Hi everyone! ^_^ This is my first fanfic and my first time uploading a story, so please go easy on me. My nickname for this site will be Schuyler Wildrage, so if anyone needed a name to call me by.
This was actually a dream I had one night and I've just been continuing the story. This fanfic is two years after the Promised Day As I've said I'm new to this so please go easy on me and please review and that will tell me if you guys like it so that I know when to update. :)
Disclaimer: I do not own any FMA characters, only my OC.
Chapter One
A Misunderstanding
(-Ali-)
Darkness is closing in. Why is it so cold? Why do I have the same feeling as I did that day? Why couldn't I do anything right? Well, I guess now this is my way of making amends with all the wrongs I've done. Mom, Dad, Brother, I'll be home soon. Darkness sweeps over me, covering me like a blanket.
(-Edward-)
Just my luck, I think as it begins to rain. Al and I are making our way to HQ and Colonel Bastard's- wait he's a General now- office. I for one have never been a fan of the rain because it always makes my ports hurt, but Al absolutely loves the rain. I look over to see Al with a huge smile on his face, splashing in every puddle we pass by. It's been two years since I got Al's body back. Two years since our journey ended. We decided to lay low for a while to get Al used to his body. Now we've decided that it's time to get back on the road.
I continue down the road with a scowl on my face until Al stops and looks in an alley. "Al. We are not stopping to pick up any cats," I tell him sternly. No matter where we go he always seems to find them. I have no idea how he does it. Maybe he had a cat radar or something? Catdar?
Pulling me from my musings, Al cries, "Brother, there's a little girl over here and she looks hurt!"
Okay, maybe a cat wouldn't have been so bad.
I whip my gaze over to see a girl huddled in a ball, trying to keep warm. She's unconscious and soaked to the bone. I run to her side, my eyes scanning her injured, shivering form. There's blood here and there in her short, reddish brown hair and on her jeans and black t-shirt that had tears in them. I try to shake her shoulder gently, even call out to her, but she was dead asleep. After a minute of failing, I quickly decide that we will have to try another tactic. It's not like we can leave her here like this, so I pick her up as carefully as possible and tell Al to run to HQ.
I barge into the Colonel-General's-office and promptly lay her on his couch. "Fullmetal, does this look like an open house to you?" Mustang asks from his desk, watching me with narrowed eyes.
I go to yell at him but Al butts in, "We found her wounded, unconscious, and freezing in the rain. We couldn't just leave her."
Mustang's interest perks. He walks over to examine her and finds she is no longer bleeding but still wounded. "It's nothing too serious, so don't wake her yet. Let her get some rest. We can interrogate her when she wakes up," Mustang concludes.
"You sound like we're investigating her for a crime," I retort accusingly. Mustang says nothing and walks back to his desk. Al and I keep a watchful eye on her, wondering what could have possibly happened to her. Was she mugged or something? Piss the wrong person off? We sit on the other couch, whispering softly to each other while Mustang scribbles away at some documents. You'd think the man was completely unbothered by the situation, except he kept glancing at the girl every few minutes.
The minutes tick by and I grow both impatient and worried. Mustang said she wasn't that bad off, so shouldn't she be waking up by now? Maybe we should take her to a hospital? We would have before but the command center was closer…
Then, finally, she shows signs of waking up half an hour after we arrived at HQ.
She moves around and we get closer to her. From his desk, Mustang takes notice and places his pen down but makes no move to get up. She opens her eyes, frightened at first, and then something changed. "Edward!" she exclaims…happily? Before I can process that, she wraps her arms around my neck. I have no clue who this girl is but she removes her arms from my neck and gives me a smile that says I'm her favorite person in the world. I don't say anything, a testament to how stunned I was. She then looks behind me and excitedly says the General's and Al's names. We all raise a collective eyebrow to her and she senses something is wrong.
A frown pulls at her features, and, before I can even ask what's wrong, the strange girl flips over the couch, huddles next to the wall, and pulls out a pocket knife. "Who are you and what have you done to my friends?!"
Well, can't say that I saw that coming.
(-Ali-)
If they don't know who I am, then who are they really? I'm so confused. They look like them, but I saw the looks on their faces! They don't know me. What's going on?
I'm currently leaning on a wall on the far side of what appears to be an office with only a pocket knife to protect me. Well, I lied. I have a gun but I'll only use that on a desperate need because if I bend down to get it out of my boot my wound will open. Plus, I didn't want to be caught off guard if I went for it. They might rush me.
"Please calm down, Miss. We're not going to hurt you. We just want to know who you are," the look alike of Mustang told me in a smooth, methodical voice, standing behind a desk.
"Liar," I scoff under my breath, still not lowering my weapon. There's no way I'm going to believe them, just because they wore those faces.
"At least tell us if there is anything we can help you with. I was the one who wanted to bring you here to help you. You're hurt; all I wanted to do was help," the look alike of Al pleads with me. True, he was so loveable, but I didn't know if this was a trap. So I keep my mouth shut, refusing to back down.
"You mean, little runt! My brother tried to help you and this is the thanks he gets?" the look alike of Ed scolds me.
A tick mark appears on my forehead, "Don't call me small, you half pint midget!"
"Who are you calling so small that he can barely be seen by an ant?!" Ed yells back.
We bicker back and forth until I yell, "I am not small, you flippin' blonde!" Right after that comment I choked on a cough. I put my hand over my mouth, but didn't drop my knife, and hacked up a lung. Everyone stops and stares at me. Unable to stay standing on shaky legs, I fall to my knees, still coughing while they inch towards me. I raise my knife again and they back off. I pull away my hand to see blood drip from it. I wipe it on my pants leg and lean against the wall. Everyone stares at me, Al looking terrified.
Suddenly, someone walks through the door. With a new rush of adrenaline, I'm able to jump up but still need the support of the wall to lean against. The person goes for their gun and I go for mine. Soon we are face-to-face with each other, gun-to-gun. But as I look into the person's eyes, my aim wavers as my heart breaks. "…Elizabeth?"
"Elizabeth?" I choke out again, unable to believe this. All the hard work I had done to keep her safe didn't work. I couldn't just fall to the ground and cry, I didn't even know if this look alike was really her. But then the woman looks at me and she recognizes me. "Ali?" She put her gun away and smiled, which bewilders me more.
I didn't relax from my position. And yet, a voice in the back of my head tells me that this has to be her. No one has ever called me that name; that was her nickname for me. But I had to test her. "The one of my heart. My angel with me. Never leaves my side. As white as the snow outside," I gave her our riddle.
Her smile only got wider, "The one I've been with since birth. My all. My one. My little guardian."
And it all shatters.
I break down. The gun slips from my numb fingers as I fall to my knees once again and I begin to sob. This was her, no doubt about it; she remembers it, she remembers me. Riza comes over and hugs me. Immediately, I sink into the embrace. I can feel her arms around me, so that means this is real, right? I just don't know. It's too much. The numbness has spread from my fingers to my whole body, prompting my eyes to close. I have no energy to fight it as I once again fall into the darkness. But this time, I knew I was coming back.
So that's it for now. Thank you for reading and please review :) Thank you LeFay Strent for helping me improve my writing by editing for me and giving me advice.