I'm so totally bored. Therefore, I'm making this fanfic. I have no idea how it will turn out, but I'm bored, so who cares? If you're crazy enough, read (and if you're a madman/supermodel/doggy, review). Oh yes, I'm so totally bored.

Disclaimers: I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist or anything else that might appear here. If I did, you would notice.

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It was a normal day for a normal, medium-paid conductor. Passengers bustled out of an old steam train, running in every which direction. Two particular passengers, however, did not leave the train, even though the train had made its last stop for the day.

"Excuse me," said the conductor, "but aren't you two going to leave with the rest of the passengers?"

"No, I don't think so," said one of the two people left behind. He wore a red coat over a black shirt with black pants, and had braided blonde hair accenting (beautifully, I might say) his piercing golden eyes.

"But sir, this is the last stop for today," said the patient conductor.

"WHAT?" cried the blonde-haired boy. He glanced at a crumpled paper held in his hands. "Isn't the next stop a town called Baka?" he asked the conductor (Oh yes, there is a reason to the name.)

"Oh, that place," said the conductor, realization lighting his eyes. "I'm afraid the train doesn't pass by there anymore."

The boy cursed under his breath, with only the words "Mustang" and "bastard" reaching the conductor's ears. The said person raised his eyebrows, surprised that such a young (cough) person could speak so fluently.

The blonde-boy sighed. "Fine, we'll get off here then. Coming Al?" cried the boy, getting up. The second passenger, a huge man (double cough) in steel armor, turned his helmet head towards the boy. "Coming, brother," he said, straightening into his towering height. He had to stoop a little because he was so big, but it was in vain.

"MY CEILING!" cried the conductor, his usual steel calm broken by the squeals and screeches of the helmet's spikes on oak wood.

The man in the armor might have apologized, but the conductor was sobbing too loudly for him to have heard it at all.

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THIS IS NOT A ONE SHOT! After a few days of thinking, I have decided to continue with this fanfic. For those of you waiting for me to continue with my other fanfics, a certain Tsubasa one in particular, then I must say that I have grown obsessed with Fullmetal Alchemist right now and that you must sadly wait for me to grow obsessed with Tsubasa again.

That was long. I'll end with a little guessing game. WHO IS IN THE LITTLE BORDER THAT I HAD MADE AND WHAT IS HE/SHE/IT/WHATEVER IT IS DOING?