Hi guys! I'm White, and this is my first story. Please be nice and reveiw!

Chapter One . . . Meetings

Leaves of many colors fell gently from the tall trees serounding the large farm house. They remained completely oblivios to the screams and shouts coming from that very home.

"You BITCH! I TOLD you to be home by THREE-THERTY!!" A man yelled. "WHAT TIME IS IT NOW, BITCH?!?!" A woman sobbed, a baby wailed, a young girl about 13 slipped out her bedroom window silently. "T-th-three. . . f-f-fourty-f-f-five. . ." The woman cried. The girl peered back inside the window curiosly. The woman lay on the floor with the man's shadow crossing over her terror-stricken face. "Exactly." The man growled. Crimson shut her eyes tightly. Willing herself not to picture the very liquid that she was named after gush out of the woman she loved.

Her mother screamed, and Crimson ducked out of the window. The urge to go back inside and help her mom and baby brother was great. She knew though, that is was now her turn to escape. Like her older brother before her. She thought back to how Morter must have felt. "Oh, little Reee-eeed, Where did you gooo-ooo?" Crimson's breathing hitched. That was what her grandmother, Old Scarlett, used to call her. Crimson lept from the small ledge she was standing on to run down the steep hill behind her home. "Hasta Lavista, Basterd!" She called over her sholder. She had nothing more to worry about. At least, she didn't think she did.

(Crimson -POV)

I couldn't help the huge yawn that escaped my mouth. Dazed, I glanced around at the small huts around me. A sign to my left read 'Mooreside Market.' I kicked a loose board out of my path as I continued further into the old market. The huts were all run-down and rotting. I stuck my head inside one. My hands flew up and tried vainly to keep the putrid rotting smell away from my nose and mouth. "Mother-damn-fucker!" I coughed, backing away. "Alright, on a creepy scale of one to ten, this place rates an eleven." I said to myself.

I opened a door to one hut with a little more force then was needed, thereby pulling the whole thing off its hinges. "Ack!" I exclamed, falling with the door. "Uck, stupid- Rah!" I stood up and brushed the dust and dirt off my clothes.

The hair on the back off my neck stood up as well. I knew I was alone, but I could still feel eyes on the back of my head. Refuseing to give into the uneasy feeling, I begain to look through the shelves. Vases, clocks, paintings, wooden boxes decorated with strange designs and patterns. Was this some kind of antique shop? I felt the eyes on me again. Comeing from somewhere to my left. I turned to face whatever was there. I don't know what I expected, but all I saw was a big and bulky suit of armor. "Well, you're looking good for your age." I told it. "Not a speck of dust anywhere. Weird." There was somthing creepy about this armor. Kinda like it was alive. And watching me.

I reached a shaking hand up to the helmit. I was probably just being silly, but I would sleep easier without those empty black eyes stareing at me. Quicky, I snatched the helmit off the suit. "There. Now I can sleep."

Placeing the helmit so it didn't face me, I layed down on a mat I found on one of the shelves. As I dozed off, a faint voice, like a child's, asked: "Umm, excuse me, but, could I have my head back, please?"
"Breath, 'letta." I told myself, using the nickname my grandfather had given me. "Your just hearing things." The voice again. This time sounding mockingly like I knew who it was. "No you're not. I just want my head back." I sat up, mind and body benumbed. The suit began to move, reaching for the helmit. I picked it up and chucked the helmit at the suit. "Oh, my fucking god!" I yelped, scrambling away from the animated armor. The armor caught his 'head' and placed it back where it belonged.

