This is my story. My bud, hikaru1012, helped me with it. Don't hate.
Warning! This story starts in Miya's POV!
Disclaimer: I don't own FMA. Only Miya and Kairi.
What is hope?
I always ask myself that.
Is it something you can feel?
Is it something you can eat?
Is it something you can get?
Is it something you can see?
Is it something you can hear?
I look at my left hand that is made of metal, automail to be exact, and the visions of screams fill my head. I shut my eyes and concentrate to make them go away. I feel a hand on my leg. I look up and see the emerald eyes of my little sister, Kairi.
"Are you okay?" she asked.
"Peachy."
She rose a brow, "Oh really…"
"Yes really," I stated looking out the window.
Kairi sighed, running her fingers through her brown hair that went to her mid-back.
"I wonder how Central will be like. We haven't been there in awhile now, neh Miya?" she said.
I nodded in response. Then I felt a sharp tug on my hair. I glared at Kairi.
"What the fuck was that for!" I snapped.
"You were being all secretive," she stated, shrugging.
"I'll show you secretive!" I yelled grabbing her, giving her a noogie.
"Stop it!" she yelled, flailing her arms around as I was laughing.
I should probably tell you guys some stuff that I feel like saying. I have red, shoulder length hair and charcoal eyes. My bangs are hung over my eyes a bit. I'm seventeen, big woopie! I'm almost an adult! Just…two more years. I'm taller than my sister, obviously. I have an automail left hand and left leg. My sister has emerald green eyes and long brown hair to her mid-back, as you had read earlier. Her bangs are lightly pushed to the right. She's fifteen.
My normal outfit is black gloves, red tank-top, black leather jacket that had a navy flamel on it, black skinny jeans, and dark brown hiker boots. I had a chain on my jeans that was connected to my pants because I hooked it onto it and to a certain object in my pocket. I also had a dog tag necklace that had the word hell on it. There's a reason for that, but you'll find out later.
My sister changes her clothes whenever she feels like it, but her usual attire is black bootie shorts, long white socks a few inches above her knees, black hiker boots, black fingerless gloves, a leather jacket like mine except hers has the sleeves pulled up to her elbows, she wore a white tank-top.
We don't have much color variety...
Any questions? Yes? No? I don't care, you'll find out more later.
I'm Miya Rin and my sister is Kairi Rin. We're the Rin sisters.
Well, here's my story. Hope it is interesting enough for you people. NO FLAMES!