situation, too!
"It's not my fault," Edward was complaining, since it was one of the few times where he wasn't the instigator of the trouble the three of them got into on a regular basis. The older Elric brother was yawning widely and hanging onto a lantern, his other hand held in a vice-like grip by his younger brother Alphonse, who was the one at the very front and dragging the two of them forward away from the warm house behind them.
Winry pursed her lips, suddenly feeling that eight years old was way too early to die. Or worse, be yelled at by Grandma Pinako and grounded from the automail shop.
That would just suck and it would be all Ed's fault.
Okay, maybe not. This time, it had been Al who had woken her up with his excited whispering in the dark, and Ed's sleepy complaints that roused her completely from her dreams. She had opened her eyes to see the two boys trying to sneak out of the room, Al struggling to yank a jacket onto Ed, who looked more like a zombie than anything else so deep into the night.
She never should have insisted to go with them. Nope, nope. She should have just ignored them and gone back to sleep, and tell Auntie Trisha in the morning that her sons had snuck out in the middle of the night.
...But then, if she weren't with them, who would keep those two out of trouble?
"I forgot to put on my socks," Ed whined at Alphonse, stomping his boots on the cold, hard ground. The air was absolutely still at this hour in the morning, and Winry shivered just thinking about what monsters would be lurking in the dark.
She never should have slept over at the Elric's house, no, no...
Her grumblings were interrupted as Ed tripped over something in front of her, and would have stumbled and dropped the lantern had it not been for his grip on Al's hand. Winry, who didn't have the same luxury, walked right into him and gave a little scream, her mind still filled with thoughts of monsters in the dark and creatures that only appeared when the sun was away.
"Shh, Winry!" Al was saying, unusually oblivious to her discomfort as she clung to Ed's arm, staying near the small amount of the light the three of them had.
"Winry, stop grabbing so hard, that hurts," Ed grumbled as he tried to shrug her grip off with no avail.
Boys! They were really so inconsiderate; even her best friends!
Winry only grabbed at Ed's arm harder in retribution, her mood turning cloudy seeing that neither of the brothers were going to pay any attention to her and actually head home. Ed yelped at the pain, but didn't dare try to dislodge her anymore, knowing her well enough to know it would involve more pain should he struggle.
"Why are we out here anyway?" Winry asked anxiously, her voice barely above a whisper despite the other two not minding talking at a normal tone.
It wasn't fair! Last year, Al had been afraid of the dark, too! And this year he was initiating trips out in the dark (which was something she would have expected Ed to do; clearing the two were spending way too much time together...) and not at all scared of being without adult supervision.
"There was a kitten." Al said vaguely, and both Winry and Ed shared a pained, knowing look together. "I could hear the poor thing from the room; he's stuck in the old Fire Tree, I just know it."
"And how do you know the kitten's a he?" Winry grumbled miserably, her mood wilting now that she realized where they were heading. The old Fire Tree was haunted, that was what the other children at school said. It was blackened and withered, and never had a single leaf on it no matter how beautiful the weather was or how green the grass around it turned.
Al gave a wave of his hand at the same time Winry heard one of the branches crack, the sound of something close and dead leaves being crunched even though it was still in-between spring and summer, definitely not the time for leaves to be dry and crumbling.
"What was that?!" She shrieked, tightening her grip on Ed's arm until he cursed and yelled at her to let go, and Al yelled at his brother for using 'a bad word!'
"That was you freaking out!" Ed yelled after being thoroughly chastised by his little brother for his language. "What're you being so antsy about, anyway?"
"I'm not antsy!" Winry snapped back, but didn't let go her of grip on his arm, making Al roll his eyes at them and take the lantern himself, since the flame looked like it was about to go out with all of Ed's waving about. "You're just crazy, that's all! We're going to get in trouble for this!"
Al started forward again with them in tow as Ed sputtered and protested, "How come you never blame Al for anything?"
The banter and light argument was familiar enough to ease Winry's discomfort until they arrived at the tree, about ten minutes' walk from the house, shrouded in darkness of its bark.
"There!" Al pointed up with the lantern, illuminating the darkened tree and its gnarled branches where there were twin amber eyes staring at them in the darkness, scary until Winry could see that it was, in fact, a tiny little kitten stuck and meowing pitifully at them.
