I own nothing. The author, the glasses-wearing cow, does. Don't think she's giving me the deeds to FMA and Edo-kun anytime soon...
I got a philosopher's stone ring! :3 It's black though!
Ah, sorta a PU/AU to TBOTE and the following stories. Got some little things that spoil it. Some are after the last chapter of everything.
Ah and sorry, Rach. Krad and you ain't in the story. Neither are The Gays. You know who. : )
Prologue
My back felt odd as I woke up that morning... Blond hair was tossed on the pillows beside me. I sighed. Geez, Shinji, passing out on my bed and not your own or Dark's... I smiled. Shinji rolled over and her hand landed on my arm, her automail left. I blushed. Her hand slipped and landed among the blankets. I got up. I grabbed the polish near the bed and worked on my leg. I sighed as the door opened to the room. The three beds were as messy as could be and the three of us NEVER EVER made the beds. I looked over my left shoulder at Shinji, whose legs were entangled in the blankets. Shinji murmured something and turned in her sleep. My back itched.
The person who had opened the door was the third person who shared the room. I was scratching my back like crazy.
"It looks bad... Don't scratch it... The cut'll get worse." Dark looked at me.
I looked at him.
"What cut?" I asked.
"The one on your back."
"WAHH?" I had a 'I'm sorry, your crap is not computing with me. Try again later' face on. I looked at my back, trying to flex the best I could. I caught sight of glimmers of metallic colors and a large gash. I fainted.