¡Ed! ¡En Ciudad Color por Pura Ironía! III

Otro caaap :3
Me inspiré :3
No, mentira, encontré las hojas del delirio después de mucho tiempo sin verlas xD
Que se sepa que tamos escribiéndolo nuevamente ^w^

Tercera trasmutación
La bifurcación, el gato sarcástico y el loco desaforado

-Derecho... doblar en izquierda... ¿¡CUÁL IZQUIERDA!? -Edward caminaba en círculos frente a la bifurcación.

-Dijo que doblemos a la izquierda...

-¡Pero la izquierda está a la derecha y a la izquierda la calle se llama derecha! ¡Maldito chucho volador! -masculló- Tsk, la alquimia no sirve para esto -se tomó la cabeza con las manos, absolutamente exasperado.

Justo entonces, un gato apareció de repente frente a ellos. Su collar decía "Larry" Al corrió a abrazarlo y miró esperanzado a Edward.

-¡NO VAMOS A ADOPTAR NINGÚN ANIMAL PULGOSO, AL!

-¡NO TIENES CORAZÓN!

-¿A quién le dicen animal pulgoso, loco? -un joven desaliñado se acercaba corriendo- ¡Es MI gato! -el aludido levantó una ceja.

-¡Ese gato! -Ed se frotó los ojos, incrédulo- ¡Levantó una ceja!

-¡Sí, wachines! ¡Y es MÍO! ¡Denme a mi gatoooo, ! -el adolescente desaforado se lanzó contra Al mientras "Larry" bostezaba. O eso intenó, ya que unos segundos más tarde ni el gato ni la armadura estaban allí.

-¡¿AL!?-Edward tomó por los hombros al joven de dialecto villero- ¡¿Dónde está mi hermano?! -lo sacudió con los ojos desorbitados- ¡Devuélveme a mi hermano! ¡Te daré mi otra pierna, incluso mi cuerpo, pero devuélvemelo! ¡Es el único que me queda!
-¡Chabón! ¡Media pila, flaco! ¿Qué te pasaba? –Ed lo miró a los ojos y cayó en la cuenta de dónde estaba, soltándolo.
-Ah, lo siento, déjà vu–se disculpó aún algo agitado.
-Hahaha, no hay problema, tu cuerpo lo aceptaría (?) –el adolescente le hizo un guiño sospechoso que Ed, acelerado como estaba, casi no vio.
-Pero, ¿y mi hermano? ¡¿Y tu gato?! ¡¿Y Candela?!
-Ahahaha, llevo meses persiguiendo a ese guachín así que no creo que lo vuelvas a ver, muajajá.
-Tsk, no me ayudas en nad… ¡Espera! ¿¡Para qué demonios querrías mi cuerpo!? –Ed se puso verde al caer en lo que le había dicho el flaco desaliñado- Mejor no escucharlo.
Sin querer oír una palabra más de aquel loco, se puso a correr por la calle llamada Izquierda hasta casi chocarse con un hombre fornido que, con un delantal rosa con volados, silbaba mientras regaba un extraño árbol lila.

VallMell

En el próximo capítulo... ¿Reaparecerá el loco demente o su gato? ¿Será aquel extraño hombre "Stevy"? ¿Podrán Ed y Al reencontrarse a costa de él? ¿O será a costa de "Mandy", o como Ed lo llama, Ignacio?

Espero tener tiempo de seguir pasando, aunque con lo que pasé ya tengo para tres o cuatro entraditas de éstas más xD
Suerte!

Vall

¡Ed! ¡En Ciudad Color por Pura Ironía! II

Otro capítulo :3
Fijense que dos entradas atrás está el primero :3

Segunda transmutación:
El héroe canino y el nombre del transvestido

Ed y Al pronto perdieron a Mandy de vista entre las callejuelas, puentes y túneles laberínticos de aquella ciudad infernal. Francamente irritado y preguntándose quién demonios habría sido el arquitecto de aquella aberración, Ed gritaba nombres azarosamente, buscando a Mandy.
-¡Ernesto! ¡Juan Luis! ¡Boris! ¡Leonard!

