Hi again. I know that I have too many fics to write already, but I just HAD TO write this. This is really old idea of mine. (The end of chapter 76 inspired me.) Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal alchemist, Hiromu Arakawa, BONES, ANIPLEX ect. do.
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It hurt. It felt like my guts were torn apart and now they were trying to heal in a wrong order. My head was throbbing like someone was hitting my skull from the inside with a hammer. I didn't feel quite right, either. I didn't only mean the pain, something was wrong with my body, it just didn't feel normal. It's hard to explain, but like I didn't know my body. It didn't match with the image I had in my mind. I forced my eyes open and I looked around, not daring to try and move my hurting head.
"Hnn?" I didn't recognize my surroundings! Also my voice sounded weird, but maybe it was just because my throat was so dry and sore. I was lying on a bed and beside me was a table with some bottles, which looked like medicines. 'A hospital? It can't be, shouldn't the walls be white and everything in order and tidy?' Surely, there were boxes, books and old coffee cups lying around. Just where was I? What if I'm in some rapist's home and that is why I'm in pain? 'I need to get out of here!', I thought and tried to push myself slowly up with my right hand, but I didn't feel the fabric around my arm nor the pressure against my palm when I leaned to it, but still, I rose up. It was close I didn't fall back again from surprise. My stomach hurt like hell, but I could only stare at my right hand.
"What… the… hell?" I croaked. My arm, it was covered in metal! When I leaned closer to examine it, something blond fell to both sides of my face. '… Hair? Since when was my hair blond?' I took a strand of hair between my thumb and index finger, and stared at it. God, my hair looked like it hadn't been taken care of for hundreds of years. How dared that rapist bleach my hair? Pissed off, I stared at my right arm and tried to take off the metal, but it didn't budge. 'Wait a minute… Doesn't this thing seem familiar?' I stared at it and pictured an image of Edward Elric's newest northern-use automail in my head. It was a perfect copy! I lifted up my right arm and stared at the wires at my armpit. Carefully I slid my index finger past the wires, looking for skin, but I found nothing. My eyes widened. This thing was real. I had an automail arm attached to me! Was this rapist also a mad scientist? 'And a huge fan of Fullmetal alchemist, as well', I added in my mind. Did he try to make me look like the main character, Edward Elric? But I was a frigging female!
Next, my left arm got my attention. When was my hand so angular, muscular and what on earth had happened to my nails?! They were cracked and filthy. Something rose up my throat and I coughed to my hand. I tasted iron in my mouth and I stared at my hand. Blood? Slowly I laid my head back to the pillow, not wanting to wear out my body more. I wiped my hand to the sheets. 'Okay, what do I remember?' I scanned trough my head, but found nothing what would give a hint why was I here. The last thing I remember was a car coming towards me and then pitch black. 'So that's why… This mad rapist-scientist-FMA-fan probably picked me up and brought me here. Oh joy'. I closed my eyes and tried to stay calm. 'I wonder if mum and dad are worried. How long have I been here, anyways? What if they think I'm dead?' Sadness clutched my chest for a moment, but I wasn't able to shed even a tear. In the end, I didn't have anything that I was really attached to; my parents were just parents (why am I speaking in past tense?) who paid my hobbies, clothes and food. I brought them good grades and they left me alone. They really loved me, but I just couldn't truly think them as nothing more than part of this realm of life. They will eventually die, so why attach myself to them and in the end mourn after them? Most of my friends were just pawns I was using to keep me occupied. If I didn't like them or grew bored of them, I made their lives living hell if possible. That's frigging fun, you know. The only thing I really cared for was my computer, me and my favorite horse, Trick. Something I could live without, except myself.
Actually, there was something else I loved more than anything, but I haven't told about it to anybody. I was a day dreamer, a person who lived in fantasies, making an alternative reality where she or he lived, free from the pains of real life. In the end they either stopped, somebody took them to a shrink or they couldn't tell the difference between real and unreal. I was probably going towards the latter.
