A/N: ooohhhh, curse the urge to write this story! I'm already juggling a bunch of stuff and to add this one is going to kill me but it was calling me dammit! And I knew that if I didn't write it that I would have difficulty writing the others. So, here it is. But I must warn that this story probably won't be updated that often because I'll be focusing more on I Reach For You and Black Parade. Anyway, feedback is much appreciated so please review. And I hope you enjoy. Also, this may be reposted after a bit of editing.

Disclaimer: I do not own FMA or any of the characters.

Prologue

Roy's POV

The sun rest low in the California sky as day faded into dusk. I sat on my living room couch that Sunday evening gaping at my parents. "I'm adopted?!" I yelled for seemed like the millionth time. I looked between the figures before me again. "I'm adopted?!" I repeated once more, as if somehow saying it enough was going to make it untrue.

My mother sat down next to me and rubbed my back soothingly. "Roy, sweetie, we know this is a bit of a shock but we thought you ought to know."

I pushed myself from the couch, pacing around the room. "So you decided to wait almost 17 years to tell me?! Why? Why are you telling me this now?!" I whined, running my fingers through my hair.

My parents looked at each other. "Well, because your birth parents want you to go live with them for a while."

I plopped back on the couch and groaned, slapping a decorative pillow to my face. "For how long?"

My father finally spoke. "J-just for a few months, son."

"A few months?!"

"Yes, we'd fly out to Tennessee- "

"Tennessee?! No! No way! I am not going! Forget it, I'm staying here in civilization that is LA!" I yelled, storming towards the stairs.

"Roy- "

"No! I'm going to stay here with my friends and you can't make me go live with some hillbilly country folk I don't even know. I'm not going and that's final!"

-000-

I stared up at the house before me a moment. "That's it, I'm going home." I said, turning to get back in the car my parents had rented.

My father pushed me away from the car and towards the house. "Come on, son, you'll be just fine."

Upon reaching the front door my mother knocked sharply on the door. I gulped audibly as I heard the locks working. The door flew open revealing a middle-aged woman with jet-black hair and light blue eyes. The woman squealed and threw her arms around me before releasing me and calling into the house. "Kids! Get down here! Roy's here!"

'Kids' I thought. 'I have siblings?' Just as the thought ended I saw people from vastly different ages file down the stairs/ One, two, three…six, seven…ten, eleven, twelve. Twelve?! I stared at the twelve siblings I would have to share everything I owned with for these next few months and gulped again. "I'm gonna fucking die."

-TBC-

A/N: Okay, there. The Prologue is done. As mentioned before, please review. And no flames please. Thanks for reading.