-¿No era una mujer, hermano? -Alphonse se detuvo al ver un perro volador que se detenía frente a ellos. Música de la absoluta nada los aturdió.
♪ Buzz Light Year Versión canina ♪
-¡Fuera, chucho! -Edward había quedado aplastado por el perro espacial, que movía alegremente la cola luego de haberle dado un tremendo lenguetazo.
-Vine a ayudarlos -el perro volvió a flotar- ¡Para afrontar las fuerzas del mal! -el perro quedó aplastado contra un toldo cuando Edward le pegó una dura patada con su pierna metálica.
-¡No me jodas! ¡Yo quiero al rarito para darle una lección, no a un chucho volador!
-¿Al rarito? -el perro se quedó pensativo por unos momentos- ¿Te refieres a Stevy?
-¡Sí! ¡Steve...! ¿Stevy? -Alphonse miró a Edward y notó que ambos se estaban preguntando si no se habrían equivocado con el sexo del nombre.
El perro no les hizo caso.
-Deben seguir por acá derecho, doblar en Izquierda y en la calle Furia lo van a encontrar.
Alphonse miró a Edward con los ojos brillantes.
-¿Podemos adoptarlo, hermano? ¡Es un perro inteligente!
-No, Al, ¡es un perro con casco espacial!
-Es muy lindo, hermano. ¡No tienes corazón! -Edward se golpeó la frente con su mano y se arrepintió al instante por haber usado el automail.
-¡No hay tiempo! -lo tomó a su hermano- ¡Vamos a buscar a Santiago!

MellVall

!haey hO Con esto me retiro. Mi tío ha por fin llegado, se ve que pudo vencer al aqueroso sistema burocrático de nuestro país. See ya ♥

Vall

Before she was gone :3

P.D: En el próximo capítulo... ¿Podrá el pobre sentido de la ubicación de Ed vencer a la laberíntica Ciudad Color por Pura Ironía? ¿Logrará Al conseguir que su hermano le permita quedarse con una mascota? ¿Se irá a chocar con algún tren o trituradora de carne el perro espacial? Todo eso y mucho más, sólo en el Delirios >:3

P.D: Subido a pedido de Vall que se está empapando en Merlo :)
Mell

¡Ed! ¡En Ciudad Color por Pura Ironía! I

Jejeje, sí, Vall empezó un delirio colectivo con su adorado Ed como protagonista e incluso All se sumó ♥ por un rato breve pero provechoso xD
Sigue en escritura, pero es tan genial y tan inusual tener tiempo aproximadamente libre que no pude resistirme a subirlo por partes xD