But, in my every dream, there were similarities, the most outstanding one was the person who appeared in each one of them; Edward Elric. God I loved him.
I really hope everything is just a dream. It would be too mean to be true; to become someone's guinea big and slowly being turned to the only guy you love.
… If I was turned to Edward Elric, should I have also an automail leg? I touched my left leg with my right and felt cold metal. I was right. But how? I thought automail didn't exist. Didn't it develop from alchemy? Alchemy isn't possible…
Sighing I laid my left hand on top of my face and trembled. My face wasn't familiar either. The nose was different, along with the chin… Wait a minute, it felt rough… A bristle? FOR GOD'S SAKE. This was too much. What next? I'll probably find out that I have a dick..! I opened my eyes in shock and my left hand touched my chest. My breasts were gone. And if they would have still been there, I really would have felt them. But my chest was flat. I never had the time to find out myself if I had a dick or not, because my body groaned loudly and I knew that it wasn't me. My presence was being pushed back and I lost control. I was looking around from far away and I wasn't the one moving my eyes. A male's voice rang inside my head, but I knew that there wasn't anybody around and my body hadn't opened its mouth. If this was my body. 'Where the fuck am I? What happened?' Slowly, everything started to work out inside my head and the pieces of puzzle fell to their places.
'That can't be…'
'What? What was that? Am I finally losing it?'
I gasped, or tried, the command never reached the body's nerves, he was the one in control. 'You can read my thoughts?'
'You can read mine? Who are you? Where are you?' He was on alert and surprised.
'You aren't Edward Elric, are you?' I asked carefully.
'I asked you first! But yeah, I am.' He was growing irritated and suspicious.
'Oh god… Well, I'm Karen, nice to meet you, and it seems that my soul and mind have found their way to your body. Got no idea how.'
"WHAT?" he roared and I almost squealed. I didn't even see his face, but his voice was so fierce that I wanted to hide, which was impossible...
'Please, if you don't want to draw attention, don't shout aloud…'
He got the hint. 'Karen, like a girl? You've got to be kidding me! How? Why did you leave your own body in the first place? Did you die?' I saw flashes of his thoughts and tried to ignore them, he probably wouldn't appreciate if I saw something what I shouldn't.
'I do remember a car coming towards me with a high speed, so I could assume that I it hit me…'
'So… I got a girl's mind and soul attached to my body after I passed out?'
'Passed out? Wait a minute… That's a northern automail, right? Which means you has been to Briggs, but if you have been passed out, would that mean the time after you closed the wound in your stomach?'
'How do you know about that? There was no-one around except me and those two guys..!' He was shocked, and I understood really well why. But now it all made sense in some weird way. Ed had used his own soul and life source as the power to heal himself, and at the same time I had died, my own life energy surging through the Gate and to the little gap Ed had made by using his soul. I filled that gap, so technically he was "whole" again. Though not mentally... I felt sorry for him. I didn't want this either. How could I when even in my wildest dreams I never thought this could be possible. He deserved at least some kind of explanation. I doubted it would help, but still, I could try.
'You know, I could probably show you. I was able to see some of your thoughts just now, so I'm probably able to show you mine.' He didn't respond but in some kind of weird way I knew that he was waiting for something to come. So, I focused on to the thoughts I wanted him to see. I pictured my bookshelf and zoomed to my collection of Fullmetal alchemist mangas. The picture wasn't even a little bit blurry, that section of my room I knew really well.
'See that?'
'Yeah… Is that some kind of joke, having my title in those books?'
'Just wait.'
Now I focused to the first manga in the line and tried to remember the pictures. In my mind flashed a picture of young Ed without his left leg (from the first page) and he gasped at the sight. Then a picture of the church of Leto, Rose and Cornello. After that, my favorite. The picture when Ed rips his jacket and shirt, revealing the automail.
