Let's see how many people are going to go for this.
This is the first time I've put in an OC so early, be nice.

I'm trying to do something different with my writing, let's see how it turns out.

No flames.
No trolls.
No joke. :)

Thx.

Introduction and Parting

In the quiet streets of Central, within the early evening hours, a girl crouched near a small bush. Her orange eyes were cautious to all around her. She had made the long trek across the country for this moment; it was almost time to go. The girl was poised as she perched behind a shrubbery, ready to strike as soon as the famous Edward Elric passed by. She had prepared well for this day with countless hours of training and planning. Many more hours were dedicated to save the money for this endeavor, but she was finally ready to make the move. With her talents in mechanics and alchemy, surely she was enough to take on the 'pipsqueak'; thus qualifying her for the position.

When she saw Edward come into view, she readied her switch blade, a tool that never left her side since purchase. She had a switchblade in hand, one in her boot and another on that was hid up her sleeve. If he managed to disarm her once, he'd have to do it two additional times. "Like hell," she said and carefully eyed her target. As skilled as he was, there was no way he'd be able to predict all three attacks.

This girl wasn't planning on killing him, rather subduing him. She wanted the journal the Full Metal Alchemist carried around. If she could master his notes, she would be able to forgo the age restrictions on the military as he did. State alchemist certification: It was her main goal. That silver pocket watch would soon adorn her hip.

After suffering the loss of her parents, she wanted to get them back. Edward was the closest person to come to a human transmutation that she knew of. She wanted to know what he had recorded on the subject so she could compare them to her own notes. This girl had come alone with the conclusion of human transmutation, but lacked the final keys needed to finish the array. Hoping that Ed would be able to fill in the gaps, she aimed to steal his notebook.

She saw Edward come around the corner on the street his hotel was on. "Now," she said quietly to herself.

The girl traced her steps back to try and remember why she was lying flat on her back, watching a red coat walk away: She had lunged at him. Her arm caught. Her whole body went waitless for a half second as she was flipped over his shoulder. The next thing she noticed was a lack of space within her body, indicated by a lack of oxygen reaching her brain. It seemed the attack had landed her flat on the pavement with no more knife and the wind knocked out of her. "Give it back!" she yelled, rather choked out, while trying to convince her lungs it was time to inflate again.

"Why?" the young alchemist said, "Planning on taking a chunk out of me?" He held the knife by its tip, pointing it straight up. He kept walking, he did not stop.

"I'd only need a vegetable peeler to take a chunk out of a bean!," she said with a gruff voice. Quickly getting up she blocked the attack he charged at her with. This time she had a better chance, she wasn't glaring through a bush. Ed's temper was also flaring, so he was being careless. She dodged his fist from the left. Then by means of a back flip, he dodged her leg sweep. "Ha!" she said triumphantly. The girl slipped out her second hidden knife from her sleeve and moved forward quickly.

"Another knife?" he said with bemusment. He flawlessly intercepted the hand and twisted her hand till it was at her back.

"Big mistake," she said and dropped to her knees. Her boot knife flicked out from the toe and she kicked at Edward's automail ankle. She punctured his boot and severed a cord within the mechanics, robbing Edward of his balance. With a nearly invisible motion of her hand, she lifted the black book from Ed's back pocket.

"Hey," he checked, "Give that back," he snapped as he attempted to turn around and grab her. His ankle no longer had any mobility and he collapsed onto the bush.

"I don't think so!" she taunted and threw a hook over the top of a nearby, two story building. It was on a cord, attached to a motor, strapped to her waist. After the anchor was soundly in place, she hit a button. The cord carried her to the top of the building and away into the night.

"Dammit," he swore. He shrugged it off, seemingly calm about the whole situation. He limped his way to a pay phone and dialed his younger brother. Al was waiting in the hotel room they had while in Central when the phone went off. Ed informed his brother on the events that transpired.

"Who was it?" Alphonse sounded concerned.

"No clue," Ed glanced down the road. It was empty, no witnesses.

"Do you want me to go after him?" he asked.

"Nah, he won't be able to read the thing anyway. Just call the police, they'll find her," he said and said goodbye. The police would be informed and the thief apprehended soon. Their dogs would have her sniffed out in no time.

His limp made Winry come to mind, "Ah," he groaned "Winry's going to lose it at me." His leg's structure wasn't damaged, but she would have to make a trip to replace the cord. She had made it very clear she was busy, but he couldn't make the trip without finding his book first.

Meanwhile, said 'thief' was scaling an abandoned building to reach an open window. She had lived there for the past few months to plan for this very day. Normally Edward Elric would always be on the road going 'wherever'; she could never catch up to him. Each time she would hear anything on where he was going, he'd be in the neighbouring town already. "Not this time," she said and curled up on a large couch cushion on the floor.

At the same time each year he came back to Central to turn in his annual research. This time, she got him. "You're all mine." Two years in the working finally paid off and she flipped open the cover to all her answers.

"Let's see what we have here…" she asked herself as she slipped her hood off to reveal shoulder length blond hair. The brown, short-cut wig hid her natural color. She hoped the darkness covered her eye color enough. Hair color was one thing, but eye color was hard to fake. If he'd seen her eye color it was all over, no one she knew had orange eyes, it was a dead give away.

She coughed. Reaching down to her side, she emerged with a thermos. Taking a drink she heaved a sigh, "Still warm." The cold served as a great disguise for her voice, annoying as it was.

Wasting no more time, she began to copy down the book word for word. She would study and learn the notes, then appear at a later date pumped full of the knowledge she 'borrowed'. The plan to return it was to be set in motion as soon as she was feeling well again. Even if she was a thief, she still had a heart. This was several years worth of notes that were irreplaceable; she didn't feel right not giving it back.

After hours of scouring the text, she came to some frightening conclusions. If she decoded it properly, she discovered that a 'soul' not be brought back. "…I thought that would be it." She applied her own knowledge to what she read. "A soul is 'you'. What makes you 'you'? Your memories. The 'law of the conservation of mass': matter cannot be created or destroyed, only changed…that means…the electrical impulses that make our memories, the things that make us who we are, are impossible to recreate…totally impossible…" She held the book low and her eyes to her knees. "…I'm alone then…" She had been alone for months in the dingy warehouse, but now that she knew 'that was how it was going to stay', it made things feel worse.

Tears welled up in her eyes and made a single trail down each side of her face. "…a key ingredient for making a successful human transmutation is a philosopher's stone…which the key ingredient is human lives…looks like memories are an important thing." She laid the book down in front of her and scruffed her short blond hair with her fingers, balling them tightly into a fist, she thought. "…what am I going to do?" Her inpatient's had paid off for once. She flipped to the back of the book to see what was recently written in there. And there it was; a bit on Dr. Marco's notes and what the stones were made of. To go through the whole book, only to find that at the end would have been far more devastating.

In her time preparing, she learned how to decode many complex notes, and Edward used the same one as a friend of hers back home. "Glad I didn't waste my time on this," she said and tossed the book inside her bag. She gave the idea of collaboration with Edward a thought, but discarded it when nothing popped to mind. "Screw it..." she said and laid down. The sooner she nursed herself to health, the sooner she could drop off the journal to Central Library.

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