Primera transmutación:
Los calzoncillos de Ed y el de los gustos exóticos

-Al... ¡SUÉLTAME! ¡LO VOY A DESTROZAR!
Ed despotricaba y pataleaba mientras su hermano lo retenía tirando de su túnica. Mandy lo miraba burlón.
-Muajajá, ¡ENANO! -lo miró altaneramente- Ahora estás en mi territorio, la alquimia no te servirá de nada.
-¡Hermano! -Ed se soltó y del suelo transmutó una lanza.
-No podrás conmigo, enano.
-Ya veremos, rarito -Mandy se colocó en su posición de pelea y lanzó un gritito al estilo kung-fu.
-Tsk -Alphonse lo volvía a retener de la túnica- ¡Suéltame, Al!
-¡Es peligroso, hermano!
Sin pensarlo dos veces, Ed usó su lanza y cortó parte de su túnica.
-Ed, ¡tápate!
-¿Qué sucede ahora, Al?
Los calzoncillos con corazoncitos asomaban junto al trasero de Ed. Se sonrojó violentamente.
-¡IDIOTA! -con las manos intentó taparse- ¡Ayúdame, Al! ¡Un biombo! ¡Una pared! ¡ALGO!
Al miraba desesperado a su alrededor.
-¡Pero no veo nada de eso cerca!
-¡IDIOTA! ¡ALQUIMIA! ¡USÁ LA ALQUIMIA! -Ed estaba tan rojo como su antigua túnica, destrozada en el piso.
-¡Pero no tengo círculo! -Mandy se revolcaba por el pio, muerto de risa.
Con una vena de la sien latiendo furiosamente, Ed le transmutó una tiza, con la que su hermano dibujó un círculo en el piso para transmutar otro círculo debajo de Ed y finalmente transmutar un vistoso biombo rosa pudín, tras el cual Ed se puso a coser su ropa interior.
-Ehm... Ed... ¿te falta mucho?
-¡Espera!
-¡Jamón, enano! ¡No tenemos todo el día! -Mandy miraba sus uñas e inspeccionaba su "francesita".
-¡Espera! ¡YO NO SOY ENANO! -su antena asomaba por el biombo.
-¡E-N-A-N-O! ¡ENANO DE ACERO!
-¿¡A QUIÉN LE DICES PULGA MICROSCÓPICA QUE NI CON LUPA SE VE!?
Una luz azul y violenta salió de detrás del biombo a modo de respuesta al tiempo que una lluvia de grandes piedras caía a unos cuantos metros de Mandy, quien levantó una delineada ceja ante el mal genio del alquimista. Suspiró.
-¿Vas a tardar mucho, pulga? -Ed estaba realmente molesto ya.
-¡NO ME LLAMES ASÍ! ¡TE ROMPERÉ TODOS LOS HUESOS!
Mandy miró a Alphonse buscando una explicación pero éste meneó la cabeza, resignado.
-Hermano...
-¡¿Y ahora qué quieres, Al?!
-¿Por qué no arreglas la ropa con la alquimia?
Hubo un pequeño silencio y luego un gran golpe estremeció el rosado biombo de piedra. Acto seguido, tras otro destello azul, Ed salió de detrás de la pared, riendo fuertemente y sangrando copiosamente por la frente.
-¡AHAHAHA! ¡Qué buena idea tuve, ¿no, Al?!
-Ed... Estás sangrando...
-¡¿QUÉ?! ¡¿DÓNDE?! ¡AAAAAHHHHH! -Mandy rió estrepitosamente, se dio media vuelta u comenzó a alejarse, saludando con una de sus manos llenas de uñas rosa flúo.
-No puedo resistirlo más, me van a matar de la risa. ¡Sayounara~~~! ¡Enano~~~! -Ed tenía un tic nervioso en el ojo.
-¡Sígamoslo, Al!

¡Muajajá! ¡Haey ho! ¡Ed ha caído en las garras de la despiadada Ciudad Color por Pura Ironía!

En el próximo capítulo... ¿Podrá Ed darle una paliza a Mandy? ¿Logrará Al retener el mal genio de su hermano? ¿Se le habrá roto alguna uña a Mandy? Todo eso y más, sólo en el Delirios >:3

AllVallMell

EdxWinry ♥

Se va a necesitar de mucho esfuerzo y dedicación por parte de mangakas y fans para convencerme de que Ed y Winry no son la mejor pareja existente ^^

