Hey, everyone, just a little writers note before you begin~

This is an FMA fanfic based in the Brotherhood/Manga universe with an OC insert (as you may have guessed), using my OC Deliylah Hayes. You don't know much about her right now, but I promise you'll find out a lot about her later on~ I'm also inserting another OC later on when she gets there, so sit tight.

There isn't much in the way of swearing or anything like that, but I rated it K+ just in case.

Thanks for starting, and be sure to give me a review if you like it (Or if you don't, either way.) Enjoy!


Like any other day in the midst of Lior, Deliylah Hayes could hear people complaining about the heat sweeping through the town. Not that this day was a day like any other day, but at first it sure did feel like one to the young girl.

"It's too hot here! Who's idea was it to build a town so far South anyway," some tourist yelled to his friend. Deliylah chuckled. Having spent her whole life in the Southern region of Amestris meant that she was used to the heat. The places she had lived didn't exactly have a great way of cooling down.

An empty bucket swung at her side. Despite not being a Letoist, she found a few extra cents find their way into her pocket if she offered to clean their altar every once in a while.

Father Cornello's daily sermon could be heard ahead as she approached a shop known for its nice meals. Nothing fancy, but if you didn't see very much money in your wallet then the curbside restaurant was the place to go. The man who ran the place was one of the very few people who knew just where Deliylah came from.

"So, what are you guys, street performers or something," the man asked a young blonde boy in a red coat. Deliylah silently wondered what such a small kid was doing with such a large man dressed in armor, but she decided that it really wasn't her business to pry into other peoples lives like that.

The next thing she heard was the young kid choke on his drink. "Seriously? Do we look like street performers to you?"

"Yeah, thats why I asked. Hey, Deliylah, need some soap for Leto's altar?" The shopkeeper had turned to her, the bottle already in his hand.

"Yes, please," she answered. "And if it isn't too much trouble, a cup of tea would be nice~"

A second later a cup and a bottle of soap were in front of her. "Sure thing, ki- HEY, WATCH IT! I DIDN'T MEAN NOTHING BY IT!" Deliylah flinched when the radio which had previously been spouting 'Leto's word' came to the ground with a painfully loud crash, shattering to pieces.

'Looks like somebody is about to pay for a radio,' she thought to herself, sipping at her tea. Radio's weren't cheap.

Her cup hovered between her lips and the counter as the unknown boy spoke next. "Ah, don't worry, we'll fix it."

"How're you gonna do that, it's smashed to hell!"

"Watch and learn, gramps."

Deliylah knew of very few ways a radio could be fixed, and she didn't like the biggest possibility. Sure enough, the large suit of armor took out a piece of simple white chalk and drew a very familiar and unwelcome circle around the broken pieces of what used to be a radio. A moment and a flash of light later the radio was back in one piece, and from it Father Cornello's voice could be heard. Deliylah took a deep breath and placed her teacup back at her lips. One simple act of alchemy was nothing-

"Then maybe you know us! We're the Elric brothers!"

"Oh, yeah, I know you! You're the Fullmetal Alchemist, Edward Elric!"

SMASH.

Deliylah gasped as warm tea splashed onto her ankles. Her hands shook as she scrambled to grab the pieces of the now shattered teacup that had slipped from her gloved fingers. With a name like that it could mean one thing. Simple alchemy was one thing, but Deliylah had felt almost nothing but misery because of state alchemists. They may have saved her life, but they also ruined it.

"I-I'm sorry, I'll clean it up right away… I'm so sorry, I don't know what I was doing…," she stuttered. Out of the corner of her eye she could see the blonde boy grappling with several terrified men. When had a fight broken out? It the midst of the chaos she could hear the boy who had been calm a moment earlier screeching something about 'not calling him short.' The armored one, on the other hand, had heard the cup smash and was now leaning over to help her.

"Are you alright, miss?" His voice sounded much higher than what she had been expecting. It almost sounded like a child was in the armor instead of what she assumed to be a full grown man.

"I-I'm fine. I'm sorry about the cup, you can add it to my tab… I-I need to go, I'm sorry, I'll pay later!" She snatched the bucket and soap and turned to race off to the church, but before she could take two steps she reared back. She had come an inch away from colliding straight into a young woman only a few years older than herself, who was 17, Rose Thomas.

"My, things sure seem lively today, huh? Oh, hey Deliylah, I didn't see you there. You alright?"

"Uh, yes, I'm fine, thank you, Rose. A-Are you coming to the church later?"

"Yes, I am. You know, with how much you clean the altar you should consider-"

Deliylah cut her off, knowing full well what she was about to say. "I know you mean well, Rose, but people of my religion don't give it up that easily, especially to somebody like the 'Sun God Leto.'" She shifted the weight of the bucket in her hands and quickly bid Rose goodbye with a nod of her head and rushed off in the direction of the church, wanting to get away from the stranger alchemists as soon as she could.

When she had gained a few blocks between herself and she shop, she allowed herself to slow down a bit. Moving the metal bucket into one hand, she subconsciously combed her bangs over her eye, making sure it was covering any brown skin on the half of her face that had retained it's pigment. She stopped in a window to make sure that her face really was hidden before walked back out in the open.

Several minutes later she had managed to catch her breath and had made it through the front doors of the church of Leto. After filling the bucket with room temperature water and grabbing a clean rag, she began to do her job, scrubbing wax and dust from the altar in front of the large statue depicting the Great Sun God Leto. However, not three minutes later she heard the door open and turned to see familiar pink bangs heading her way.


Next Chapter will have a bit more of Deliylah's emotions towards alchemists. I think her big secret is going to be saved for Chapter 3, but don't worry, it's on it's way~