'Remember these things?'
'… I do, but why are they drawn to a book?'
'I live in another dimension, where your story is known all over the world and is one of the most famous mangas and animes there are. Anime and manga are different, and what I showed you was the manga. The drawer is Hiromu Arakawa. God, I didn't believe that Amestris really existed, but here I am, inside the head of the main character. Know what? You are also one of the most popular anime and manga characters there is. Happy?'
'Another dimension? Anime? Manga? The most popular what? You're scaring the shit out of me, you know.'
'Please Ed, you've got to believe me.'
'When did we become friends so you can call me by my nickname?'
'Sorry, but really, I'm not lying!' I pictured a flying fighter plane in my mind and showed it to him.
'What is that?'
'A fighter plane, our technology is far more advanced than yours. Our fastest plane can fly faster than sound and our bombs can wipe of a whole city of the size of Central. Want to believe me now?' I was desperate. I didn't want him to believe that I was out of my mind.
'And what if you only imagined that?'
'Just what do I need to show you that you will believe me?'
'I won't believe you anyway, I think.'
'… Would you believe if I'd give you a full access to my mind and memories?' I didn't find the though really appealing, but if that was the only way, I would do it. He didn't answer right away and I tried my best to keep away from his thoughts. I didn't want to be intrusive.
'… Would you really? I myself wouldn't enjoy letting somebody read my mind like a book.'
'If it is the only way to make you believe, then go ahead. But I'd still like to keep my most personal things to myself, okay? I'm going to direct you to somewhere else you go near them.'
'And I thought it was going to be "a full access"? What if you're just hiding the fact that you're from Amestris?' Fuck he was stubborn.
'… Okay. Hope you won't go senile.' Not waiting for a reply I shoved my mind towards his and let him in. He didn't back off, maybe he didn't know how or he was just curious, but he didn't know how to "use" my mind so I helped, directing him to safe areas like my hobbies and such. Soon he find out how my mind "worked" and did whatever he liked while I just followed him, feeling uncomfortable. He checked out my family, friends, hometown, and such. When he found his way to my memories of my room, he spent some time there, probably staring at the posters of him.
'Told you that you are popular.' I remarked and he snorted.
'You like math?' he asked and I smirked mentally. 'Hell yeah! But sorry, chemistry isn't my thing…' I said and he went to examine chemistry. He dug out every memory I had on chemistry and was still unsatisfied.
'I'm sorry; I didn't like the teacher so I didn't feel like putting some effort to my studies.'
'You should have, from what I found out, it was interesting.'
'Alchemy geek.' I said, annoyed. Ed sounded like my father when he said that.
'… How do you know that? Only Winry…' And that is how he realized to look at the things I knew about Winry. I don't know how he found out about fanfiction and EdxWin lemon, but… You can guess.
'WHAT THE HELL IS THIIIIIIIS!?'
'… EdxWin is one of the most popular pairings of Fullmetal alchemist…" I tried to explain and I didn't mention EdxRoy on purpose. He was too furious to notice that.
'You sick pervert, you're only 14-years old! And something like that!-' 'Ed! Remember that you're thought of nothing but an anime and manga character! And it seems that in our world most of us mature faster than in here! But it's not like we think sex all the time! Come on, you're also a teenager; your beard is already growing and such. I dare you to say that you have never thought of "something like that"!' I was pissed off because of his attitude and just defending myself, I didn't mean to say that, but he did go silent for awhile.
… The silence continued… and continued… and continued… 'Had enough?' I asked carefully and he backed away from my thoughts.
'You know, Ed…' No respond. '… I'm really sorry.'
'For what?'
''Well, all of this. I didn't mean to get stuck in your mind.' He didn't say anything, so I continued.