FullMetal Alchemist: OneShot

Sexual Innuendo

"Ngh… Ah! Edward! Ah!"
"I… can't… Nnn… Winry!"
"You're not in far enough!"
"That's as far… as it goes! AH!"
"Edward! Stop shaking!"
"I… can't… EH! AH!"
"Ugh! Ed you're terrible at this! Ah!"
"Shut up! You're the one making it so difficult!"
"You're such a child… AH! Even… with this…!"
"Come on already! … Go… in…!"
CLANK!
With an exhausted sigh, Winry sat back in her chair. She brushed the back of her hand along her forehead, wiping away the sweat and smearing it with grease. "Man do I hate changing the shoulder," she said, exasperated.
Ed was panting from the pain. "Tell me… about it…" he reached his flesh hand over and placed it on the armless metal shoulder that Winry had just bolted to his bones, "It only has to happen once every 5 years, but man does it suck."
"I'll bet," Winry commented. She collected her tools from around him and placed them in the toolbox beside her chair on the floor, "For once I wish you would just give in and let me use some sort of anesthesia. That sort of pain control can't be easy - even for you."
"Don't worry about it," Edward rolled his new shoulder backwards and forwards, being careful not to let Winry see him wince from the pins and needles he could feel deep in his bone marrow.
Winry sat back up after closing her toolbox, tapping her gloved fist on her chin with her face screwed into concentration. "We have about an hour before we can attach the arm… Need to let the nerves adjust to the new metal…" she was murmuring to herself. Finally, she dropped her hand and looked up at him, "Okay, get up."
Edward blinked, but did as she said. He swung his legs off the side of the bed and stood up. "Can I put my shirt back on?" he asked.
Winry got up from her stool and went over to her workbench, searching for something. "No…" she seemed disconnected when she answered him - like her mind was off somewhere else, "And take off your pants."
More blinking. Then Edward's eyes went wide and his pupils shrank. We have about an hour… Take off your pants… The thoughts ran through his head over and over again, while his eyes stayed focused on Winry's back… with her bare midriff… slender frame… outstanding features…
He shook his head like a madman. Where had that come from?! Winry was just a childhood friend, right? He shouldn't be thinking about shoving all her tools off her workbench and using it to-
"GAH!" Ed shouted, making Winry jump a bit. He stumbled backwards, where the backs of his knees hit the edge of Winry's bed and he fell back onto it.
What the hell was wrong with him?! His hormones were out of control for some reason! All that yelling and moaning earlier must've really screwed with his head.
"Edward?" Winry came over, standing not more than a few inches from him, and leaned her head down until her forehead was practically touching his. He felt his face go bright red. He hoped he could get it under control before his head erupted like a volcano. "Are you all right?" she wanted to know.
"W-What? Who? M-Me? Fine," he was talking way too fast, "I'm fine. Are you okay? B-Because I'm fine."
Winry tilted her head to the side in that way Edward had found adorable ever since they were children and raised an eyebrow at him, "Are you sure? You look really red. You're not getting a fever are you?"
You look really red… Well that sure didn't help lessen the embarrassment on his face. "N-No. You're really hot- I mean feverish! You're really feverish! Er, wait, no… I mean like… I don't have a fever, because you feel hotter than I am." Pause. Panic. "N-N-Not that I've felt y-you or anything! Cause I haven't! Nope. No feeling here!"
Winry looked confused beyond belief, but she pulled back and took a step back. "All right then…" she said hesitantly, "Take off your pants so I can have a look at your leg."
Look at my…? Edward sat up. He could have slapped himself for that one. Of course that's what she meant! He was such an idiot! Stupid fucking hormones… Stop clouding up his head!
"R-Right," he replied. He stared down at his boots for a moment, then kicked them off. He stood up, undid his pants, and pulled them off as told - tossing them onto her bed.
"Ah!" Winry exclaimed excitedly. Edward, clad only in his underwear, turned to see what she was so pleased about, and got an interesting surprise of his own.
"So there's my lucky wrench…" she was murmuring to herself again as she was down on her hands and knees fetching a wrench from beneath her workbench.
"Ngh!" Edward's eyes went round and his mouth dropped for a moment, letting a stream of blood from his nosebleed get into his mouth on accident.
