FullMetal Alchemist: The Sibling Alchemists

By: Blast Alchemist

Before I start this story I want you to know that I in no way own Full Metal Alchemist, or just about anything else in this story, for that matter. Probably the only things I do own are my original characters, (the Oblivion and Blast Alchemists) based off of me and my sister. This is just a story I wrote when I got bored. Please leave a review, but try not to be too brutal. If anyone is interested in this, I will continue the story. If you think this story sucks, DO NOT BE POLITE! If you think it sucks, tell me straight-up that it sucks. Enjoy.

Chapter One: Introductions

We start this story at the Devils Nest Pub. Greed, as usual, has a bottle of liquor in front of him, and a girl under each arm. Dorchette is putting a fresh edge on his sword, and Marta is playing cards with Law, the ox chimera losing badly. The scene switches to a man about the age of nineteen leaning against a wall in the corner. He is wearing a black pair of pants, sleeveless shirt, and boots. He has on an overcoat, also black, with the right sleeve torn off. His hair is light brown and spiked in all directions, with a ponytail down to the middle of his back. His eyes are closed and he's thinking about God knows what. This man is Thomas Roadruck, a former state alchemist who had been given the alias "Blast Alchemist," due to his ability to make just about any thing blow up by snapping his fingers.

Greed looked over at him and smiled, "Lighten up spiky, we're supposed to be having fun."

After saying this, he tossed Thom a bottle of Whiskey, which he caught. He looked at the bottle, then at the homunculus and said, "I'm not one to partake in parties and the like."

Greed then laughed at him. "You don't like parties? Then what are you doing here, Tommy?"

Thom then pulled out a kunai knife and tossed it into the couch Greed was sitting on, just missing the "space" between his legs.

"Call me that again and my knife will hit higher. Call me Thom or Thomas, hell; you can call me Blast Alchemist if you want, BUT NOT TOMMY!"

"Damn," replied the homunculus, "Don't get so touchy. By the way, you never told me why you joined us."

"I joined you because you're against the military and there is someone I need to kill with them," Thom replied.

For now we will leave the Devils Nest crew and go to the office of Colonel Roy Mustang, where his subordinates are all gathered. Havoc lit a cigarette and turned to Lt. Hawkeye.

"So who's this new officer we're supposed to be getting?" he asked.

"I don't know" replied the Lt.

At that moment, Mustang entered the room followed by a woman about the age of twenty-two. She wore a standard military uniform and had her long, light brown hair pulled up in almost the same style as Hawkeye. She also carried a katana on her left hip and a handgun on her opposite side. Mustang then introduced her to them.

"This is Major Jennifer Roadruck, The Oblivion Alchemist. The Furer has requested that she join our team."

"Yo, I'm Jean Havoc. That's Riza Hawkeye, he's Cain Fuery, and this is Vato Falman."

Roy turned to Jennifer, or Jen as she liked to called, and said "You'll find your room upstairs. You had better get settled in."

"Thank you, Colonel." After saying this she went down the hall to the stairs, only to run in to none other then the Crimson Alchemist, Zolf J. Kimblee.

"Haven't seen you round here before. I think I would remember someone as good looking as you," he said with his usual smirk.

"I don't have time to deal with you now, so get out of my way."

"Oooo, I like my woman fiery," he replied.

After this, Mustang came walking up to them. "Ah, Jen, I see you've met your new partner, Zolf Kimblee."

Jen felt a sinking feeling in her stomach at this.

"So, you're my partner? Nice, well see ya around, doll."

Jen had to resist drawing her sword and slashing his head off at this statement. Trying to forget what just happened, she turned and went up the stairs, running into another state alchemist on the second floor landing. This time it was the Fullmetal Alchemist, Edward Elric and his brother, Alphonse. Noticing Ed's pocket watch, she stopped him and pulled out a picture of herself standing next to a man in black with long brown hair.

"You're a state alchemist, in your travels have you ever seen this man?" she asked.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, but I haven't seen him," said Al.

"Nope, sorry. Who is he anyway? An old boyfriend?" Ed asked.

"No, he is the abomination that I call my brother," she said.