A/N: please read this, it's not just some dumb romance between ed and a character based off me cuz I wanna be with that smexxy alchemist... lol, I actually worked hard on developing the story and I'm proud of it... so yeah... READ IT lol.

"You understand what this means, right?" Roy Mustang, (or legally, my father) asked me.

"Yes Daddy." I told him, shrugging up the lose military uniform that was slipping off my shoulders.

"Then here... you should take this with you." He through me Pocket watch and smiled as I concentrated on catching it, grinning at it as it gleamed in my hands.

"And I should tell you, he won't be happy, but guess who you'll be working with?"

"Who?" I asked him.

Then he smirked before he told me, "The Fullmetal Alchemist."

When I was on my way home I felt like skipping. I knew what my "daddy" would say if he saw me like that, my military uniform open, my hair newly died orange though I promised him I'd let it grow out black if I joined the military, and on top of all that, skipping like a child would. He would tell me that I was actually apart of the military now, and I couldn't look like some little girl borrowing her dad's uniform.

Well, due to my height that would happen anyway, but I shouldn't be adding to that assumption... Even so I couldn't help it. I skipped the whole way home.

"Hey, I'm home!" I called into the empty house, even though I knew Roy was still at work and wouldn't be getting back until late that night. The only one home was my little yorkshire terrier named Caramel, and she came running up to me and jumped into my arms.

"I'm a state alchemist now! Isn't that great!" I told her as I ran to my room and flipped onto my bed.

I grabbed my diary out from under my bed and opened the lock with alchemy, (because only n00bs use the key) put my pencil up to a fresh page, and waited.

I wasn't waiting... I was begging. Write something... please...

I could think of many ways to start it out,

I'm a state alchemist now!

Two years of sucking up to Roy finally payed off!

I'm a human weapon now, isn't it great!

I could write anything if I really wanted to, but I didn't want to write... I wanted to read.

I shoved the book under my bed and took out my old diary, the one from three years ago that had, "Angel's Diary. 13 years old!" written with black sharpie on he cover. The one that held the memories that I could never recall. The one that made me miss someone who as far as I knew, I'd never met.

I'd read it all so many times I could practically recite it word for word, but still it comforted me, made me feel all cozy inside, to open it and read about my father; my real father.

I was related to Roy very distantly, like his third cousin was my dad or something like that.

And it's not like I have amnesia, I remember all of my life but one year. I remember growing up in an orphanage where my mother had abandoned me and making friends there that were so close I would call them my sisters. I would look out for them, and they would look out for me. We didn't need parents.

On my memory of that orphanage everyone was telling me that my father was there, he'd come to find me, and I'd have to go with him. I remembered how scared I was, how much I didn't want anything to change, but when I saw his face it all went away.

The thing is, I can't remember his face now.

My father was an alchemist, and his specialty was transmuting on humans.

Not in the taboo way, in the medical way, seeing as he was a doctor. The most remarkable thing about his alchemy though, was that he could cure victims of amnesia.

I had his theory written in my diary somewhere, it was that you can never get rid of memories. They'd always be in your mind somewhere, all he did was unravel them and let them show threw. A lot of times I wondered if he'd be able to cure my amnesia if he were alive, but people who knew him told me things that I really wanted to forget more then anything.

"Your father's the one who took away your memories of him."

"He didn't want you to feel pain, he knew he was going to die."

"You still miss him though, don't you dear? After all, you can never truly get rid of memories. Your father knew that."

When they'd tell me things like that I'd just smile and shake my head. "I actually don't even remember him picking me up. Can't miss someone you don't remember... right?"

I was an actress... I didn't want anyone to pity me so to their face I would act strong.

But now, alone in my room, skimming over my lost memories of a year, I started crying.

I'm a state alchemist now... I can finally get the information I need... I tried to calm myself.

I wanted to see what the military said about my father. I wanted to find out everything I could.

And the last memory I had of him, he was telling me something about the military. I can't remember what it was, but t was important enough to stick with me even after he'd taken away my memory, so I figured it was my only hope.

But that wasn't all... I also needed to research human transmutation.

I wanted to meet him in person, and there was only one way to do that.