AN: Hello People.

I LOST THE GAME!!!!!!!!!!!

Don't know the game then Review and I shall inform. (Clever way to gain reviews. NE?) If you are aware of the game then declare you lost to the world and make someone else suffer. HA HA.

Now this is kinda like my first EDEN fic, well not really but I never posted the other one's cuz I felt they were just to BLAH. (Eats old un-posted fic's)

Now I expect criticism and such but please be nice about it.. I'm a newb to this really… Now also if you feel I leave out anything or need more detail I will add if you request. I also may skip time… Well useless, uneventful time so if it gets to much I'll try to incite the persons life a lil more

Also Gifts motivate me. Especially COOKIES!!!! YUM.. And plushies…….

HMMH.. EDIBLE COOKIE FLAVORED PLUSHIES

Now on to the fic.

CHAPTER 1

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Ed

With the tie now slipped onto my wrist, my golden mane was now free to move as it wished. I ran my fingers through it easing them through the small tangles.

I feel fingers interlace with mine and they guide my hand through my hair, slowly rubbing circles on the back of it with their thumb.

Their other hand wraps around and encircles my waist. Black fingernails lightly trace up and down my sides, making me shiver from the touch.

My hair is pulled to the side and tossed over my shoulder. I gasp as lips make contact with my neck. Lightly sucking on the skin above my collarbone, I let out a small moan of pleasure and surprise as teeth bare into my shoulder.

"My, my Chibi. Sensitive aren't we."

I stiffen as the arm encircling my waits moves to my thigh. Nails run down my leg leaving small scratches in their wake.

"Hmh." I knew that voice from somewhere. I just couldn't place it. Fingers slowly slide back up my thigh. They made sure to slowly pass over my inner thigh, leaving just centimeters to the imagination.

I gasp as another harsh bite lands on my neck. The nails now trail up under my shirt, once again leaving scratches behind.

"Wh- Who are you?" I stutter out, almost demanding an answer. I longed to know who was causing me such pain and pleasure. I craved more. "Meowrf."

MEOWRF? WTF.

"MR. BULGY, get off of brother this instance." "MEROWRFFFF. HHHIIISSSsSSssss"

"No Mr. Bulgy stop.!" "MERWF" "LET GO!"

I shoot up as searing pain shoots through my abdomen. I gape down and the tiny holes in my skin where light streams of blood poured. "Oh My God, Brother. I am so Sorry. Mr. B was using you as a scratching post and well.. Heh.. Sorry."

I glare up at my brother, Al, who was trying his best not to crack. I really couldn't blame him with the glare I was letting off. "OUT!" I yell, pointing to the door, not even uttering a half hearted thanks. He nods and sprints out, closing the door behind him.

I pull my now blood stained tee off and inspect the damage. Not only were their holes, but scratches also lined my chest. Thinking back to my dream I curiously inspect my right thigh to find the scratches there too.

Feeling kinda ashamed that a cat could induce a wet dream from me I decide to mentally punish my self by skipping the shower for now so I don't take care of the problem in my pants.

Heading to the bathroom that connected straight to my room, I pour hydrogen Peroxide over the cuts and practically cover myself in band aids. Satisfied with my work I exit the room and head down the stairs and walk straight into the kitchen where I planned to guilt Al up a bit more.

"Mommy, Al's cat cut me up. It hurts. Kiss it and make it better." I wine, knowing she'll do it. Giving her younger son a glare mixed with a 'We'll talk later' look she bent down and lightly kissed my tum- I mean stomach. After three kisses she blew a slight raspberry into my belly button (Doesn't Stomach Button sound weird?) she pulled away and smiled at her work.

I fake sniffle and give her a hug and made sure to add an "I love you mommy" into it. Knowing Al was feeling like crap I grab a pop-tart, stick my tongue out at him childishly while mom had her back turned and headed up to my room.

"That was a dirty trick you pulled their Son." I turn to find my father reclining on his stomach in our lazy boy looking at me with an unreadable expression. I smile nervously and scratch the back of my head.

Hohenheim, dad, was a very unpredictable man. With him being all fatherly one minuet then coming in baked ranting about the sewer midgets he was pretty unconventional. Well we all were actually.

Trish, our mom, was a traveling sex toy sales woman. Her company KittyLicious had her flown all around the world just to sale, inform, and personally design their tools to the everyday person for half the price of online and store bought ones.