'Many of my friends would be so jealous if they'd know where I'm now, but I don't find it fun anymore. You have many things to take care of right now and I'm only a hindrance. I don't even have a body anymore and I don't want to take control of yours, I probably even can't, you're so strong. A talking voice isn't so fun having around, is it? I bet you know a way to get rid of me, right? I won't be angry at you if you do. I should be dead right now, anyways.' I felt guilty for being in his body and afraid that he really might "get rid of" me. I didn't want to die, but I didn't want him to die, either.
'Your body is going to reject my soul, right? You should get rid of me before my soul causes damage to you.'
'Don't you get what you're talking about?! You should be dead, yeah, but you're not and now you're throwing the chance away?! Yeah, I know how to "get rid of" you, but I'm not a killer! Yeah, my body might start rejecting you, but not immediately, I might have even four or five years before anything can be seen! So, NO, I'm not "getting rid of" you!'
Again I felt like hiding somewhere, but I couldn't. I don't know where I got the courage to talk, but I still continued: 'And what will you do when your body will start rejecting my soul?'
He growled. 'I'll figure something out, like making a body for you.' Hope filled me so strongly that he probably felt it too.
'Really?'
'Really, really! Now, could you stop telling me to get rid of you?'
'I will. … Thank you, Ed. Thank you very much', I said and I would have cried, if I could.
'… So, have you figured out what this place is? Or where?' He asked, scanning the area.
'I don't know, but those two guys said that they would take you to a doctor… and it seems that they did.' He sighed and cursed in his mind which meant that I was able to hear it too.
'You're such an idiot, there is no way you could have fight Kimbley in that state.' He growled, but didn't say anything. "Which reminds me… How could you be so stupid and use your own life-energy to heal the wound?!'
'What?! There was nothing else I could do! And it's not like my lifespan shortened drastically or anything.'
'You sound unsure.'
'Shut up… anyways, I'm probably fine now, so I should get going…' I felt when he tensed his muscles.
'Are you crazy? I only sat up with that body of yours and started coughing up blood!'
'What?!'
'Look at your left, to the sheets.' His eyes focused on the dried blood. 'Shit.' I noticed his urge to curse in his head, but I didn't mention it. He found out anyway.
'Got a problem with it?'
'No, just making mental notes.'
The curtain between rooms was pulled aside and the ex-goons of Kimbley stepped inside. They had chanced back to their human-forms.
"So you're awake, Fullmetal?", the lion-guy asked.
"Sorry, but we had to take you to a doctor, or you wouldn't have made it", Darius said and looked at his partner before he continued, "but we found something interesting while carrying you here." I already knew what it was, but I tried not to think of it so Ed wouldn't get to know it from me. Gorilla-guy pulled a little crimson stone from his pocket and laid it to the table.
"Is that… Kimbley's stone?" Ed asked and stared at it.
"Yeah", the lion-guy nodded.
'You know, Ed… You could heal yourself with that and go after Kimbley in no-time. You'll also probably win if you used that', I said carefully.
'I know. I know…'
'Hold on, what do you know about the Philosopher's stone?' With that he went to my mind again and I gasped mentally, trying to shove him away. 'Don't, it will spoil-' 'Spoil?' he grew even more eager to reach my knowledge and I didn't have enough willpower to push him back. Soon he had found out about Father and Hohenheim. And even that wasn't enough for him; he searched my mind for things about Hohenheim.
'HE is a Philosopher's stone? He healed teacher?' Now, when he stopped, I shoved him off from my mind before he would find out of Envy's defeat.
'That's rude, you know.' I said angrily, but he didn't listen.
Ed grabbed the Philosopher's stone and stared at it before closing his fist around it. I had never felt a alchemical reaction so I was bewildered, but I said nothing, just enjoyed the feeling. It left my senses tingling.
'Whoa.'
'Whoa for you, be glad that I didn't do anything wrong because of your interruption.'
'Interruption? I'm sorry.'
'It's okay.'
