Title: Braille

Rated: T

Genre: Romance & Adventure

Summary:

Quiet, unexpected—like the baby inside a womb perhaps, its gender is unexpected and it's quiet. And that's exactly what she is, born blind and mute, Del loathed this, it was a curse. But after a freak incident with a certain white being in front of a gate, she finds herself in the world of her favorite show armed with only five senses and one pillow.

Warning: Filled with a lot of shitty puns and one horrid brat.

Disclaimer: As mush as I'd love to, I can't for I have too many bad ideas for this anime.

A/N: Hi there! I'm new to this part of fanfiction, I've decided to write for FMA because I've been reading a few stories here and thought, 'Why not?' So I put my phone down and got on my laptop. anyways; please enjoy the story! c:

Chapter 1

Dandelion Wine

"There's only you and me in this infinitely amount of loathsome crap."

—Rain, truly it was. Streaks of white and blue crayon falling from grey puffs in the sky, at least that's what her mother had told her. It felt cold on her fingertips as she sat out in the garden staring at the sky, she supposed. People described it as blue and vast and white and never ending, but she didn't know if that was the truth, all she could see was nothing, she didn't even know how the color looked like, Delamine Wright had never seen colors before, only this one color she couldn't even describe. It was cold though, like how her soaked soft skin was as she was guided back inside the house by one of the maids frantically.

Del was silent as they bathed her pale skin and earthly brown hair. She was brushed, fed, pampered, and most of all, taught.

Braille—yes, she was taught Braille. The little bumps were soothing against her fingers as she read with her body, the movement drowned out what her instructor was explaining and she smiled to herself. Reciting the story in her head, she was loud and clear—her voice powerful as she spoke, and this is what she said.

—Rose, a woody perennial of the genus Rosa within the family Rosaceae.

They have velvety petals and sharp thorns which are situated at the stem of this

beautiful flower. Its name comes from French, itself from the Latin Rosa,

Which was perhaps borrowed from Oscan—

There was still so very much to read, but her instructor had decided to call it a day, leaving Del alone in her room as she absorbed the information from the raggedy leather woven book.

Her room was of course something she couldn't see, but I'll do you a small favor and explain, it was a regular sized room, beige walls and light brown wooden planks for the floor, a white rug sat at the side of her white bed and a window to the right of it. In the corners of her room were shelves, all filled with different things. At the first corner which was closest to the window were books ranging from horror to romance, all in braille, the shelf was close to the bed so it was practical. At the second corner were a bunch of perfumes and pictures, the third was full of recordings of episodes of Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood, a few music CDs and a small CD player and at the fourth corner was where sat her sketchbooks were. God knew why her mother bought her these, maybe because of her false hope of her daughter ever being granted eyesight to continue her life-long passion, drawing that is. Near that corner was a glass desk with a small lamp and papers, all filled with dots.

She rubbed her hands together and made her way to the bed. Letting her hands wander over it before finally settling over a soft substance, named her safety-pillow, she walked over to her desk and held it close to her, then Del began tracing the dots on her papers, it was another safety object that she held close to her heart, she let out a breath of relief as she traced her fingers over the paper. Breath, the only sound she's ever been able to make, and she was grateful for it, how horrible would it be if she couldn't hear her breath?

Del's fingers stopped dead. Unfamiliarity, uncertainty, doubt, worry, anger and shock coursed through her as she found a strange pattern on the parchment. Who dared touch her papers? She frowned and gritted her teeth, the brunette let her pillow rest on her lap and began feeling the particular piece of paper, she traced it and tapped it with her two palms and felt surges of energy. Papers fell on the floor and she began stomping her feet in rage.

'Clap your hands and try patting it again, a bit more forcefully this time.' A voice sneered in her head, she wrinkled her nose and did as she was told.

And what a big mistake it was.

Instantly, a sizzling pain sprouted wings and dug beneath her skin, literally; and she could see her skin slowly becoming paper and floating off into oblivion, she saw strange green lightning sizzle and pop and dance on her arms. But that wasn't what frightened her, for what did frighten her was millions of colors and shapes, she widened her great dark beluga eyes as she saw her table, her floors, her walls and corner. And all of a sudden, after sixteen years of never ever being able to make a sound, she cried out and all was dark once more.

White, Del saw white. Nothing but white, she looked down and saw her feet, the brunette wiggled her bare toes and saw her legs, long and covered with black leggings completed with a white skirt which reached a bit above her knee. She looked at her arms and saw white sleeves, the girl let her gaze travel downwards and saw that it was a thin jacket which layered a plain black shirt.

