Albino Alchemist

by Nina Elric

Full Summary:

She wore a white night gownd that blew with the slight cool breeze that pour from the crack of the window. Her hair was a metallic white, yet she was young. Her skin was pure white, too, making her look ghostly. She was an alchemist; her dream: to become a state alchemist and research the Philosopher's Stone. Her left arm...automail. Her right leg...automail. The opposite of the famous Fullmetal Alchemist. How sad. She was young and was so crippled. But that was because of her state. She was sick and dying; that is, until He came.

(Albino Alchemist)

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(The Telephone Recording) - (Prologue)

Ed's POV

I sat in the seat across from Alphonse; my eyes half-asleep. I was tired. We were in a train going to who-knows-where ('cause I forgot where we were going) and once again following orders from the guy (I was too tired to remeber his name...uh...he's the Colonel...oh yah, Roy...lol). Anyways...we were stopping in the town called Newsbokia; an odd town of albino freaks...or whatever. There was a girl who called up the military base and ask for someone to come get her. She needed medical attention and she wanted to join the military after she regained health.

Telephone Conversation Recorded at 7:08 pm:

(Telephone rings multiple times)

Roy Mustang: Hello? Colonel Roy Mustang...talk!

: Hi...I'm here to ask you for (coughs badly)...sorry...but I ask you to send (coughs again)...(clears throat)...someone from the military to come and pick me up! I am in extreme medical look-up and health needs and once I recover; I hope to go through the State Alchemy Exams. So (coughs worse than all the times before)...please...hurry and send someone...quick!

Roy: Okay...sure...right away...Fullmetal will come and get you. Please...hold on for just a bit longer...

(goes silent for a few minutes)

Roy: Okay...then, I will need your telephone number...address...and name, age, birthdate, gendre...,which I presume is female, right?

: Yes.

Roy: Okay (writes down 'gendre' on paper he grabbed earlier)...I need the rest of the information requested and a good percentage of alchemy you know...please...go on...

: My name's Naomi Corinagi, I'm 11 years old, I was born on September 5th, 1904 and I know probably a good 40-60 of alchemy. I live at 390762 Cornilan Circle in the town of Newsbokia. Is...is that all?

Roy: Yes...oh...one more thing...your phone number?

Naomi: Phone Number is: 397-905-729

Roy: Thank You...we'll send Fullmetal right away...please try to hold on 'til then. Thanks again.

(both lines hang up)

End Telephone Conversation at 7:25 pm.

I was still pissed off at the Colonel for sending ME, but I got over it enough to settle down. He called me down to his office and told me every thing that he'd needed me to do. But it was get Court Martialed or go on the mission. I chose: mission. But at the time-being...I was in my 'little fantasy world' and was slowly falling into a deep slumber when the trains' iron wheels screeched on the iron bars beneath them. It was loud, noisy, and it woke me from my soon-to-be sleep.

Suddenly, the voice of the trains' conductor spoke. "All passengers getting off at the station of Newsbokia; please get your luggage out of the luggage compartments and be seated until the train is stopped completely. You may then proceed off the train and get enything you may have put in the luggage car. Thank you and enjoy your stay." He finished and I asked Alphonse, my younger brother, to grab the luggage from above us. It was time for us to get off now. About fove minutes later, the train had completely stopped and Al and I stepped off onto the train station platform. The platform had read of "Platform 56" but I didn't see no other stations, but I did see some crushed, burnt down, and screwed up-looking buildings. The place was a complete and utter mess, beyond compare. Instead of looking around for 'an hour', Al and I went looking for the girls' home. The place seemed deserted. I unfolded the piece of paper Roy had handed me when he called me up to his office and read it aloud.

" "390762 Cornilan Cr.; Naomi Corinagi..." So this girl is an "Albino Alchemist," one of those odd girls who can created more from less..."I said looking at the piece of paper. I looked up at Alphonse who was walking beside me and was looking down at me. I then looked to the other side at the buildings. I read softly to myself...

"390702..."

"390705..."

It probably was going to be about 10 minutes before we found her house, but we kept on looking...

"390729..."

Alphonse looked at the other side at those buildings and also read the addresses to himself...

"390730..."

---About 3 minutes later---

"I FOUND IT!" Al exclaimed. He pointed at the (most likely best looking) house (in the city) that was made mostly of brick.

"Good job, Al" I patted al on the back and walked past him. I knocked and turned the door knob. "Hello? Hell-OOOOoooooo..." No answer. "Anybody here?" A small voice was heard from somewhere in the house, but was too faint to hear what it was saying.

"I...help!" Is all I could make out. grabbed Al's arm and tugged him, then I let go of it and began running down the hall. "Don't worry...uh...Naomi!" I yelled while gasping, "I'm on my way to help!" Al and I ran quickly down the halls, searching each...and every...room.

A/N: So...how was it? I'm not that good at prologues...so don't flame me...I burn easily! Anywho...please review and make me happy...no flames...they are only good for roasting marshmellows. Thankies!