FireAlii: Hey guys my friend InspiredChaos and I wrote this story together, we were so excited that we decided to start typing it.
Chaos: Alii why are you telling them this, get on with the story.
FireAlii: Alright here we go.
Note: FireAlii is Angel and Chaos is Taylor
Chaos: Woot let's begin!
Disclaimer: We don't own anything to do with FullMetal Alchemist.
Chapter 1
Angel sat in her room finishing her home work. Her parents left for their two month anniversary trip. Her two oldest brothers had already moved out. Her younger brother Drake, who was still living at home at age 20, was gone on a music trip for a few months as well. Angel, a 16 year old, was now home alone for a few months. Then she thought of something. She leaped off her bed, grabbed the phone and dialed her best friend Taylor's number. Taylor picked up on the third ring.
"Hello?" Angel heard Taylor's voice on the other end and couldn't help but smile at how tired she sounded. It may have been almost noon, but it was nearly impossible to get her out of bed any time classified as morning. Then Angel stifled a laugh as she heard Taylor yawn. "Who is it?"
"It's Angel."
"Oh hey Angel," Taylor yawned again. She hated it when people phoned her when she wasn't even fully awake. She quite enjoyed having 12 hours of sleep. "What do you want now? Um, I mean, what's up, um, pal?" She took the phone with her into the kitchen to get some chocolate milk. It was the best way to wake up.
In the background, Angel heard Taylor making something. "Don't you know what today is, Taylor?" she asked. "My parents are gone! Get your behind over here right now!"
Taylor sighed. "Alright Angel…" After Taylor finished her chocolate milk she headed over to Angel's house.
Ding Dong
Angel ran to the door and opened it. Taylor walked past Angel and greeted the dogs.
"Missy! Monty! Hello puppies!" Taylor shouted. Monty jumped up at her, barking loudly, and knocked her over. Then the two dogs leaped on her and covered her face with slobber. Angel chuckled as Taylor pushed the dogs away and got to her feet. "Your dogs are freaking mental!"
"Yeah, I know," Angel laughed. "Anyways, I need to go to the bathroom. Put in Hot Fuzz and I'll get the popcorn when I'm done." She disappeared down the hallway. Taylor searched for the movie case, but it wasn't where it usually was. "What the hell?" she muttered. She searched in the TV stand, under the table and underneath the couches. It was nowhere. She stood and started going downstairs when the doorbell rang. She ran back up the stairs. "I got it!" she yelled and ran to the door. She unlocked it and pulled it open. Her mouth fell open.
"Hello!" a grinning man wearing sunglasses and a black jacket stood there. Behind him was another smiling man, wearing what looked suspiciously like a blue army uniform. His long black hair was in a ponytail. Taylor reached over and pinched her arm, hard. She felt it. So, this was real. Greed and Kimblee really were at the door. "Are you the owner of this house?" Greed continued.
Taylor shook her head. "Hold on, I'll get her." She stepped inside, her eyes wide. "Angel!! I think you should come to the door RIGHT NOW!!"
Angel flushed the toilet, washed her hands and ran to Taylor, stopping in her tracks at what she saw. She walked slowly up to Taylor. The man in a black jacket and sunglasses smiled and pointed to the guy in the blue army uniform. "Hi, my names Greed, I own everything, including him." He continued to point. The man in the blue army uniform, of course Kimblee, asked. "What?"
"Shut up, Bitch." Greed put his hand down. Angel and Taylor stood there in shock; they stepped back and almost collapsed. Kimblee and Greed stepped in, and many questions popped into Angel and Taylors heads.
"Nice pad you've got here!" Greed exclaimed, smirking as he wandered around the room. Taylor and Angel stared in shock as Kimblee zoomed around the room examining everything. "Ooo what's this?" He poked the TV with interest. "And this! What is this lovely thing?" He clapped his hands happily and went to grab the DVD player. There was a boom and the player disappeared in a puff of smoke. Kimblee gasped, his eyes shining. "Oh wow! Fireworks!"
