Fullmetal Heart

by ShaymieTehShaymin

What would you do if you were suddenly transported into the world of your favorite anime? I'm sure you would be overjoyed at a dream come true. But once that giddiness fades and you realize that these characters are real people, with feelings, suddenly that doesn't feel so great anymore. This is the story of how I became Eliza Elric.

I've recently been rewatching Brotherhood for the third or fourth time, and I was like "I should write something." so I came up with this. Hopefully you peeps enjoy! ~Shaymie

I had never believed in reincarnation or any of that supernatural stuff before now. It was supposed to be simple. You lived, you died, and that was it, plain and simple. You weren't supposed to become a ghost. You weren't supposed to become a tree or anything. You were just supposed to be… dead. So the last thing I expected after dying in a car accident on prom night was to be reborn as the twin sister of Edward Elric.

The first year of my new life was spent adjusting to being an infant again, and wondering how something like this even happened. I suppose it was better to be reincarnated into a series that I actually enjoyed and had dreamed of being in. I mean, could you imagine if I had been dropped into a series like Tokyo Ghoul? I would be dead before I even knew what was happening.

My new name was Eliza Elric. Edward was my older twin brother by fifteen minutes (which he said was because my head was so big, it took Mom forever to push me out). It still felt weird to think of anime characters as my family. It felt like any second I would wake up in the hospital, and the doctors would tell me that it was all a dream.

I wish it was a dream. It was terrible, knowing what was going to happen, but being powerless to stop it. I made it a point to not get attached to Hohenheim, which was easy since he spent all of his time in his study. But it was impossible to not get attached to Trisha, who may have been a better mother than my first one. Ed was the best brother I could ask for, but it was pretty annoying when our own parents got us mixed up during the first few years of our lives. The only discernible difference was that I had Trisha's eye color.

I wasn't surprised at all when Hohenheim left. After all, it was just part of the story. Life went on as normal, except Ed and Al began studying alchemy. I tried to stay away from it. After all, I came from a world where things like that didn't exist. It was hard to resist, however, and soon I became an expert.

I found myself deeply heartbroken by Trisha's death, and I found myself understanding why they had attempted human transmutation. The idea of being able to bring someone back to life was too tempting, even though I knew it was impossible. I couldn't help but feel like Trisha hadn't deserved to die.

I wasn't able to convince Ed and Al to not try to bring Trisha back to life. Ed called me a goody-two-shoes who was afraid to break the rules. I didn't know how to convince them to not do it without making myself seem like a witch from the future or something. I even tried to sabotage them by hiding their materials, but it wasn't enough. Ed just got mad at me and would lock me out of the room. So all I could do on that fateful day was watch as my brothers committed the ultimate taboo, watch them almost die, and be absolutely useless once again.