Title: Vanity

Characters: Edward and Winry

Genre: Romance/Slice of Reality

Type: AU or AR

Words: 831 (without AN or Intro)

Vanity:

(noun) excessive pride in one's appearance, qualities, abilities, achievements

There were many other definitions but this was the one he had a particularly obsession over.

Vanity.

If you think about it, the word sounded much like its definition. It rolled off the tongue at first leaving a sickly sweet taste in the cavern of the mouth. Nevertheless, the sweetness turned bitter and heavy and it made him want to scrub his tongue till the taste had become a distant memory.

As a male, he never understood why females felt that they had to be beautiful every second of the day. It was unnatural. People, no matter how hard they tried, had a time in their life where they would be considered just plain ugly. In his opinion, he had always found that when someone was at his or her supposed 'ugliest' time, he found the heart grew, along with the soul and it was probably the most beautiful thing he had ever seen a human do.

He would admit that he was good looking. He would tell you that with his strong masculine features, golden blond hair and serious, quiet, amused eyes, that he scored quite high in the appearance test.

He knew that every time he walked down the street for lunch, women, married or not, young or old, turned their heads to watch him turn the corner. However, he never let it affect him. He knew that he had the most wonderful woman in the entire world at their house and that she loved him with her whole heart, and he found it quite pointless to try to earn another worthless woman's attention.

However, he never quite blamed the women. He believed it was society that affected women in the modern day and age to act the way as they did. Society told women to be skinny, unnatural, fashion obsessed blonds for males to find them the least bit attractive. Society never really understood the meaning of diversity. Society only understood what was in demanded and at the moment, that was sex, drugs and money.

Yet every time when he came home, he always found real beauty and sweetness in the doorway. He would walk through the door and he would find her tinkering with her newest pet project; her brows furrowed together, her blue eyes burning with determination and otherwise just looking utterly irresistible.

With ease from years of practice, he would lean himself against the open doorway, watching with amazement as she effortlessly cursed when the sharp tool cut her greasy calloused finger. Without any hesitation, she would put her finger in her mouth, making a slight sucking noise as she licked away all the blood droplets from the small wound.

Not a second later, she would look up, the familiar light shining in her sky blue orbs. Then she would come over to him, smudging the oil stain under her eye as she tried to wipe it away, before she would give him a hug and kiss, the smell of oil strong in her hair.

He knew any other woman would have been appalled by the scene but he felt that this was the real her. The greasy, cursing girl that he had come to love in his teenage years had pretty much stayed the same and he loved it.

If he could have had one wish granted, he would have said he wanted things to stay the same. Everything was perfect the way it was and he wouldn't have had it any other way.

After giving him a quick kiss and tender pat on the cheek, she would sway back into the room; his eyes memorized by the swinging of her hips, almost missing it when she informed him that she was going to take a shower and if he would be so kind and clean up her mess for her.

For a second, she would peak her head through the doorway to the kitchen, the brightest smile on her face before she disappeared again, the feelings of gentle warmth buzzing in the air, making everything seem to have a golden haze.

Shaking his head, he would put all the parts back into their right full place, which was anywhere, and he would put it back on the counter in the back corner, where it had rested for 10 years.

Vanity was addicting. There was no doubt about it. It was like a drug. After one taste, a person would come back, hesitating, as if they knew it was wrong, yet it felt so right. After that, it would be too late. They would keep running back for more and more until all that was left was the shell of the person they used to know and the wicked person they had become.

Yet no matter how many times vanity had tried, it could never affect his blond hair grease mechanic that he had come to love, and for that, he loved her more.

Okay I had come up with this drabble after my own poem (it's not as conceited as it sounds) called Emotions. You don't have to read the poem to understand these drabbles but it would be nice to get more reviews. You can never have too many reviews. Anyway I have two more messages. I will update soon, maybe tomorrow or next week so be warned to put this on Story Alert. Second it has been a long time since I have watched FMA, so I may be wrong or have forgotten some things along the way. Thirdly, I only watched the anime so any magna readers I am sorry but don't flame me, politely hit the back button if you don't like. However most of the drabble will be AU, like this one, if you don't like AU, then please don't flame, just hit the back space.

Thank you,

Romancelover1321