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Title: Reflection (second part of Once a year )
Author: Dikan
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: Ling / Lanfear
Disclaimer: naaaada all this belongs to me, well everyone knows what
XD Summary: Never were interested in the mirrors. It was not something that could be of use to a woman coto open. Lan Fan
wanted to shout that this was stupid and he cared a damn. But the heart has betrayed and was not able to replicate anything, bowing his head in order to avoid its reflection. He ran his hand slowly through his hair, now silky and shiny like a lady. Her skin, normally hidden by the uniform was white and soft, which could be of any boy his age, regardless of position work. The dress she had chosen to sit very well and fit his body, marking the curves of a woman emerging. That aspect had nothing to do with it looked normal. MEJ was much ...r, raising a thumb. And the heart betrayed her again, trembling in his chest despite the anger, shame irritacióny. With burning cheeks and stomach shrunk. ... There was not stupid.

was stupid not to walk on his arm, feeling his warm skin. It was a stupid thing and see how he looked back to look directly, without hiding behind the mask. Feel like a woman for the first time without the weight of the arms or the black uniform. Look at itself and be .

... It was stupid So when Lingwould always be the way he felt with only two words. Precious ... even though it remained the servant and master, and although I had to keep fighting behind the mask the rest of your life ... in the background, behind the barriers, she could return to look in the mirror and knowing at any time beautiful. And the sneaky thought that he had never dared to share with anyone, tore little smiles when she was alone. Only then atrevíaa uniform roll up your sleeves and look again at her white skin, caressing your arms slowly to feel its softness. was not ready to return to see his reflection in the house of Dr. Knox, the day he lost his arm.

not expecting it. The

caught off guard.

Something inside was shattered when his right hand to the arm that was gone. But when it collapsed in bed, unable to hold back tears, she felt guilty for crying mourn ... because that was not just the warrior could not fight back, but also the woman who could not return to feel beautiful. Sometimes thoughts cross your mind so stupid that we can not control & HelliGive, and began the journey with Fuu no looking back.

But sometimes no matter how strong you are or what you will be fierce ...

took two weeks to find an engineer to attend to them properly. Some refused to perform surgery as too hasty, others were discarded because they were not given good spine. Y Lan Fan, but was firm in his determination, he began to realize with dread that reflected the constantly pursued. Followed her through the streets, through the shop windows or glass doors. She was followed by the floor in the puddles of water. When staying at a hostel, the rooms always have a mirror that loomed from the wall, returning the dark look that she had recorded on his face.

was sure his grandfather perfectly captures the growing nervousness, but merely look Fuu quietly without making any comment. Mechanic looking harder, ask more workshops, more and more rapidly mobilized. Until the wait is over and were finally able to settle in a quiet town in the west that seemed to offer good service. - I think that surgery

that point ... And then returned to llenársele eyes with tears and her face turned slowly toward the mirror to look into it.

No, I could not bear to looking so pathetic and sad, looking for silly excuses to fix what is not insurmountable. I could not bear the thoughts a moment longer. I could not bear the harassment of its reflection from anywhere. So faced surgery without a second thought, almost overcome with relief.

That pain could not be compared with anything that had lived update. Neither the edge of kunai sinking into it, taking his step flesh and blood, nor the emergency intervention of Dr. Knox in the house abandoned. Y Lan Fan was sure it would be very difficult to live something that could cope. Fuu stood by him during the operation, firmly holding his right hand as the engineer opened the new meat, preparing the nerve connections and installed the plaque that would inform the automail. Her whole body convulsed and twisted, teeth clenched to keep from screaming, sweaty skin. Tears escaped her eyes closed. But he forced himself mErras Yao clan. The cool fall air. The fireworks of New Year ceremony. The gardens of the residence of the Yao in spring with flowering trees. The faces of all his fellow elite guard, who had so often fought alongside ...

not need an arm of flesh to enjoy all that again. What a waste it was ridiculous compared to life itself. I was prepared for sacrifices. I had asked countless times Ling never give up, be strong. Does she have the right not to be?