Taylor shot a look at Angel. This wasn't right. What had happened to the evil Kimblee they had come to know and love? "I'm confused." Taylor whispered. Angel ignored her and yelled. "My DVD player!" She glared at Kimblee, who just grinned. "Fireworks!"
Greed was looking around as he spotted the dogs. Monty snarled at him, Missy was behind Monty. "Monsters! I'll save you my princesses."
"No! Don't hurt my dogs!" Angel ran and cradled Monty's face to her chest. Greed grinned. "I wish I was the dog right now." Angel looked at Taylor in shock.
Taylor stared at Greed. "Did you just … you know what, I don't care," she said. "This is obviously just a dream, and I'm going to wake up soon." Taylor sat on the couch and folded her arms. "This is just mental." Greed plopped himself down beside her. "It's okay, I am here for you." He tried to put his arm around her. "I will comfort you."
The next thing her knew, Taylor's fist has descended into his face. He jumped off the couch, cradling his nose, which was pouring blood. Surprisingly, he was still grinning. "I see," he stated. "You're going to play hard to get! That's fine." He winked at her. "I can wait."
Taylor gagged. "Oh god! I think I'm going to be sick!" She leapt off the couch and violently pushed past Greed into the kitchen. Running up to the bathroom, she threw the door open and nearly screamed. She quickly bit her lip to stifle it. "Oh shit no…" she muttered. The black haired man looked up from the sink he was cleaning.
"Hey there!" Roy Mustang greeted cheerily. "Just doing some cleaning in here. Can you wait?"
Back in the family room, Angel was running away from Greed, who was chasing her, the perverted grin still on his face. "Get away from me!" she shrieked and threw a lamp at Greed. He caught it with ease. "Don't run, I won't bite!" he sang and continued after her. Angel shrieked again and as a last resort, ran behind Kimblee. "Please blow him up!" she cried.
All activities stopped as Taylor's scream rang through the house. She came racing into the living room and ran into Angel, who was behind Kimblee and sent them sprawling. Angel landed near Monty, who licked her face once for reassurance and Taylor landed on Kimblee's chest and rolled off under the table, knocking the wind out of the poor guy. "Angel!" Taylor shouted from under the table. "Roy Mustang is in the bathroom!!"
"Really?! Oh my god!" Angel began to head towards the bathroom then stopped. "Hey Taylor why's he in the bathroom?" Taylor stayed under the table. "He's cleaning the sink!"
Angel freaked out. "What?! My beautiful Roy is a housewife!?" Angel ran to the bathroom with Taylor right behind her. She stood there gawking at Roy Mustang who has moved on to cleaning the bathtub. "See I told you!" Taylor said from behind her.
Clunk
A sound was heard from upstairs. Angel turned her attention to it. "Oh no…" She and Taylor ran upstairs. They got to the top of the stairs and there in the closet sat a depressed Al Elric. "Oh no, not another one!" Taylor moaned, dropping her head into her hands. This was just getting so ridiculous! There were now four people from Full Metal Alchemist in Angel's house, and chances were that more were coming. But there was something wrong with them. They didn't seem to be themselves at all. Taylor shook her head. Well, there really wasn't anything she could do about it.
She crouched on the floor near Al and gently grabbed his arm. "Come on, we're going downstairs, ok?" She helped him to his feet and they went down the stairs with Angel right behind them. They stopped to get Roy out of the bathroom (where he was cleaning the toilet) and finally all sat down in the family room. Roy sat with Angel, happily yammering on and on about cleaning and some new recipes. Al curled up in the corner by the TV and the table, and Taylor somehow got sandwiched between Greed and Kimblee. She struggled to get out, but it was too tight of a squeeze.
