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Title: #07 - Icicles
Rating: PG13
Warning: Crossover pairing, fluff
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist, Rurouni Kenshin
AU: Muse'verse
Word Count: 764
Characters/Pairings: Kenshin Himura/Edward Elric
Summary: Edward gets flaily about the silliest things.

Author's Note: You know, he’s got a point about those who are hanging around the ‘Sou that he can’t see.

It was very cold, even by Kenshin's standards. He was bundled in his winter coat and muffler, and despite the warm layers it did nothing to mitigate the icy wind that whipped 'round the porch outside the Kansaki Sou. If he had any sense in his head he would abandon this futile chore and trundle back inside, park himself at the kotatsu that had been set up downstairs, and enjoying the rest of the evening basking in the warmth of the heated table.

But he didn't have any sense, that was why he was out here, broom clutched tightly in hand while he worked his way along the long, long porch that wrapped around half the building. The weather had alternated between below freezing and bright, sunny days - so the gutter was frozen and overflowing down the sides, a cascade of gorgeous, if mildly dangerous, ice.

It wasn't that the job was difficult. Swatting down icicles with a broomstick was almost ridiculously easy. It was just really fucking cold, and Edward was out here with him complaining the entire way about the dark, and the cold, and then the idiot would go and pick up the fallen shards of ice with his bare fucking hands.

Okay, granted, one of Edward's hands was metal, and the temperature did not affect the actual limb - but the cold would creep through his layers and he was going to guarantee the fact that Edward was going to run a hot bath, using up all the hot water while he made the attempt to unsuccessfully boil himself alive again tonight.

They weren't entirely alone outside, either. Rian Martin, the vampire, was sitting on the porch railing at the far opposite end, next to the somewhat-lighter-complexioned Albion. Kenshin paused in his work and glanced down the porch at them when Rian started to laugh, but he wouldn't intrude on their conversation.

Edward pulled one the icicles that Kenshin had knocked down free from the bush it landed in. "I could kill someone with this," he declared. "Some kind of frost-giant-vampire-thing."

"Frost-giant-vampire-thing," Kenshin said. "We really having problems with those lately?"

Edward broke the icicle apart with both hands. "You'd be surprised what we have problems with," he snorted. "There are literally people around that I can't SEE, who KNOWS what they get up to."

"I was unaware that you'd deputized yourself into the official 'nose-in-everyone's-business' guy," Kenshin used the broom handle to whack at a particularly stubborn bit of ice. "Thought that was Roy's job."

"It is Mustang's job." Edward put his hands on his hips. "I just do it better."

Kenshin snorted at that, and almost overbalanced himself. "You're worrying about nothing."

"It's not nothing!" Edward insisted. "What if someone sneaks into our room and we're, you know, busy?"

"Busy." Kenshin repeated with a straight face.

"You know. BUSY."

"Having sex?"

Edward pulled such a ridiculous face that Kenshin had to stop and put the broom down because he was laughing so hard he was afraid he'd drop it over the railing. If Edward got the broom there was a decent chance he'd try to swat Kenshin with it, and Kenshin would not let something like that stand. "Among other things," Edward said, now clearly miffed, and Kenshin had to sit down because he was still laughing.

His merriment had gotten the attention of the others on the porch, Rian in particular, who had glanced over his shoulder at them. Edward flushed pink to his hairline, although a good chunk of his color came from the cold night air, and Kenshin wiped his mittened hands across his face, trying to contain his mirth. "He's a vampire you know," he said between chuckles. "He can hear you."

"Shut UP," Edward almost shouted.

Rian leaned all the way back, to the point where even Kenshin would have lost his balance, and yelled down the porch at them both. "I don't give a SHIT about your sex life!"

"Oh HELL," Edward said.

Kenshin hauled himself to his feet and whapped the broom against the smaller, thin icicles above Edward, showering the alchemist with ice shards. "Let's go inside and take a hot bath," he suggested, as Edward sputtered and wiped the ice out of his hair. "Together."

"Bathtub's not big enough for the both of us," Edward said.

Kenshin leaned over the railing and grinned at him. "Bet you can fix that."

Edward paused, surprised at the tacit permission to use his alchemy to modify the house and then grinned back. "Bet I can."


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