- must be strong, Lan Fan, "she had said her grandfather many years ago as a young girl when she began to train stop to be the future of the prince's personal bodyguard . The strongest

. Trains tirelessly campaigned tirelessly. Improving every day until no one can equal you. Because your mission is the most important of all ...

When the nerve connections were ready, the engineer finished installing automail plate. The screws are sunk into his flesh, the compressed metal skin. Then they began to design what would become his new armCarefully fit the prosthesis in the shoulder plate Fan-Lan. Will be a while until the nerves begin to recover enough so you can start to move, and several years until the adaptation is complete. But it is better to go easy or the pain is unbearable, right? Get ready, I will connect the nerves. And, having exchanged a grim look to the young, firmly turned a nut. Lan Fan

had been running from its reflection from the beginning of surgery. He knew his determination flaquearía if volvíaa look at itself before recoveringxtremidad. It was like feeling a thousand needles digging into an open wound. Arched body, sweating, but still stubbornly clenched teeth, no sound.

punctures did not disappear for weeks. The discomfort was constant. At night I could not sleep because of pain. And to try to move the tips of the fingers had to endure some horrible cramps that crossed the entire body and blades. It is sometimes jamming the heart itself was panting, unable to breathe. The automail like a dead weight was unbearable and the metal ice numbing the flesh seemed as if she were eating away at tiny creaturess issue of connections! Your body has to get used to the prosthesis and that takes a while! Perhaps you intended to be so normal just outside the operating room? Only 10 days ago that you installed it, dammit! Be satisfied with the exercises that I sent you and do not try to get to do stunts in the overnight!

really does not matter how strong you are, because, despite everything, things do not always go as you expected ...

Lan Fan

hated those years. Exercises to learn to move your fingers one by one. Exercises to learn to flex the wristrso. was not prepared for it.

yet ... ... it really was that reflected here?

still fresh scars across his shoulder and chest. The contrast between skin color and metal. The screws, gears ... Her fingers trembled as he raised his right hand to caress the automail. And just felt cold and hard. His eyes unconsciously reflected and all I found in them was fear. Fear and desolation. And a wave of anger washed over her, hating herself for being weak, soft and stupidmp; iexcl, What's wrong?

But he could not answer. Could only burst into tears, pulling at his hair and closing her eyes to avoid seeing the metal arm collapsed on the floor, motionless. My head felt ready to burst. Darkness swallowed it as if he were plunging into a bottomless pit.

- This is a hoax! "She cried loudly, holding the prosthesis. No good for nothing! I can not fight back! CAN NOT RESCUE A LING! Fuu

threw the food on the bed and went quickly to his granddaughter, quit & ap; oacute; panting. I was ready to sacrifice ... I was ready ... I can stop being a woman, and not think anymore in that dress ... I do not mind not being nice ... but if I can not fight ... what shall I do, Grandpa? If I can not again become a warrior, what will become of me? She felt

Fuu stiffen beside her and thought for a second slap to make volveríaa react. She wanted to slap herself. But all he did the old man was wrapped in his arms slowly and clasped against his chest, like when I was a child.

Chad been a scratch, she had taken it so seriously now seriously doubted their capabilities in the battlefield. She was the first who could not tolerate the slightest trace of awkwardness, especially with respect to itself.

- No, "replied the prince sharply. I have already said that not five times, and the answer will remain no

.

- waka

But, any failure could be fatal and I ...!

- You're the perfect person for the job, "interrupted Ling, drumming on the table with the brush. I do not want any other person escortp; eacute; think it means to be the best, Lan Fan? Just to be the strongest?

She did not know what to say, so he remained silent, bowing his head.

- If I tell you you're the perfect person for the job, why do not you trust my opinion? The boy leaned on the table, resting her head on her hand. Come, please.

pressing the lips to make them a fine line, Lan Fan stood up and walked up to him, sitting down again beside her with formality. Ling looked at her in silence, seriously.

- &; IQuest; What do you see when you look in the mirror?

- I never look in the mirror, "growled the girl, as if he just insulted.