Winry gulped as she stared up at the tree, trying to banish all the rumours she had heard about this tree, all those weird superstitions that her friends would whisper with hushed voices and wide eyes.
It's just a stupid tree. There's no such thing as ghosts.
...Right?
As Alphonse set the lantern down on the ground in preparation to climb the tree and rescue the poor kitten from the blackened branches, Winry's mind reeled and recalled a conversation she had with the brothers a few months ago about the existence of ghosts, and Ed's firm denial over their existence and Al's firm belief that there were in fact spirits and souls that might be stuck in the world and constitute as ghosts.
"Al, you'll fall if you go up there!" Winry insisted, staring at the height which the poor kitten had gotten itself stuck. The old Fire Tree wasn't a small tree at all, and it towered over them like an old pine, barely seen in their small amount of light. There was no way he would be able to climb those twisted branches without being able to see his footholds correctly!
Oh, she just wanted them to go home already. It wasn't like the kitten was going to go anywhere, and they could wake someone up, an adult, to take care of it.
Ed squirmed under her grasp, and gave a loud sigh before deciding for himself, "I'll go. Might as well get the dumb cat and then go home. Back to bed." His next words were more musings than anything else, "Nice, warm beds with the fluffy pillows and blankets..."
"No, it's fine." Al protested as Ed approached the deadened tree. "You're still half-asleep, brother, you'll just fall and then mom will find out we snuck out tomorrow because you'll have a sprained ankle you won't be able to explain to her or something."
"Or he might just land on his hard head and be alright," Winry quipped, smiling innocently as Ed turned a bleary glare her way.
Before Ed could think of up a proper comeback to that, Al was already reaching out and finding a firm grip on one of the lower branches, hoisting himself up and wedging his shoes between the narrow gap of the smaller branches and the tree trunk.
"Be careful!" Winry hissed out, stepping closer to the tree with Ed so that they would be able to support Al should he slip and fall.
"You better not fall!" Ed shot out as Al turned his head to grin at them, the quirk of his lips so reminiscent of Ed that Winry suddenly had the urge to smack the elder Elric once more, for being such a bad influence on his little brother.
A few more tree branches and Winry could barely see Al's shadowed shape moving in the tree, going up and up where those glowing amber eyes were.
She waited nervously under the branches, watching for more movements in the dark (and this time not for monsters, but watching to see Al's progress, and making sure he was alright and still there and that the darkness hadn't just swallowed him up because she was sure if it did, then Ed would follow through and then she would have to follow through because what would she tell Auntie Trisha in the morning?) and occasionally shooting Ed a baleful look, only seeing him stare up as well, but his eyes more focused than hers and tracking movement that she couldn't see.
"Ouch." Came Al's voice from above them.
"What happened?" Winry asked, scared that perhaps Al had hurt himself but also slightly confused since he didn't sound very hurt.
"I got my pant leg snagged on a branch... wait... okay, it's off."
Winry couldn't stop her imagination from trying to tell her that this haunted tree was just trying to ensnarl Al; that the branches would be moving soon and winding around the little boy until it ate him up and she and Ed would never know.
Stop it, she told herself desperately as she laced her fingers together to prevent herself from clinging to Ed again. She shouldn't be afraid. If Ed and Al weren't afraid, then she shouldn't be either. They liked her because she wasn't like the rest of the girls, because she wasn't afraid to play in the dirt and hit them when they were being stupid.
Well, Al was being really stupid now, but she couldn't exactly reach him to hit him.
Ed nudged her out of her thoughts. "Look," he said, grabbing at the abandoned lantern and holding it up so that she could see the vague shape of the kitten in the light again and now there was another shape joining the kitten. "He's there already."
Winry couldn't see very clearly, but in the windless night it wasn't hard to hear the definite defensive hiss from the kitten as Al approached it, soft and threatening.
She couldn't make out Al's soothing murmurs from that far away, but her eyes were glued onto his figure as he cautiously extended a hand to the young and cold bundle of fur, hesitating when the kitten flattened itself to the branch and flicked its tail in an unpleased manner.