"Alright, all ready to go, where's rest of my clothes?" Ed said, jumping off the bed. The two ex-goons stared and Darius just pointed out the chair where his bloodstained jacket, shirt, tank top, pants and boots were. This meant he was wearing only his boxers. Oh what a sight that would be.
'And what are you thinking?' Ed asked, irritated. I blushed mentally.
'Just something every fangirl would.' He snorted and started walking towards his clothes, wondering what he should do to them. Probably just alchemize them clean. He wrapped off the fabric covering his stomach and stared at the spot where should have been a scar or just some kind of mark that he had been stabbed there.
'You know, Ed, I have a request.'
'And what is it?' He had some really stupid expectations in his head, I can say that.
'I'd like to see your eyes. Please, I've never seen golden eyes.' I pleaded.
'I don't have time to let you stare at the mirror all day. And I'm not some weird animal at a Zoo you can look at. Maybe some other time.'
'Aaw, I'm sure they're so pretty and all… I'm so jealous; I'd love to have golden eyes myself.' I whined.
'What's with you in all of sudden? They're not so special. And actually, as long you are in this body, you do have yellow eyes.' He didn't want to say they were golden, but preferred saying yellow. I didn't understand why, but I just shrugged it off.
'If they're my eyes as well, then I have all the rights to see them!'
'I said "maybe some other time"!' I started pouting like a child but he ignored me. He cleaned the clothes and fixed the torn fabric. He pulled on his pants and I wondered how they were so smooth, even though they were also tight.
'You've got pretty neat clothes, you know.' I said when he was pulling on his red jacket.
'… Oh, thanks.' He hadn't probably ever had heard any compliments regarding his clothes, because he seemed surprised.
When he reached his hair to braid it again, I had to intervene again. 'Why do you braid it?'
'So it won't get in the way. Why do you ask?'
'Braids are for girls, or at least in our world. It's thought of as gay if a man braids his hair. What about you just put it to a ponytail?' I said plainly.
'… For real?' He was stunned. Well, he had braided his hair for five years at his own will without knowing this. I didn't answer, because I didn't need to. Edward Elric would not braid his hair anymore.
'Where are you going to keep the stone? In your stomach like Kimbley? If you put it in your pocket, it might fall off. Or if you want to fusion it with your body like Father and Hohenheim…' Ed had started walking towards the door, but stopped in his tracks when I started talking again.
'I don't know how Kimbley can keep the stone in his stomach like that, but I'm sure that I can't do it. I won't put it in my pocket either, but fusion it with my body? That's insane!'
'You would be immortal and clapping your hands wouldn't be necessary anymore. But, if you're immortal, you would keep living till the stone's power dies out.' Again, I didn't mention that he wouldn't grow taller. Nor did I even think of it for long, because he is able to read my thoughts, after all. Shame on me, I was already trying to pull the strings like I did with my friends.
'But if you still think that you can survive without killing, that immortality wouldn't be that bad. You had a good prove of it back at that building that Kimbley blew up.' I tried to be careful or he would get annoyed, and that is not what I wanted.
'… Would you do the fusion if you were in the same situation?' I wanted to cheer. He was asking me! But now I needed to answer at the right way.
'Well, aren't you trusting me fast. But I would, if I knew how and I also want be sure that there is a way to get rid of the stone within me. Well, we do know one. Beat the crap out of myself until the stone's power dies out. So, I would, especially if I'm fighting against something almost immortal like homunculus and Father. Does my opinion help you?'
'It does… Maybe I should give it a shot. But you will be in danger, because you aren't an original part of me.'
'The rate of succeeding?' I asked a little worried. I didn't want to die when everything was getting interesting.
'Fifty-fifty.' He said. He opened his fist and stared at the stone.
'… Do it, if you want. I'm trusting you.'
"Fullmetal? You have been quiet for a pretty long time. Is something wrong?" The lion-guy asked, and Ed shook his head. "No, it's nothing. Just thinking what I should do. Sorry, could you leave me alone for a sec?"
