This is the first chapter of the side story, called , The Other Side... obviously talking about me. If you haven't read the first book, I extremely recommend doing so shortly. Hah... Ugh... :P anyways... I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist or DNAngel... I wish I did, but the cow with glasses or the rabbit aren't handing anything over anytime soon... But, they'd be higher in rating then they are... ehehe... Edward, Alphonse, and Shinji Elric-Mustang and half the saga's plot is mine. This cat owns that... eheh...

Call my name is book two's title. Go check it out while you wait for the other chapters.

Chapter One

Ed looked at me.

"Really?" He asked me, his eyes reduced to glaring slits. I smiled.

"Yes. I'm the girl." I pulled the outfit out from my bag, all the gifts were in there. All I had to do was think about it and it came to me.

If you don't know what I'm talking about, then go have a look at Book One: The Beggining of the End, or TBOTE for short. Gods, I sound like Percy Jackson.

Ed nodded, Alphonse stood up, taking one of the crush bottles from the other boy.

"Short." I smirked, seeing how Ed was obviously the same age as me, but shorter.

"WHO ARE YOU CALLING 'A LITTLE PERSON'! A DWARF! A MIDGET?" He shouted, spinning on a heel of elevator shoes. I saw his fist come from the corner of my eye, having thief's reflexes, and dodged it, and caught his fist.

"You." I said, with a smirk.

He fumed before handing a bottle of pop to me. "Here. Happy you're home... Mom missed you most, next to me... She's in the basement." He stuck his hands in his pocket, sighed, then climbed like a monkey in a bikini with a braid (Yes, love, that was for you.) onto his bunk and sat looking at a picture on the wall. He quietly sat there, music beeping cheerfully from a game system. I strained and recognised it as N's Castle. He must have Pokemon Black or White. He picked it up and started playing, I heard the bings of when you talk with someone. The music changed to the music of when N summons Zekrom. I went out and saw a familiar like building. I sifted through dead memories until I found the one I wanted. My old house. This was my old house.

Dark

"Yeah... Good for her..." I muttered, pulling my legs close to my chest. Krad smiled lightly.

"Pathetic..." He muttered. I looked up and glare, causing him to snicker. I looked back.

"I'd laugh too, if it weren't me..." I started crying, the hole in my chest that she had caused. I was pitiful, even my demon laughed. But he always laughed at me. Especially in romantic situations. Krad left, pushing the wheels of his wheelchair. Dai and Sato left as well, leaving me alone here.

Shinji

"Hey..." I said timidly, walking down the stairs, into the basement that was so familar in shape, but not layout. It was all strange. I saw a few things that were old, including a bag marked : 'Verity's things. Keep them, your daughter might like them.' I picked the bag up, looking inside, a ton of video games and things, like pencils and drawing materials, and my ds lite. I had left that.

"Hey, I kept the artical about the former owner's daughter... If you would like to read it. I put it in that bag yesterday. I was looking foward to the day I saw my dear Shinji again... You have your father's hair all right. Your brothers got his eyes." She held a color picture out to me. I took it from her hand, her light brown eyes looking at me.

"You got most of me, but not the hair. It's your father's all right." I looked at the picture, I sat on a chair and closely inspected the people in it. Mom was holding the two boys upstairs in the room I was in. A man with coal black eyes and raven hair stared at the camera and photographer. A little girl with the same shade of hair and gold eyes clung to his shirt, the same expression and a smirk like his on her face. I flipped the picture over.

When Roy and Shinji were still with us. '05. The caption read. So the man...

"This man was?" I asked the woman who I took as my soul's true form's mom.

"Your father, Roy Mustang." I paled, pulling a copy of Fullmetal Alchemist out of my bag.

"He... Is my dad?" I asked, staring at the cover illustration of Roy Mustang in Central, tracking down Envy. She nodded.

"Came as a surprise to all of us when we found out there was a manga that the characters looked exactly like our family. But they aren't us. The real ones are sitting in their own universe, doing their own things." Mom smiled, looking exactly like Trisha Elric in the manga. "Except the fact that Ed and Al have coal colored eyes, and you aren't in it." I flipped the copy of 23 open, Roy glaring up in a menacing way, pulling his glove taught on his hand. ...There's no need to say anything else, Envy. I'll burn you to ash, starting with your tongue. He said on the page. Whenever I read that, it sent a thrill down my spine.

"School on Monday. I've got the paperwork all sorted out." She told me, looking at me. I looked up.

"Where?"
"Brookfield High. Ed's going there, Al is going to Alta Vista."

"I used to go there..." I mused out loud. She looked at me. I pulled the article out. (This is where I have fun writing up my death)

Verity Moir, 13, died on March 20, 2011. Her mother and sister, devastated, are grieving for her. There's been some rumors of what caused her death, but some say it was the phantom thief Dark who had shown up two nights before she died. Is he the cause? Anyone with information please call...

The number was blured out on the page. I frowned.

"Alta Vista? You went there?"

"Yeah. My name there was Verity... Gods, I just... Crap... You'll never believe this, but you'll need to call a family meeting." I looked at her. She nodded.

DUM DA DA DUMMMM! All manga mentions in here don't belong to me... :P And I don't own Transformers, only the lightbulb that came into my head yesterday and I was thinking about it as it will replace Percy Jackson. Sorry Perc. You're being replaced by Soul Eater and Nine will be Transformers. I was thinking of some wicked ideas. ;)