Hello! For those of you who don't know, my name is Lulu and I AM YOUR FATHER! Haha just kidding, I'm your mother. ;) No, not really. That would just be awkward.

So yeah, maybe some of you know me for doing Percy Jackson stuff... or Harry Potter stuff... or the Avengers stuff... but now something else has come along, something VERY special...

Oh my gods Fullmetal Alchemist and Ouran High School Host Club! They are SO COOL AND AWESOME, so read this shit!

And that's why it's rated T.

So, yah. Read.

Oh, by the way, I don't own either of these beautiful, wonderful, amazing, perfect stories... they belong to their respective authors. *sigh*

Now, allow me to begin!

Edward

This wasn't how it was supposed to happen.

Hohenheim... That's all I can remember. He was there. He said he was sending me somewhere...

And Al was there. He had his body back, but he was so thin... and he passed out... and everyone was gone, and it was just Hohenheim, just that bastard, telling me that there was somewhere I needed to be...

And now I'm awake, looking up at a pink ceiling (damn that color) and breathing heavily.

"Hey, I think he's awake!"

And I'm not alone. An almost familiar voice is in the room as well.

I try to get up, but something keeps me down. Not something physical, just a sense of... reassurance. Like something is telling me that everything's going to be okay, nothing is wrong, everything will be fine...

Like hell it will.

But I won't move. I'm telling myself to move, but I can't bring myself to lift my arms, or move my legs, or even turn my head. All I can do is listen. Listen as those steps come closer... and closer... until they stop.

And suddenly I am seized by the desire to turn my head.

My golden orbs meet deep blue eyes, so deep they almost seem purple. They are surrounded by soft white skin. A face of perfect proportions, perfect features adorning it, perfect pale blonde waves of hair framing it...

A familiar face, yet unfamiliar at the same time.

And then I realize it. The way the eyes have a similar shine, despite the different shape. The way the hair flows, despite being shorter and colored differently. The shape of the face, the way the mouth curls into a smile at my open eyes. The reason the voice seemed familiar suddenly becomes clear.

"You," I murmur, growling softly.

The perfect face twists into lines of confusion. Why am I threatening? Why do I growl so?

But those eyes look the same as hers did. This boy has her eyes.

And I am moving. I am more than moving; I am movement. My legs swing around, my arms fly up, my head juts forward-

And the boy is in my grasp. My hands clench at his arms. The boy gasps. One hand is delivering far more strength than the other.

I still have my automail.

I let out a hiss of anger.

"Who are you?" I demand. The boy doesn't say a word. "Well? Answer me!"

Nothing moves. The boy still stares at me in shock.

Then another voice speaks.

"Excuse me, sir, but I'm afraid you'll have to let go of my friend there."

The voice is cool, calm, calculating. It reminds me of someone. Mustang. If Mustang swallowed an icebox and threw his sense of humor out the window.

I drag my eyes off the violet-eyed boy and glare at the boy with the Mustang-voice. He even looks like Mustang, just with glasses. Besides, he seems... more professional, more businesslike. More of a slim build than Mustang, too.

I don't like authority figures, and this guy obviously thinks he's authoritative.

"Why should I?" I ask, challenging him. He looks surprised.

That's when I notice the other people in the room.

There's two ginger boys. Twins, obviously. Identical twins. I frown. Twins are always troublemakers.

There's a tall boy (lucky bastard) who seems to not care about the situation, but he's tensed, ready to spring into a fight.

There's a very short boy holding a stuffed bunny. He looks upset and confused, but he's tensed as well. More dangerous than he looks, obviously.

Lastly, there's someone else... wearing boys clothes, but obviously a girl. Her features and height indicated her gender. She seems surprised. In fact, all of them seem surprised. Evidently Mr. Mustang Lookalike is not someone people often disobey.

"Will someone tell me what the hell is going on?" I demand. None of them move.

I sigh. "I'll put him down if you tell me who you are and why I'm here."

Immediately, Mustang Lookalike nods. "Fair enough. My name is Kyoya Otori. The twins are Hikaru and Kaoru Hitachin. The tall boy is Takashi Morinozuka, but we call him Mori. The short one-" I growl before realizing he's referring to the boy with the bunny. "-is Mitsukuni Haninozuka, but we call him Hani. He and Mori are cousins. This boy-" He gestures to the girl and I raise an eyebrow, but he takes no notice. "-is Haruhi Fujioka." Otori turns back to me. "And the boy you are holding is Tamaki Suoh. As for why you are here, we were hoping you could explain that to us."

I glare at him, trying to assess whether or not he is lying. After discerning that he speaks the truth, I let go of Suoh.

The boy- so familiar!- rubs his left arm, wincing. I shrug, offering a halfhearted apology with my body language.

"I don't know why I'm here," I say with another shrug. I turn and glare at Suoh. "But I do know that you, Tamaki Suoh, look familiar."

Suoh nods, looking relieved that I'm not going to kill him. "I feel like you're familiar, too."

I nod. "It's strange... but when I look at you, I see traces of my mother."

Well, that's all for now! I hope you find it enjoyable, my peeps!

The word of the day is SOLIPSISM! Heh... I like this one. It fits Tamaki. Look it up, guys; it's a good word to know!

Love ya! lulu