The two exchanged glances but went outside, leaving Ed standing alone in the room. Or not so alone, but with me. That sounded evil, didn't it? Haha. … I'm getting lame.
'So, you want me to do it?' He asked, unsure what he should do.
'I'm not saying that I want you to do it more than anything else, but I recommend it.' Remember to be careful…
'I wonder what Al will think.' He directed this thought to himself, but I still answered.
'Oh yeah, there's no way that you're not going to tell him, right? Well… He'll probably understand. I think. I don't know him that well. But then he wouldn't need to worry about your health because you can't die. He loves you, right? There's no way he's going to abandon you even if he might not like the idea of his brother being the stone.'
He went silent and I knew that he was wondering, if he really needs to tell him after all.
'Yeah. You're right. And it's not like I'll turn into a homunculus. Let's do this.'
'I'll try not to interrupt.'
'You're interrupting already.'
'Sorry.'
And then several complex equations went through my head when he clapped his hands…
The Doors of Truth was in front of us, but to my relief I was still inside of Edward. The thingy with Ed's arm and leg was greeting us with its stupid grin.
'Coming to get your leg and arm back, aren't you? No? I never thought that you would want to fusion human lives with you. But, do as you wsh…' I watched trough Ed's eyes when his body was decomposed and everything turned so bright that he had to shut his eyes. The next thing I remember that we were on the floor and Ed writhed in pain, panting.
'Well, that was something…' I thought.
'Shut up, I feel like shit…' He groaned and pushed himself up. Rapidly approaching footsteps were heard and Ed dusted off his clothes.
'Want to try out if you're immortal now? Bite your finger or something.'
'Pff.' Ed did bite his finger and we both stared in amusement when it healed itself.
'Congratulations, you have successfully become a living Philosopher's stone.'
"Fullmetal, is everything all right?" The chimeras barged in and looked around.
"Been better", he groaned and walked forward, trying to find something new from his body. There was none. Except the pleading voices "Help me" "Kill me" "I want my child back" and such. He hadn't noticed them. Maybe it's better that way.
'So, what are you going to do now? You can't follow Kimbley; he disappeared after he betrayed Amestris, led Drachmas to the border and watched as they died. He did your work.'
'WHAT?! Why didn't you tell me?' He was angry.
'You didn't ask. But I do know where Al and the crew are. In Lior.'
'Lior? They have probably left when we reach it…'
'I doubt that. Your father is there and Al probably wants to discuss alchemy with him.'
'That bastard's there?!' Why did he have to shout?!
'Yup. So, shall we get going?'
'I guess you're right. To think I'm actually believing and doing things by just trusting a voice in my head.'
'Want me to shut up?' I mentally cocked up an eyebrow, smiling a little.
'Yes and no.' He said and walked to the door, between the two chimeras.
"I'm going to Lior, will you come along?"
"It's not like we have any other places to go, so I think we'll stick with you for the time-being." They said, but Darius laid his huge arm on Ed's shoulder, "but I don't think we should depart yet. What about we paid first?" Ed looked up at the huge man and gave him a blank 'I-could-care-less' face.
"Yeah, Darius is right, and if you go walking in public looking like that, just guess how many won't recognize you?" The lion-guy added and Ed made 'hmph' sound.
'They've got a point there, you know', I said carefully and he growled out loud. "We'll leave once we've paid and got something else to wear", he said and kicked the boots off from his legs to the far corner of the room.
"How we're gonna pay?" The lion-guy asked and I knew Ed was thinking hard. "We'll use my research account", he answered and Darius shook his head.
"They'll recognize you right away when you land your foot in the bank."
"Who said I'm going? I'll give you my pocket watch and the other necessary stuff", Ed said and turned his attention to the lion-guy, "you go and check if you can find something for us to wear. Different jackets with hoods should be enough. Shabbier, the better."