I ran out of the old shop in a blur. "Run away, Run away, Run AWAY!" I chanted as the armor chased me through the market. Huts and shops flew by as I rounded a courner. Suddenly, I slamed into something, knocking it to the ground. "Ow! Dammit, I don't need this right now!" I exclamed as I sat up. Rubbing my head, I finnally noticed the boy I'd ran into. And the fact that I was. . . Ahem. . . stratling him. "OH! Sorry!" I said as I rolled off of him. "N-no problem." The boy flushed. Examining his featurs, I completely forgot why I was running in the first place. He wasn't very tall, but he had his long straw-colored hair tied back into a braid at the nape of his neck. The boy wore a dark red over-coat on top of a pair of black jeans and a matching vest. White gloves adorned his hands, which were being used to prop him up off the ground. He looked famillor. . . "Brother!" A voice called from around the courner. I stopped my oggleing with a jolt and hid behind the boy. "Al, We're over here!" Shortie called, glanceing at me with a confused expression. "No!" I squeecked. "Don't let it know where we are!"

"Why not?"

"There It is!" The armor came around to the road the boy and I were on. "Oh, brother, you found her." I gasped. That voice. . .

Flashback

"Brother, I can't find Crimson!" A boy with dirty-blonde hair came running into what seemed to be a study. Books were skrewn around everywhere. In the middle sat a boy with gold hair and matching eyes. He didn't look a day over five. The other boy stopped in the door. "Oh, Brother, you found her." A little girl, about three, sat in the blonde's lap. "Sowy I mad ou woie abot me, Afonse." She giggled cheerfully. The four-year-old relaxed. "Mom is looking for you, Brother." Al said to the other boy, who was holding the girl in an almost possesive manner.

"Okay. Is Mister Sal' here?" the boy asked, refuring to the girl's dad. Al nodded. "Owkay, Afonse. Bwye Eddie. Bwye Afonse." Ed took the girl out to the living room where to adults sat. "Daddy, Daddy!" The girl said happly as Ed finnaly let her go. "Wook at wat Eddie made me!" The little girl held up a little glass flower. "Ed called it the Crimson Rose! He named it after me, See miss Trisha?" The girl showed off her gift as Ed blushed in the background. "Wow boys," Trisha said admoring her sons' handiwork. "You're getting better every day." Both boys grinned hugely.

"Daddy, we can come back tomarrow, right?" the girl asked as her father led her down the hill the Elric home was on. "Sure." the man said, looking at anything but his dauter. "Of course we can, Crimson.

"I promise."

End Flashback

"Al," I wispered, coming out of my short reverie. "Alphonse Elric?" The Armor stopped and looked at me in confusion. "Yes, That's me." It said a little uncertainly. "Al, How do you-" The blonde boy begain, but was cut off as I pritty much glomped the armor. "Al! OfallthepeopleIcouldhavemet,I'msohappythatIfinnalygettoseeyouagain!" I said with one breath. Al stopped spinning around from my momentum and held me at arms length.

"Not to be rude, but who are you again?" My babbleing stopped short at this qustion. "I. . ." I lowered my gaze, and Al set me gently on the ground. "You don't. . . remember me?" Blondie stared hard at me. His golden gaze pinned me to the place I was standing. "If the armor's Alphonse," I murmered. "Then you must be. . ." My eyes widened. "Ed. . ." Edward Elric, my childhood friend, was standing right in front of me. "Yeah, that's me. Whatsit to ya'?" He asked. "Brother! Be nice!" Ed glared at Alphonse. "Why should I? I mean she's a total stranger; How do we know she's not some creepy stalker?" An anime rain-cloud appered above my head. "And, after all we've been through you want to go and trust some random girl we just-" Al thwacked him up-side the head. He pointed to my face. "Your upseting her." Al scolded. Ed glanced at me for a moment before looking back to his brother. Ed almost got wiplash. "W-what's up with your eyes?" I glared hard at him. "They change color."

"Why?" He asked, his voice softer. "How the hell should I know? They've always changed shade depending on my mood." I spun on my heel and walked away. "Oh, and for what its worth," I called over my sholder as I made my way out of the old market. "My name's Crimson Sellan."

Yes that is the first chapter. Of my first story, yay! (does happy dance) Alright, now that I'm done tramatizing you, could you do me a tiny little favor and review? I want to know how this came out. Was it good? Bad? Let me know! XD!