She touched her eyelids and wondered quietly just how on Earth, she was able to see. How did she even know which and what colors were called and how and what shapes were like?

"That's because you've just got a bouquet full of information crammed into your head now little lady."

Del quickly spun her head to where the source of the voice was and widened her eyes at what she saw, an entity completely white.

"Who… a-are you?" She gasped and held her lips by her hands, she could speak! How?!

"Like I said dearie," The white entity drawled cynically, "It's because you've got a whole lot of information in that little box of yours."

The brunette could only lift an eyebrow as she spoke slow and careful, repeating the same question again, "Who are you?"

The being grinned and cried out, "Me? Why, I am God of course!" It pointed a mocking finger at her and continued his stupid play of words which were personally just a bunch of bullcrap to Del's ears, "—and you are my creation, a puppet to play with."

Del frowned and knitted her thick eyebrows together, she stared at the confusing creature beneath her thick curly lashes and spoke with a low tone, "You're no God, and I am not a puppet for the likes of you."

Wagging a finger in front of the brunette's face, he scoffed playfully(although not in good-nature), "Tut, tut, tut little lady; for a person who reads a lot, you sure are stupid aren't you?" Her frown deepened as it continued, the voice a mixture of terrible female and basic male, "In here—I am God, for there is nobody else but me and you, such as it should be but unfortunately is not."

Her body was completely hostile towards him, her eyes were as narrow as the gap between the floor and the door as she hissed at him—her—it, yeah, it.

"Can you stand?" asked it.

"What?" replied she.

It repeated, "Can you stand?"

Her previous hostile exterior forgotten, Del looked down at her toes and wiggled them before sighing, "I don't know."

"Then stand up you stupid girl."

She shot him a daringly stupid glare but only received a blank face as a reply, no pun intended, "Fine."

She stood slow and hesitating, cursing under her breath and yet marveling at the vast amount of words she'd learnt so far. Del wobbled and teetered but managed to hold her ground, she took a step forward and fell; to which was earned a hearty mocking laugh from the white entity.

Del huffed and stood up again, this time managing to do one step and not fall over. Another step, and another, and yet another. It felt like walking on thin ice, it even looked like it, her feet felt frostbitten and her bones were chilled as she walked, her coal eyes darting to and fro from her feet to the white entity, it's head was turned towards her and she could feel its nonexistent eyes drilling into her skull.

"You haven't answered my question yet, who are you?" Del spoke as her knees began to buckle, sending her to the ground.

"God." It replied.

She scoffed and stood, beginning her walking lesson all over again, "Hurry up and answer."

It unexpectedly sighed, "Apparently the word God isn't a good word for people of your intellect—how about this, my name is Truth."

Not knowing whether to be insulted or flattered, Del simply nodded and continued walking.

"Try running now."

And she did, Del began sprinting around the white blotch known as land. She felt an odd chilling wind in her face and welcomed it, she's always been accustomed to the cold.

"Good, as a prize; have this piece of trash."

Something fluffy and oddly comforting was thrown to the brunette, to which she caught and began to cradle the moment it was revealed to be her beloved pillow. She squealed and squeezed it close to her chest.

Truth snapped its fingers, drawing her attention to him to which she frowned and spat out, "What?"

It simply grinned, "Feisty. Anyways, school time is over, time to go home."

Del visibly paled, "Home?" She swallowed a lump in her throat and stared at Truth with fearful eyes, "Will I lose my eyesight? My voice?"

"Of course you will, you fool!" It cried out, laughing at my face; spitting at it and slapping my flesh, "And that is exactly why I'm about to send you to a new world!"

Suddenly, a dark shadow loomed over her causing the poor brunette to look back and pale, her thin lips went dry, her throat held no voice and the hairs on her neck stood tall and fearful.

The door creaked and groaned open, small black arms starting to fit through the gap and reach for her. Del screamed and backed away, her feet only able to take her so far before she fell and crawled backwards. A black hand coiled itself around her ankle and the female promptly shrieked, using her fingers to pry it off of her frantically. Another one coiled itself around her wrist as she flailed, and another on her other wrist, and another on her other ankle.

Truth laughed as she screamed, the hands dragged her into the gate where oblivion was seen.

The door opened wider, like the mouth of a tiger with its fangs barred and its eyes ablaze with murder, she was dragged in like prey and snapped tight within, the sound of her screams shut off as she was dragged into darkness all over again with the sound of muffled laughs behind a gate she could no longer reach as she fell.

A/N: So, how was it? I hope you guys like it and I hope it isn't too bad, I sort of liked the concept of sending a blind and mute girl into the FMA world. Please review! :D