"Roger that." Darius almost saluted before went outside with the lion-guy, I saw his hand rise a little, but it never made contact with his forehead. 'You're bossing them like you're their superior officer", I laughed and I knew that he would have glared me if he could. 'Well, I am. Just where are you from, not knowing these things…'
'Finland.'
'What?'
'Geez. You just asked where I'm from, and that's my answer; Finland.' I said and mentally rolled my eyes.
'Well, sorry for being dump', he said and fell flat on his back to the bed. 'So… What kind of place is this Finland?', he asked, probably just to kill time. I tried to shove some pictures to him, but he pushed them back and said: 'No more pictures, please. I'm sick of those.'
'Uh, okay. Well… Finland's got hundreds of lakes and lots of forests, and only a couple of million inhabitants. We love nature and every Finnish's dream is to live near water and have an own sauna. In our world, sauna is a Finnish invention. There are four seasons in Finland, warm summer, over 20°C, colorful fall, cold, snowy winters, the temperature goes always at least once under -20°C, and we love to ski, skate, swim in a hole in the ice and so much more… The springs are cold and wet but sunny. In summer our days are "endless", it never gets dark enough to be night. But in winter, our shortest days last only for a couple of hours. But even if we love nature, it doesn't mean we're in the same level with animals. We have hi-tech business going on, for example Nokia, and also Linux was made by a Finn, can't remember his name though… And Keke Rosberg, Mika Häkkinen and Kimi Räikkönen have all won the F1!' I squeeled at the end and I would have punched the air if I could.
'Swim in a hole in the ice? F1? Hundreds of lakes? Your country sounds… interesting.' Ed sounded bewildered and I smirked.
'Yeah. I don't like swimming in an "avanto", as we call it, but my dad does it. It goes like this: You go to the water, come off, go to the sauna, and again and again… 'Till you've had enough. F1 is a car-racing contest, and the cars can go over 300 kph, some even 400 kph', I explained proudly.
'… oh. By the way, what did you say? 20 what? Fahrenheit? That's pretty cold", Ed asked and I gulped. 'You don't use Celsius temperature scale?'
'Does it actually exist?'
'Yeah… Never mind. Can I have a pen and paper so I can change it to Fahrenheit? I'd also need control of your body for a while. So, please?' I asked, trying to be well-mannered. Actually, in Finnish, we don't have an equivalent for "please" and just saying 'Would you pass the salt' is polite enough.
Ed searched the drawers and tables for paper and a pen, while I was trying to remember the formula.
'Okay, I've got them', Ed said and I looked at the paper. I felt Ed pulling back and I got control, but because just a while ago I didn't need to do anything, I almost fell to the ground.
"Whoa", I said out loud with his voice and grabbed the table for support.
'Clumsy as ever', he said and I cursed. 'Well, it's fucking weird to feel nothing with your leg and arm!' I snapped and took hold of the pen with my left hand.
'You're left-handed?'
'Yeah, and I probably couldn't use your automail well enough to write anything', I said while trying to write the formula down. But it was hard! I was trying to write like I did with my body, but Ed's clumsy hands just couldn't do it. 'Fuck!' I swore and finally got it right.
°F (°C) · 1,8 + 32
'I think it went like this… So, the Celsius was 20…'
°F 20 · 1,8 + 32
'Okay, 20 · 1,8, uhh… What's that again…' I almost started calculating it to the paper's corner, when Ed answered:'36.'
'What?'
'It's 36.'
'Oh…' He was good.
°F 36 + 32
°F 68
'You write like you're in school', Ed said and I knew he was smirking.
'Well, sorry, I think I just got carried away! But now you know', I retorted, but still I was filled with familiar joy. I always felt like this when I was able to get the right answer. I loved math!
'I think I almost understand your interest in alchemy. I'd actually like to try it out. But of course, you have better things to do than teach alchemy for some voice in your head…' I let the sentence hover between us, and Ed sighed.
