A fair warning; Yeah. It kinda sucks, don't flame me to tell me I'm on crack. I KNOW THAT. I also had to use a word processor or whatever that I'm not used to. It's not MW. So there might be some errors and such, so don't tell me my grammar sucks, there wasn't any spell check or that crap most people use. Also. This is set in a completely different universe, a little like our time in our world, I guess? Except in a fantasy state. Same technology (almost), same advances, totally different set of principles and logic. In fact, I might change that too, you never know-- I'm the authoress! Hohenheim's a city in Germany. If this story actually continues, then Hohenheim will most likely be in AU as well. BUT REVIEW ANYWAYS, even if it's to tell me my plot sucks. Just don't say $#$# about my spelling. It's hard to write at 4 in the morning without spell-check.

"Is he still here?" The boy asked.

Her usually bright and round eyes were now worn, wary, decorated with several dark circles underneath. Her dilated pupils, now difficult to discern from her amesyth irises (1), darted around nervously, refusing to meet the interrogator's eyes. Her hair was mussed, oily and unwashed. Her lips were swollen and dry, still bleeding lightly. Her hands fiddled with the delicate tea-cup, now laden with cracks and dirt stains that could never be washed clean, no matter how hard they were scrubbed.

"Yes," she finally answered, her voice broken and splintered. "But I'm not crazy! He's here, he's telling me. He's telling me I don't belong here." She jerked her head back, flicking off the air in front of her. "SHUT UP!" She turned to face her concerned brother. "He says… He says you probably wouldn't believe me. But you do, right, brother? Tell him! You know I'm not crazy!" Hot, salty tears formed in her eyes, but she blinked them back. Her brother wrapped his arms around her, comforting her, repeating "I know, I know" as considerate and understanding as was possible for him.

"No." Her words came hoarse, dryer than bones. "I don't belong here. I belong somewhere else." She rested her head on the aged wooden table. A faraway look appeared in her eyes, which were no longer watery, and she gazed at nothing in particular. Her chapped lips contorted into a distant smile. "I belong in Hohenheim. Right, Edward? Isn't that what you've been telling me?"

The young man's eyes widened, his pupils lessening in size. "Who's Edward? He's the one telling you all these things, right?"

"He's asking me how the hell he can get out of here," she said, ignoring her brother's question. "How to get out of this world, back to Amestris. He says he's supposed to take me." As she lifted her head from the desk, her brother noticed a pattern from the coarse, uneven wooden desk imprinted on her forehead. "Stop laughing, Edward!" She frowned, her eyebrows furrowing above her large blue eyes. "Yes you are!"

She felt her brother's hand rest gently on her shoulder. "Edward is the one you're talking to, correct?"

She nodded. She returned her attention to the air in front of her, glaring. "He says I'm the daughter of one of his friends. And he won't stop reminding me that I don't belong here. He keeps saying to go back with him."

"No, you don't belong there."

"He can hear you, brother. He's flipping the bird in your face. He says he can show me that I really do belong in Hohenheim, and that everyone misses me. But I have might have to pay a toll to 'cross the gate'. Brother, do you know what he means by 'toll'?" Her worn face cracked into a smile once more, surprising her older brother. He was unused to seeing her that way. "He says it's a big toll… like, body parts. I wonder if they're going to take my kidney and sell it." She cackled, her voice emitted from deep in her throat. Her brother shot her an angry look.

"Don't say such things!"

Her twisted smile quickly left her, a scowl more of the norm replacing it. "He says he's serious. Maybe I should go." A deranged look of glee quickly dominated her entire face, eyes twitching unwillingly. Her brother reluctantly let go of the incredibly-bipolar-girl's shoulder. "Or not, because I don't think I can afford to lose an arm. He's telling me about my 'real' family and friends, though. About how they were so traumatized when I disappeared at age 4, and how my mother was accused of murdering my father through all the confusion and shit. He's told me all this before, though, I wish he'd shut up!" She pounded the table with her right hand, leaving a noticeable mark. Her face was now knotted with aggravation and fury. (A/N; Very bipolar, yes, I know.)

"Okay." She said, heaving a sigh of aggravation and relief. "I will."

"What? You will what? Answer me! What will you do? What did he ask you?" Her brother clapped his hands to his head, fearing the answer.

A sharp wind blew throughout the room, knocking over the tea cup, but spilled liquid went unnoticed. The teen's hair whipped about his face, impairing his vision of his little sister. He swept his bangs away from his face, pinned it with his hands on his forehead.

"I will go with him," she said abruptly. And with that, a blank look fell over her eyes as her soul was torn away from her body, departing for what was thought as her home.

"Wait!" Her brother caught the girl's soulless body before it fell to the ground. "Elycia!"

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Yeah, I know. Stupid. Stupid beginning, stupid middle, very stupid ending. But anyways, it's AU, so OCCness is okay. Sorry for making Elycia look like a deranged psycho chick. Let me know if you want it to continue.

(1) – I don't know what color her eyes are. I'm not even sure how to spell 'amesyth'. She has purple-ish eyes in this universe, okay?