Important Note: This is a Mary Sue fic, and it has two purposes.

1. To give me a chance to join the ranks of people who make Mary Sues just for fun of it!

2. To see if I can make a serious story with a Mary Sue as the main character. Seriously. It'll probably be ridiculousI'm not going to try and make it very good; I'll probably just kill her off at some random point when I get bored of itbut I want to see what boundaries can be crossed while still writing something that's not just one dumb joke after the next. (It's still a Mary Sue though, so any critique should be something like how to make Juvia more ridiculously Sue. I might add your suggestions into it...or not.) You're all welcome to join me on the experimental ride! Or you could just leave, since this experiment will likely fail. But oh well! On with the story!


Chapter 1: Edward's First Word's

Dear Dairy,

Okay, so this is more a journal than a dairy, but I've always wanted to write that. ^-^

Anyway, in this book I wish to record the things that happen to me in this new life.

Yes, dear reader, I did just say 'new' life. Because, you see, this isn't my first, which means I've been reincarnated. Sorry for the redundancy, but I don't know for sure if everyone in this world knows about reincarnation; it's when a person dies and then gets reborn, quite literally, as another person. It's weird, and gross, but what's really cool in my case is that I actually know what happened!

Unfortunately, I don't really remember much of my old life. I remember my name—a boring name really: Anne Felicia Bello—and where I lived; Illinois, USA, but not much else is clear. Just facts.

One thing that's clearer than day, however, is the one thing that affects my life now: Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood. I think I watched other anime—I recalled the word otaku one time, and I think it has something to do with it, though the exact definition eludes me—but that's the only one that matters, so I guess that's the only one I have to remember.

Oh, that's right; no one here knows what anime is. Well, it's like movies; it's a bunch of moving, colorful drawings that act out a story. This one, Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood (or FMAB, as I'll call it from now on), is the one that I found out is real.

My name is Juvia Rosemary Patrica Elric, and I was reborn as Edward Van Elric's older sister. (I was the one who suggested his middle name be the same as our father's first. ^-^)


Juvia paused in her writing, her rich, golden orbs glazing over in an obvious show of thought. '...He's going to kill me for that someday,' she realized. "Aw, shoot." The beautiful girl gently brushed her voluminous, golden hair out of her face thoughtfully. "But," she murmured, "Maybe it'll be better for him in the long run. Hohe—I mean, Dad isn't a bad person. He's just old." The three year old (physically. Mentally she was fifteen. Or did that make her eighteen now? Well, she had all the knowledge of a fifteen year old anyway; how babies are made and stuff. Juvia's pale cheeks flushed a pretty pink at the thought.) giggled at her own words, which mixed quite cutely with her adorable little blush.

"Juvia! Juvia, darling, where did you go?"

Juvia gasped lightly at the sound of her mother's voice; she hadn't realized how late it'd gotten. Gazing out from under the outstretched branches of the tree she hid under, the little girl saw that the sun had already begun to set. She stood up, closing her journal and clasping the little lock shut as she went, and ran to the house. "I'm here, Mama!" she squealed, still a three year old at heart. Juvia leaped into her mother's outstretched arms and cuddled like the cute little girl she was. "Sorry, I didn't rea-uh, wealise how wate it'd got."

She'd gone this long pretending she didn't have a perfectly adequate vocabulary, she wasn't going to stop now; Juvia couldn't scare her mother by letting her know that she'd given birth to a fifteen year old girl from another reality!

Trisha Elric couldn't help but smile at her adorable little girl. "I understand, but you need to be more careful! You don't want your father and I to worry, do you?" she asked sincerely, carrying Juvia into the house.

"No, Mama," Juvia surrendered humbly as Trisha set her down in the highchair by the kitchen table. The little girl swung her feet a bit and fiddled with her journal while her mother went into the kitchen to get dinner.

After a few moments, Juvia's new father entered the room. He didn't seem to notice her at first, as his attention was focused solely on the brand new baby in his hands. "Dear!" he called in the direction of where Trisha had gone. "I uh... C-could you take Edward back now? I'm afraid..." Wherever his sentence was going, it stopped when Van realized his daughter was sitting at the table, giving him the biggest, most adorable smile imaginable; Juvia knew he needed comfort, so she was doing her best.

And it was working. Van had been getting nervous over his new child; (two weeks new, to be precise) with Juvia, an instant bond had brought them to be the best of friends that a parent could be with their offspring, but now he wasn't so sure he was meant to have children. What if he...contaminated this one? He'd watched so many people live and die—his uncertainty about having a son made him remember all the death's he'd caused, and he felt like a monster. And even if he didn't do anything to make this new son a horrible person, he didn't want to watch him grow old and die! He especially didn't want to have to watch his precious little Juvia die of age!

But...that smile just said, it's all right, Daddy. Everything will be okay for now. Maybe she was too young to even think that kind of thing, but it made Van feel all warm inside, just knowing he'd helped create this wonderful little girl. He smiled. "Hello, sweetiepie," he coed, the way he always did when caught off-guard by her cuteness.

"Hi, Daddy!" Juvia giggled happily. Trisha was coming out of the kitchen now, looking slightly concerned, but when she saw the scene before her she smiled. Juvia reached her hands out toward Van. "May I howld h'm?" she asked in that high, almost soprano voice that everyone who heard it seemed to melt under.

Van's firm, stress filled eyes became more relaxed, matching his smile, and the man stepped over to her. "Of course," he replied, kneeling down a bit. "But be careful with him, Juvia."

"I will!" The little bundle was carefully passed from father to daughter; the three year old gaped at her little brother. She hadn't been allowed to hold him until now, and her pretty face went red with, she realized, a fangirl's blush. She knew who this person would grow up to be, and she loved him. But—ew! Not like that! She'd never had an anime-crush on either of the Elrics! No, she now felt the love of an older sister, an older sister who wanted to make his early life as wonderful as possible, because she knew that she couldn't stop him from destroying himself, as tragic as that was.

Because who would defeat the Homunculi if he didn't become a State Alchemist?

But that just meant Juvia had to be with him every step of the way! She would do whatever it took to make his tragedies—the ones that, in her eyes, were the only path that could be taken to save the world—less terrifying. She would make sure he wasn't alone. And when Alphonse came along, she would do the same for him.

Juvia smiled at Edward. "Hey, little brother," she whispered, so her parents couldn't tell she wasn't slurring like a three year old. "I'm your big sister, Juvia, and I'm going to keep you safe, okay?"

Edward was making little baby sounds and grasping at her silky smooth hair, but when he heard her speak he looked up at her with enormous, golden eyes, (Not as shiny as Juvia's mind you.) and squealed happily, "Sis'a Juv'a!"

And thus were the first words of Edward Van Elric.


And thus is this. *yawns tiredly* Well, I'm going for some supper myself; if you looove *makes sarcastic sparkly goo-goo eyes* little toddler Juvia Rosemary Patrica Elric, then I'd love a review telling me to actually write more. Otherwise I might not, 'cause it's almost embarrassing if no one likes it—like a real Mary Sue story where the person thinks their character is amazing and...yeah. I mean I don't, but I've begun rambling so this'll need to stop here.

Also, Juvia will probably get her memory back eventually, so I'm gonna give her "my" life (for the most part anyway; I'm not an okatu. I've only seen like, five or six animes, and I'm not really that obsessive, at least relative to my definition of obsessive behaviorh) to make it officially a self-insert, BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT LITTLE SUES ARE MADE OF! *vanishes in a flash of beautiful golden light*