Those of you who are still reading my Ouran fanfic (I'm praying somebody is) I'll probably finish it within the next couple of months. I've had many failed attempts at new chapters, so be looking for one to come out in the next couple of weeks. Anyway. I recently finished the FMA manga, which was amazing, so I decided to write a fanfic of it (with the help of a dear friend of mine, of course.) Enjoy~

My brother, Edward, and I have been traveling the country of Amestris for a while now. Every since we unsuccessfully tried to bring back our mother, we've been trying to find a way to restore our bodies to our original state. I guess it's not as bad as it could be, although there have been many times we've been either beaten or almost killed. Since Brother is in the military, he has quite a few people after him without him knowing it.

But, albeit we do have enemies, we've also done a lot of good in the places we've been. We've helped people, reconstructed towns, and helped rebuild destroyed buildings. Our lives are kind of like a double edged sword, to put it simply.

It's kind of refreshing to see all those people and to have them thank us for something that anyone, with a good head on their shoulders, would do. Even in a suit of armor, I can feel love and happiness. I have a human soul, if not a human body. I may not be able to feel physical things, I can still feel emotional things, which a lot of people seem to forget. Sometimes it's... Hurtful when I see people's reactions once they notice my armor is empty or that Edward has automail, but understandable. His is more much more common than mine, since people have war injuries and the like.

It's mildly shocking, as well, when people see something "bad" or "outrageous." It's like evil doesn't exist in the world (which is obviously does.) Maybe it's the fact that they choose to ignore it, and when it comes around, they don't expect it. It happens a lot which common villagers, which is where the beginning of our story starts. A lot of stuff has happened before this, but this very moment that I'm speaking of started a whole series of events that I wouldn't do over for anything. Not only did it teach me an important lesson, but it taught me the value of second chances.

~*~ Skipping Ahead ~*~

It started out like any other day; I had just gotten done shopping and I was preparing dinner while Brother was splayed out on the couch, taking a nap. However, I had left a window open to allow air circulation when a tiny creature, no bigger than a dog, appeared on the window sill. I didn't notice it until he jumped up, swearing so loud he put a sailor to shame.

"Calm down, Brother. It's just a baby chimera." I walked over to the window sill, picking the creature up in my arms.

"It almost bit my finger off!" After he flailed and cursed for a good five minutes, he sat down, examining his unharmed appendages. "Get rid of it."

"Why can't we keep him? He's so cute..."

"I don't care, get rid of it!"

I stare down at the tiny beast, sighing as I set him outside the door. "Go on, little guy. Go on." I prod him for a minute before he trots off, back into the woods. "Happy?"

"Very." Edward nods and flops on the couch, pulling a blanket over himself.

"I'm going out to town. Need anything?"

"No."

"I'll be back soon, then."

~*~ Later that Evening ~*~

I walk back into the house, setting my satchel (not to be mistaken with a man purse) by the door, peering into the living room as the snoring lump on the couch. "Great, his stomach's showing again..." I shake my head and sit in a corner, peering out the window like I always do.

Every night I find myself in a position similar to this. Brother sleeping, me sitting and staring out the window, thinking about all the things that no one can easily supply the answer's too. Why was my body taken while Brother only lost his arm? Why did our father leave us? Why did our mother die so soon? I sigh as I think, hugging my knees to my chest, staring at a spot on the floor.

Sometimes I manage to over think things. I don't mean to, it just kind of... Happens. With so much time on my hands and nothing to do, it's hard not to. Ever since the accident, this is how I've spent my nights. Alone in absolute solitude while Brother dreams. Sometimes he has nightmares and I lull him back to sleep with a song or soothing words, but he rarely has fits like that. He doesn't know it, at least I don't think he does. I kind of want to keep it that way, too. He's the type of person that wants to show a constant face; strong, courageous, and brave. He doesn't like to let people or down or show his vulnerable side, which is completely understandable. No one likes to show they vulnerable side, even if for a split second.

I chuckle softly, shifting around a bit as my mind drifts back to memories of my childhood. Sometimes, at unexpected moments, I get flashes of school or random moments with Winry and Brother. I'll be sitting and doing nothing in particular when a random moment crosses my train of thought. Some are nice, some are bad, but they're all the same to me. They all defined the person I am today, suit of armor or not.

I glance up as I hear a soft whimper, signifying another bad dream. As I make my way over to the couch, I sigh. Whenever Edward has a nightmare, he usually has the same one for a while, usually up to two months or so. Lately he's been having one where our mother dissolves into the Truth. He hasn't told me much about it, but I know best not to pester him. If I do it makes the situation worse and the dream starts showing up more.

"Shh. It's alright. Go back to sleep." I run my hand gently over his head, letting out a gentle sigh as I see him drift back to unconsciousness.