Hohenheim, dad, was a scientist who worked in a lab, location unknown to us. He worked on many Top Secret projects that required him to stay there for two weeks straight some times.

Alphonse, my brother, Al for short. Well Al was just… Weird. Kitty obsessed. Overly friendly. Very touchy feely with anyone. I mean ANYONE! Very smart, but he refused to skip grades. He was a sophomore and was fourteen years of age. He was also TALLER THEN ME BY LIKE A FUCKING FOOT! Damn him.

Me I was the most normal. Well by my standers. I was well groomed, educated, proper manners, could be a huge momma's boy when wanting something, charming, good looking, not so tall but I'm not SHORT!, Never call me short. Slight temper, good student, gonna be a junior. The only thing I even considered weird about me was my fetishes. Yes Plural. Fetishes. Let see… Were to start.

1. Piercing 2. The whole S&M thing seems really sexy. 3. I like being owned. Like people treating me like property. 4. Whip Cream. And some other thing's I rather not think about.

Even though we are sorta classified as a weird family we still function as normal as possible. Family dinners when possible. Holidays, birthdays, weekends. All the good stuff we do when we can.

Just three days ago we all went out to shop. Well we went shopping for school clothes and supplies for me and Al, but well we were still all together. We wee happy and anyone who judged can suck on my ass. Yes my ass.

Somewhere between my inner ramblings and the time it took for me to snap out of it my father had stood, made his way over to me, poked me many time's, and by the amused look on his face I had been zoned for a while.

I blink and give him a WTF look and pull away from his outstretched arms. He mumbled something about "player and con artist." But I took it as him being Envious Envy… WHERE??? and made off to my room with my tart, and what was left of my manly dignity after the mommy hug.

Two hours later I decided that then was a good time to shower. The previous, slightly embarrassing bulge had since gone away and I was free without temptation. The only thing that bothered me was the voice. I knew that voice. Someone, Somewhere that I knew had that voice and was in my dream. Sure the cat had induced it but the cat was replaced by him- Er… her…Uh It. No defiantly Her. Her works just dandy.

I was surprisingly clean and devoid of all dirt by the end of my musings, witch took about a whole 20 minuet debate over the gender, age, where I knew the person, If I knew the person, and the possibility that Al was in to beastry (SP?), witch was brought on by the way he stares at his cat intently while it cleans it's self down there. SHUTTER.

With my body clean, hair washed and pulled into a loose pony tail I was ready to hit the road. Well not literally since I wasn't going out and plus I didn't want to hit anything at the moment but well… You get the DAMN point.

Donning a loose towel on my hips I made my way down stairs and flopped over the back of the couch. My mother made a face and commented on how I should 'at least wear boxers' if I was gonna flip over in just a towel. Dad countered with "It's a guy thing" and I hurriedly agreed before she launched into a lecture about my inner sexual desires that could be experienced with a low payment of 19.95 plus extra for the gear. Nice mom Huh?

Not wanting to expose the world, I crossed my legs and pulled a throw pillow into my lap. Leaning back and reclining I was prepared for a day of sleeping, eating, and a few 100 crunches just to keep toned.

I had just zoned out when my mother politely handed me the phone, mouthing Sloth, and turned and walked away.

(ONE SIDED CALL.. SRRY)

"Hey whats up."

"Yeah that sucks"

"WHO?"

"WRATH got stuck where."

"Oh height's."

"McDonalds.. You have to be kidding me."

"Oh no I'll do it.. But why is he there alone."

"Oh… Wait you have a twin?"

"Oh.. Patient much?"

"Ok.. Sure thing. Purple pants and lime green shirt."

"Gotcha. Oh no, no problem."

"No I really owe you."

"Ok.. Bye."

I jump up and discard everyone's curious glances. I had to get my ass to McDonalds according to Sloth or else Wrath might either die of A: Heart attack. B: other kids. Or C: Her twin might kill him. She was more concered with choice C then any thing else so… Her twin must be mean or not like the kid.

I kept repeating Purple pants, Lime green tee. Purple pants, Lime green tee. I etched it into my memory as I neared Mc D's. It was only like a few minuet walk so I really didn't mind and plus I was really curious about the twin I had never heard of.

Not that me and Sloth are that close I mean we hang out sometimes but that's about it. I stop rambling and prepare my self for what was to come. Sloth described it as HELL!