It all started with a certain rainy night.

My twin, Yuki, threw a glance out the window at the sky and sighed. "This reminds me of Fullmetal Alchemist... You know, the first episode, where Ed and Al lost their bodies and it was rainy like this?"

I rolled my eyes. "Onee-sama, that's fiction. Ed is awesome, but let's get our heads out of the clouds here."

Just then, the window to our bedroom blew open. I ran to it and tugged, but it wouldn't budge. "Damn, it's stuck."

Yuki ran to help me, and together we pulled it shut, then stood there, panting.

I finally glanced at the clock. Nine-fifty already? I looked back at Yuki. "Go bathe, I'll get the bed ready." Yuki and I had shared a bed for as long as we could remember. We'd lost our parents four years earlier, in a plane crash. I had been only eight years old then, but I had also been determined to be strong. I, at eight years old, learned to hunt with a bow and arrows, put food on the table, and took care of myself and Yuki, who was nine and severely ill with one hell of a fever back then.

I was pretty good with a bow and arrow. Four years of practice had granted me that. Some say I'm a prodigy, but I say I was just driven by the need to provide food for Yuki and I. I remember thinking about why Yuki couldn't take care of me. Why even though she was the oldest, she couldn't be the one to take care of me. We made it through those four long, hard years through some kind of miracle.

Yuki nodded and walked off toward the bathroom. I had showered earlier, so I slipped into bed and flipped my electric-blue-and-black streaked hair out of my silver eyes. I then laid my head on my pillow and soon fell fast asleep.

Where I woke up eight hours later was not my bedroom.

My eyelids fluttered open, slowly at first, then flew open when I saw that the wall I was staring at was not the wall of Yuki and I's room. I shook Yuki, eyes wide.

Her eyelids fluttered open and she stared up at me. " Ayame...This had better be good," She grumbled, sitting up and rubbing her eyes. Yuki was not a morning person.

"Oh, it is," I said, holding open the curtains and gesturing to the town that lay outside. "Look familiar?"

Yuki's eyes grew to the size of golf balls. "Holy... Crap... Are we inside... Fullmetal Alchemist?... Or is this just some creepy town built to look like the one in there?"

I shook my head, staring out the window at the town. "I don't know. I didn't think it was possible to get transported into an anime... How about we do some investigating?" I said as I began to slip on a long-sleeved shirt, jeans, and sneakers that I had found in one of the dresser drawers. "Creepy... Looks like all our clothes got transported too."

Yuki dressed and then followed me out of the house we were in.

I looked around with huge eyes. Everything was animated. "No way... I-It just can't be..." I paused and sat down on a bench, rubbing my head. "I... I need... to rest..."

Suddenly, a boy about my age came walking around the corner. He had hair and eyes the color of gold, and he wore a red jacket over a black muscle shirt and matching pants. He was followed by a heavy-looking, tall suit of armor.

My eyes grew even bigger. "Is that... Please tell me... That's not who I think it is..."

Yuki's eyes were even bigger than mine.

I walked up to the boy. "Er... Sorry... But do you mind telling me your name?..."

He grinned and pulled out a metal pocketwatch that was attached to one of the belt loops on his pants. "Edward Elric, Fullmetal Alchemist." He then jabbed a finger in the suit of armor's direction. "This is my brother, Alphonse."

The suit of armor looked up and right at me. "Uh... Hey."

I stood there, staring at them, eyes so big Yuki commented later that she thought they were going to explode. "Uh... Um... Oh... Well... I'm Ayame Kokoro." I jabbed my thumb in Yuki's direction. "This is my sister, Yuki Kokoro."

Ed looked from me to Yuki and grinned. "Nice to meet you."

"Er... You too."

I stared after Ed and Al as they walked off down the street. What the hell is going on? I had a feeling today was going to be a very strange day.