Winry crawled back out from beneath the workbench and turned to show Edward her wrench, (which she had been missing since yesterday morning), only to find him now faced away from her with his hand over his mouth and nose. Man he was such a weirdo today…
"Ed? Are you sure you're okay?" Winry slowly got to her feet, worried blue eyes on the back of Ed's head.
Edward was panicking… again. What was he supposed to do now? If he didn't come up with a really good excuse for this nosebleed, she would connect the dots on her own and that wrench in her hand would go from being a lost and found tool to a deadly weapon!
"I, uh…" he swallowed and pulled his bloody hand away from his even bloodier nose. God he was such a pervert! "I guess I got… up to fast…" he lied lamely, wincing from the pain he knew she would inflict soon enough, "All the blood… drained from my head to quick…"
Winry, completely oblivious to how badly she was making Ed's blood rush, grabbed a small green rag from her stool and went over to him. "You have a nosebleed?" she offered him the rag, "You goofball."
Edward took the rag hesitantly. What sick and twist plot was she coming up with that would allow her to beat that tool into his head repetitively? "That's it?" he asked before he could stop himself.
She blinked at him, "That's what?"
She really didn't get it? "Nothing," he said quickly. He took the rage and wiped away the blood before he gave her enough time to dwell on the possibilities of what, or who, might cause a nosebleed.
"Okay…? Well, sit down then," she told him, "We're not going to change the metal and bolting in your leg until tomorrow, but I'd still like to get a look at what we're dealing with."
With a nod, Edward sat back down on the edge of the bed.
Winry got down on her knees and dug in her toolbox for her small aluminum pole. It wasn't anything especially interesting, but it was perfect for testing metal. She moved across and situated herself on the floor in front of Edward, not noticing the changing shades of red on his face had come back for a round 2.
Edward pressed the rag more firmly against his nose in the hope of stopping the bleeding he felt getting slightly worse. Why did she have to be on her knees? And why did her long blond hair have to brush against his flesh knee every time she moved slightly. It was like pins and needles… but a good kind…
What was with that anyway? He'd never been so sensitive before…
'That sort of pain control can't be easy - even for you.'
Oh you had to be KIDDING!
Really? That was it? His ability to control his hormones was shot until his nerves readjusted because he had already used up all the control he had keeping himself from passing out with the pain of changing his shoulder metal? That was it?!
Winry tapped her aluminum pole on his knee twice, screwing her mouth together in a frown. The sound of the metal told her it definitely needed to be changed tomorrow. She tapped it again, unaware of the vibration she sent pulsating… up… Ed's… leg…
"Ineedtogotothebathroom!" he exclaimed suddenly. He jumped up from the bed and ran out of her room fast enough to make Winry's head spin.
"What the…?" Winry raised an eyebrow at the door of her room where Edward had disappeared through. She shook her head with an irritated huff, "Freaking weirdo."
Edward didn't stop running until he had gotten inside the downstairs bathroom and slammed the door shut so fast he practically broke it down.
With his back pressed firmly against the door and his breathing a ragged panting, Edward did his best to center himself. He couldn't remember this being this bad 5 years ago… But then again, 5 years ago he hadn't gone through the hell that was puberty.
He thumped the back of his head against the door twice. He needed to get it together! He was Edward Elric, damnit, the youngest person to ever become a state alchemist! He had faced off against Scar and lived! He had committed the taboo of all alchemists and lived to tell the tale! He most certainly could control his hormones if he just focused!
Ed took in a deep breath, then exhaled slowly. At least my nose stopped bleeding… he thought optimistically.
Of course, all optimism was shattered when Winry knocked on the door a moment later. "Edward? You in there?" she called, her voice having an edge of worry to it even he could hear.
His face went red, his head exploded. Very, very slowly, with his head staying straight, his pupils dropped - looking down.
This was going to be a long hour.

~THE END~

http://writingismyart.deviantart.com/art/FMA-Edward-X-Winry-OneShot-172462520

Aaaaw, son demasiado geniales ♥

Y sí, el fanfic no es mío xD

Y sí, el fanart tampoco es mío xD

Saludos desvelados xD

Vall

P.D: Ed ♥

P.D 2: El último sí es mío :3