'Are you trying to get me teach you alchemy or not?' Ed asked, not wanting to guess. 'Well, it would be nice…' I said and he groaned. 'We'll see about that.'
'Want to be the one in control again?' I asked drearily and Ed probably noticed my unwillingness. I really missed having my own body, it wasn't fun at all to be hanging around in blackness, not feeling anything, just seeing and hearing things. Now I understood how Al felt. 'To think he has been like that for four years…' 'Who's been what? 'Nothing!' I answered hastily. 'You're lying. Don't forget that I can hear your thoughts', Ed said and I heard a tint of sadness in his voice. 'Oh…'
'You can keep the control 'till someone comes in or you start doing something stupid', he said and I smiled happily. 'Thank you.' I stood up while looking the automail leg to be sure that it actually did like I wanted it to. I heard Ed laugh. 'You're weird.' 'Don't say that, you've lived like this for what, five years?, and I've been in this body for a couple of hours!' I said inside of my head, while keeping my eyes locked to the leg. 'Just forget that you don't feel it and walk. My body knows how to move it.' Ed explained and I lifted up my chin, feeling a little bit hesitant to walk. I took a step, and the automail worked just fine. I took two. Still working. Three. Four. Ten. "Whoa", I whispered and looked to my left. A smirk spread to my face and I heard Ed groan. 'Good thing that they have mirrors in there.' I stared at him/myself. He looked even better in reality. Well, his face was a bit pale now, the bruises were cured by the Philosopher's stone, but I was sure that he would look gorgeous with a little tan. I couldn't help but wonder if he had rock-hard sixpack and strong arms like in the manga, because even with the pants I could see his muscled thighs and calves…
'Hey…' A threatening growl came from the back of my head and I flinched. 'Uh, I got the hint…' I turned his/my back to the mirror and looked at the floor.
'Watcha gonna do?'
'You'll see.' And with that, I reached for my toes with my hands to see how flexible he was. To my surprise my hand touched the ground with no effort. 'Holy shit. FUCK', I cursed and stared at my, no, Ed's, hands.
'What?'
'Well you know my body wasn't flexible at all. My hand reached only here', I put his hands to his calves and he laughed. 'You're kidding, right? Just who could be so stiff…' 'Most of the teenagers in my world.' He chuckled. 'Just what do you do anyways, sit around?' I shrugged his shoulders. 'Pretty much, yeah', I answered with a blunt voice. 'Your life must be pretty boring.' I was silent for a moment. "… Yeah, it was. The only things that kept me going were riding and FMA', I said, realizing, that it was the truth.
'FMA?'
'It comes from Fullmetal alchemist. We fans are too lazy to always write Fullmetal alchemist, so we say FMA when we mean the show and Fullmetal alchemist when we mean you. Wanna know something?'
'No. But tell anyways.'
'I couldn't care less about FMA, but the actual reason for me to wait for the next chapter so eagerly…' I took a deep breath. I couldn't believe I was going to say it… 'was you. I'm one of the fans that have gone too far; we've become daydreamers. I've always had a high change of becoming one, because of my nature of escaping to my head when I'm feeling uncomfortable, but you are the main reason. I had everything I wanted in Finland, but I wasn't able to enjoy of them. I couldn't find my emotions while I was in there. Because of you. There's no one like you, Ed. Our world lacks kindhearted, righteous people. In the end, they all want power and money. So, your difference, your ability to feel such emotions, attracted me. Well, one of the reasons is also that you're effin' hot, but that's not the most important thing to me…' Suddenly I felt like I would start to cry and I pulled back, giving him the control.
'… Now I understand. I died, and this is hell given to me. Or maybe, I never existed as a mind, body and soul…'
So, here it is. If you haven't already realized, the girl in this fic is very similar to the one in "a Finnish Dream"...
I could leave this fic like this, as an oneshot, but if people liked this one, I could also continue it. (Remember to review, or I WILL NOT write more. It's your choise. '3)
-Xanta Claus