- Well you should, because until you learn to see yourself as you will not be able to appreciate your worth.

That caught her by surprise. Blinked bewildered, with a gesture question, but Ling was again silent, staring into his eyes before adding:

- I do not care at all whether or not you are physically stronger . I know you're the strongest

here

& ntomed to the connections and movements. For New Year I was able to move around the forearm, flexing and stretching not only the fingers but also the wrist and elbow. The game of the shoulder was the worst, because that came into contact with the bones and muscles of meat with metal prostheses, but it slowed down and continued to practice constantly, until the cramps started forward and the sharp pain subsided.

Ling's words echoed in her mind all day, like an invisible shield against despair. As more time went by, the more he missed. He missed at falhellip;

But nostalgia, sink away again, build up their forces and brightened his mood. Volveríaa not forget, nor volveríaa surrender. Its mission was the most important, and only she could keep it. He continued practicing harder than ever, convinced that he would succeed.

late winter despite the cold, began to leave the forest beside the village to train there. Needed not only to exercise the arm, but the rest of the body, in so for as long as he had in rehabilitation. The shoulder safety & iacute; to hurting and giving him trouble, but soon found that despite that she kept her agility. The automail was heavy, but not much. Could keep climbing almost as easily as before. The new arm assured her balance when jumping or dodging, and it was enough to support only the right to make a turn or flip. Could work, even if not 100%.

The last three weeks spent in learning to handle the long sword that the engineer had installed in the forearm. Sudden movements jamming the rest of the shoulder joints and resented more than usual, but hereIt posed no real problem while I could control the angle and tilt of the arm. A kata practice alone followed reflex tests that subjected to Fuu, throwing things she had to cut. And finally came the sparring that embroiled a grandfather and granddaughter among the trees of the forest for hours.

The early spring brought the end of the Lan Fan rehabilitation proposed.

And brought his sixteenth birthday.

that evening filled the bath and plunged into hot water, sighLXC

was dried carefully, paying special attention to let automail impeccable, mentally reviewing the steps that the maintenance engineer had forced him to memorize. Then she brushed her wet hair to restore the luster that still remembered. He put the gown that her grandfather had bought in Amestris. He climbed gently stockings. Put on his boot heel. And at the end

looked in the mirror.

Her hair had grown up in those months and loose already exceeded half of its back. The black dress reminded him of his own combat uniform, giving uNo pale and gloomy. But it was elegant and fit his body, marking the curves of a woman. The sleeves came to the wrists, pinning her skin ... but this time filled the two silhouette volvíaa be complete. Prepared

. Without diverting the eyes of his reflection, he raised his left hand and stroked her face, feeling the cold touch of metal. It was not as flesh and blood, but that hand was also used to cherish. One arm was also used to embrace. And she would see to transmit heat instead of cold. Because even

on the knob:

- Grandfather ... tomorrow back to Central.

- According Fuu replied laconically. E sharing with him an eloquent look, Lan Fan left the room.

As her granddaughter began to feel better, Fuu is dedicated to making regular trips to the capital to collect informacióny keep abreast of what was happening, so had passed Lan Fan most of the time alone in that town. There was a problem because rehabilitation had grabbed all his energy, but is now hac í a little strange walking the streets of where he had lived months to realize that they did not know at all. However, the onset of spring brought with it a lively atmosphere filled with the smell of flowers which was very familiar and the night was really nice. Many families also went for a walk, taking advantage of the weather, and the town seemed full of life. Lan Fan

deep breath, filled with everything, and then smiled again no longer leave his face.

looked through the windows of the shops, going without fear of being reflected in them. Itbought ice cream in a small since I was being harassed by a group of children. He looked at the people walking around, thinking that the people of Amestris was not really so different from those of Xing. It stumbled upon a small neighborhood festival celebrating something related to crops and stayed a while to watch the games and dances. The wives of local farmers had organized a contest for the posts were filled cakes and food looks delicious. Approaching cautiously, Lan Fan ended daring to try a little of everything. That would have loved to Ling and wanted to cont marginallhellip;