"Careful, there," she heard Ed mutter, as if he were the one up there trying to placate the kitten and not Al.
There was a tense moment as Al finally closed the final gap between himself and the miserable kitten, his fingers reaching to stroke the top of its head. Winry hadn't even realized she had been holding her breath until Al finally gestured at them that it was okay and she released a lungful of air.
"Stop waving already and just come down!" Ed was shouting up at Al, sounding worried now that his little brother had an armful of kitten to hinder his way down the tree.
Al gathered the kitten carefully against his shirt before stepping back against the tree trunk, leaning precariously at the edge to find a footing on one of the lower branches. For a moment, he looked like he was going to fall and Winry had to close her eyes tight because she didn't want to see him fall, but he managed to catch one of the branches with the hook of his elbow and step down easily until he was only about seven feet above them.
She opened her eyes again when she didn't hear the sounds of Al falling to his death, grateful that he had found his footing only to see the kitten try and squirm out of his grasp, distracting the little boy long enough that his hold on the top branches slipped and he let out a loud yelp, clinging tightly to the kitten as he tried to grab a hold for himself, but not being able to when he lost his balance and couldn't find a foothold either.
Winry didn't even get the time to yell before Ed had dropped the lantern, and moved back a few steps to be directly under Al's fall in order to catch his little brother (who was, by now, just as big as Ed was) and try to cushion his fall.
There was a dull 'thud' of the earth as Al came crashing down the last few feet, kitten securely in his arms as he landed atop his brother, making Ed fall over and crushing the older brother to the ground, flattening him with a resounding hiss of pain.
"Owww..." came the pained mumble from both Ed and Al as Winry tried not to freak out, running over to where they were and falling heavily onto her knees, her face torn between fear and worry for her two best friends.
"Are you two okay?" she asked in a panicked tone, her hands wanting to reach and make sure they were alright; wanting to smack them upside the head for being so stupid and for pulling such a stunt and making her worry so much, but not wanting to hurt them any more than they were already hurt.
"Al, you're heavy," Ed whined from under his little brother, his voice muffled a bit by Al's shirt as Alphonse wiggled to sit up and slide off his brother, mumbling apologies and wincing from bruises he must have acquired from the dull hits of the last few branches on his way down.
Ed sat up after that as well, and Winry finally relaxed some. They both seemed to be alright, especially if Ed still had the energy to complain.
Al grinned when Ed glared at him, knowing that his brother was unhurt and had intercepted his fall, and then uncovered the little bundle in his arms, presenting the cold little golden-furred kitten to Ed and Winry's inspection.
The kitten looked only a few weeks old, and utterly miserable, Winry thought. Cold and damp, and glaring balefully at them from the cover of Al's arms, shivering slightly in the night air as it curled into itself, meowing lowly.
But, she thought as she watched the little pink tongue scrape and clean Al's hands as he held it, it was also really cute. And looked quite taken with Al.
"Do you think we can keep him?" Al was asking Ed, tone hopefully as he moved to press warm fingers at the base of the kitten's head, making it purr quietly. "He looks like he doesn't have a family, and it can't be too hard taking care of a kitten, right, Winry?" The last part was directed at her.
"I don't know," Winry answered, giving a thoughtful look. She had Den, but Den wasn't a cat, Den was a dog. And it was Grandma Pinako who had potty-trained Den and told her what to do when Den wanted something.
"We'll have to ask mom," Ed answered Al, reaching out a hand to stroke tentative fingers along the kitten's back, evoking a louder purr than before. "She has to say yes first."
They stayed sitting on the earth for a few moments, underneath the branches of the old Fire Tree, crowded around this one tiny kitten and whispering to each other about what they would name it, about who would take care of the kitten and if the kitten could play with them when it got a little bit older. It was several minutes later before Winry realized that they were still there under the old Fire Tree, and that it just didn't seem as intimidating as before.
She nudged Al in the arm, earning a quizzical look before she rolled her eyes and asked, "Okay, we saved your kitten. Can we go home now?"
The brothers gave each other a bashful look and grinned at her, nodding.
(And then they go home, Winry bullies them around a bit, and the next day Trisha tells Ed that they can't keep the kitten- which is the flashback scene Al has in episode 13. The End!)
*dies*