Ok typing on my brother's comp (ugh) it's so slow so don't expect much posting, I was just getting stir crazy. I have all these stories I need to type!!! Argh..just my luck, writer's block is gone, and my comp breaks (sigh). Please enjoy.

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Fables and Fabrication

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"Ugh, Why do you buy those Al?" The small blond stood with his hands on his hips as he waited for the younger of the two to finish his shopping.

"I like them brother, besides, they are flattering don't you think?"

Edward lifted a volume from the large stack and carefully examined it, "The Alchemist of the People volume six, includes the short story The Adventures of Roy Pinto." Al laughed. "They didn't even get our names right!"

"Well no brother, if they wrote our real last names we could sue them, they don't want to go to jail I'm certain."

"Oh, so um, Al?"

"Yeah?"

"Are the stories even close to what really happened?"

"More or less," Al lied. It was mostly less to say the least. In fact the only thing the stories did get right was their inexplicable (to everyone but them) journey to find the Philosopher's Stone and the brotherly bond they shared throughout. Also that Mustang was their boss. The writers knew nothing of Al being the armor. The stories were still interesting to Al though.

Alphonse flipped his long ponytail over his shoulder, he knew the books would end soon, his restoration had occurred over five months ago and they had long since stopped traveling. He placed his books on the counter and paid the cashier, all the while Ed stood about looking a little less than pleased. "I can't believe we spent an hour here and that's all you're buying."

"Brother, you promised we'd spend the day however I wanted."

"Yeah well, how was I supposed to know you'd want to go shopping? Girls go shopping Al, Winry goes shopping!" Al laughed but avoided the obvious opening for a Winry joke.

As they left the bookstore Ed glared down at his brother. He was finally two inches taller than the younger boy and it made him feel ridiculously superior. "Ed, stop it, I only want to make two more stops, then lunch, then home, ok?"

"Fine," Ed grouched.

Some time later Edward was dragged unceremoniously through a supply store, where Al purchased twelve notebooks and an undetermined amount of pencils. "Planning on writing you're life story?" Ed joked.

"Something like that," Al smiled at his own private joke. The next stop had Ed a little worried. They walked around downtown for a longtime before stopping in what most people would call 'the bad part of town'.

"What the hell Al? What could you possibly need from around here? It's dangerous, and it's practically right inside the red light district!"

Al rolled his eyes, "Don't be stupid brother, I just need some books that the other bookstore doesn't have. Besides, we are no where near the red light district.

Ed grumbled but followed Al anyway. Ed was surprised to see this 'bookstore'. It looked normal enough on the outside, but the inside was filled wall-to-wall with notebooks.

"So uh, you trying to become a writer Al?

Alphonse shrugged, "Writing is mostly just a hobby, but I have sold a few things here." Al blushed, which made Ed instantly wonder what kind of 'things' he sold.

Ed looked around while Al shopped. Each wall was covered in polished wooden shelves, which contained several randomly colored notebooks. Each section was labeled, which was how Ed discovered that this was a store that sold fan fiction. He suddenly became interested. He'd always assumed that only bored teenage girls wrote fan fiction. He lifted a random journal from a stack. The cover had a bizarre marking in the center of it, a signature Ed assumed. It looked simple enough so Ed replaced it and went to scope out his brother. He was slightly shocked to see the younger boy in the 'Alchemist for the People' section.

"Damn," he said, coming up behind his brother, "we have books and fan fiction?"

"Um, yes," admitted a startled Alphonse, "a lot actually, that book is pretty popular."

"So, who writes these things?"

"Uh, teenage girls mostly, some young women, and um, me."

Ed laughed, "So what are they about?"

"Well, they vary from book to book, but most often just things the readers wanted to happen, unfulfilled desire and all that." Ed gave Al a questioning look. "Well for example," Al held up a green volume with a pink sparkle unicorn on the cover, " this one tells of yours and Mustang's great love affair."

The look on Ed's face nearly brought Al into a fit of hysterical laughter. "I DON'T WANT YOU READING THIS GARBAGE!" Ed told the whole store.

"It's not all like that brother," Al did neglect to mention however, that most of it was like that. After making their purchases they decided on hamburgers for lunch and headed back to the main shopping venue.

"So, could I read one of those Al?"

"N-no brother! You um, wouldn't like them," Al stuttered.

"Ok, can I at least read some of your writing?"

"No! I mean, my writing isn't very good, it pretty dull actually."

Ed could tell his brother was uncomfortable talking about this, and he never wanted to make Al feel uncomfortable again. So he decided he'd save his curiosity for a different day, "Whatever you say Al."

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BWhaha! Guess what? This is a chapter fic! 1/3 parts in fact. The first of many series fics to come! (including Beauty and the Alchemist...my new love child of a fanfiction. XP That's right, me and Disney had a love child...but you have to wait and see!) Hope you enjoyed this, please don't stone me, the next chappy will be up ASAP. It's already written, just need to type it. (also..apologies for the lame 'fan fiction store' X.X)

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