Color Theorem
by. Poisoned Scarlet

Summary: He swore he would make her cry tears of happiness. She had no doubt in her mind he would. - After all, Edward and Winry were as connected as the sun was to the bright, blue sky.
Author's Note: This collection of colour shots will jump around from anime to manga. I'm more obsessed with the manga than the anime, anyways, since it shows more EdWin hints ;) I got inspiration to create these colour shots from 'Colors of a Bittersweet Love' by Demograph. I really liked her one-shot collection so I decided to make one myself though using a different range of colours. You should read her collection sometime! Oh, there isn't necessarily a POV; some of the one-shots might not even be Ed/Win in content but I'll try to tie them together all the same!
These one-shots vary in length. Some might be long, some might be short.

Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist, Hiromu Arakawa does.

001: Red

It was the colour of recently shed blood; bright, thick, and full of life.

It was the colour of that wretched stone they sought for, so obsessively that they did not even have time to come visit her for one measly day unless it was for a certain Elric's irresponsible actions regarding her beloved automail...

It was the colour of twilight – when the sun was just above the horizon, giving one last swoop of the land, as if securing it was alright, before finally drifting beyond the hills and disappearing from sight and leaving her alone at the window sill, watching the darkness consume all before retiring to bed.

It was a mocking colour.

It mocked her when she woke up in the morning and her eyes locked on the freshly cut carnation's her grandma and her would pick a few days after spring arrived. Pure red, to show her affection to the boy who would never, ever even know she had picked them for him...

It was a colour that made her fingers curl, her mouth drop to a sad frown, and her eyes dull instantly as memories she wished she'd forget plagued her every thought if she wasn't careful.

It was a colour that had so many meanings tied into one word... so many even she couldn't name all of them.

But at the same time, it reminded her of someone who made that red organ that sustained her life beat tremendously.

It reminded her of how her cheeks would flare up, her eyes would soften, and her lips would form a tiny, pleasant, smile whenever her thoughts strayed that way and she would end up slapping her cheeks in the mirror and vehemently telling herself to knock it off; she shouldn't be feeling this.

It reminded her of his mischievous, strangely coloured, eyes; stained with knowledge no man should know, weighed with a mission so heavy it made his golden orbs deep with age.

It reminded her of his determination, his unwavering perseverance to find that deathly Philosopher's Stone to bring his brother's body back.

It reminded her mostly of the draping coat he wore over his usual jacket, which, she supposed, tied in with all his persona; his passionate personality, the blazing emotion in those eyes...

The strange insignia she never bothered to ask, not because she wasn't curious, but because she was embarrassed to ask such a ridiculously sounding question, was something that reminded her of him whenever the day was lazy and she had very little work to do... but it didn't take her long before curiosity got the best of her and she looked it up in a book.

But most of all, it reminded her of that night.

When Alphonse had burst through the door panic-stricken, pleading for Aunt Pinako to help him. To help him because he was dying right before her very eyes.

Him.

Edward Elric.

She remembered vividly; all the horrifying shades that menacing colour took.

Magenta, crimson, dark red, pink....

It was everywhere.

Dripping a puddle on the ground beneath his shaky, frail body; splattered on the young boys strained face, which leaked with incessant tears; dripping down his lip, pouring from the clean cut where his arm and leg used to be...

Winry didn't know when she'd be able to forget that horrific night. She didn't know if she even wanted to forget that night, as sick as it sounded.

It was a night that changed everything.

It was the night Edward Elric strayed somewhere even she couldn't follow.