"Get off of me! Let me go!" Taylor yelled, trying to push Greed off he couch. He grinned and braced himself so she couldn't move him. "But I like this couch!" he exclaimed happily. "Besides, it's perfect for making sandwiches…"
"What? But you don't make sandwiches on -" She was cut off as Greed suddenly squished her into Kimblee. Both he and Taylor yelped. Greed just laughed. "See? A sandwich!" He squished into Taylor more and finally Kimblee fell off the couch, giving Taylor the opportunity she needed to escape. She jumped to her feet, fuming. "What the hell are we going to do Angel?!" She yelled.
Angel was as confused as Taylor was. Roy was getting disgustingly annoying. He went on and on about new recipes and how fun the cleaning was. Angel suddenly jumped up and yelled, "Roy would you just shut up please?!" Taylor was so shocked that Angel had yelled at her 'beloved' Roy. Roy just sat there flabbergasted. "Oh my goodness! How could she?" he gasped like a school girl.
"Ok…" Taylor said uneasily. "Anyway, we really need to figure out what we're going to do!" She began pacing. "First, where are they coming from? Second, why are they here? Third…" she looked at Kimblee, who was grinning like a small child, and then at Roy, who was absently cleaning the table. "…why are they like this?"
Angel was trying to think of an answer when they both heard footsteps climbing the basement stairs. Taylor's eye twitched. "Not another one," she muttered darkly. Where would it end?
Havoc poked his head around the corner, smoke billowing from his cancer stick. "'Ello!" he exclaimed. "I was beginning to wonda where all you chaps were hiding!" He was talking in a British accent.
Taylor and Angel stood there with their mouths wide open. Taylor spoke before Angel could. "Now that I see Havoc, I'm positive there is something wrong!" Angel nodded. Havoc walked into the room and sat down between Greed and Kimblee (who had sat back down after he was pushed off). Angel stood beside Taylor and said, "I think they should stay here, because if the whole city sees anime characters walking around… I'm sure it would be chaos."
"I think they should change their clothes," Taylor pointed out, motioning to their suits and badges. Angel nodded and went off to her brother's room.
When Angel left, Taylor stood in the middle of the living room, feeling very uncomfortable. All five of the men were staring at her. She coughed. "Um, so, what's up?" she asked, trying to make conversation. "Uh, what do you think of Angel's house? Pretty nice, eh?"
Havoc nodded enthusiastically. "Ah, yeah, it's a beauty," he sighed happily. "I really wish I could own somethin' like it." His English accent was spot on. Taylor could almost believe he came from England. She loved people with English accents. They were so awesome.
Angel came running back and laughed from the sill above the family room. "I forgot to count," she smiled. Taylor helped her out. "There are 5 -" Suddenly the back door swung open, admitting a gangster. "Hey dawgs what's up yo?" Taylor looked at Al's older yet slightly shorter brother Edward. "Make that six Angel." Angel almost cried. "Ed... a gangster!"
"So who's the dawg of dis joint… sweet crib." Ed walked in and sat beside his brother. "I… am…" Angel said. "I'll go get the clothing, give me a second." She left Taylor to deal with the group. Roy was still talking about recipes and cleaning the speakers.
'How the hell did Ed become gangster?' Taylor thought unhappily. 'Oh man, this keeps getting worse!' Roy turned to Ed and Al, and surprisingly they were having a pleasant conversation without calling each other "Shrimp" or trying to kill each other. Al was still looking depressed, and Havoc and Kimblee were laughing at some inside joke. Greed was staring at her. Taylor shivered and slipped out of the room. Greed was even worse as a pervert!
Angel was upstairs when she heard a creak behind her, making her jump. She turned around and saw Taylor standing there. Angel sighed and thought, 'Thank God!' She smiled and handed Taylor five shirts and pairs of jeans. "I'll have to give Ed my sweats or something." Taylor laughed.
They walked to the next room, which was Angel's room. She went through her drawers and found some boyish sweat pants and an old long sleeved shirt that her brother used to wear. She also found a glove and socks for him to slip over his auto-mail. Taylor and Angel went downstairs to find another person waiting there.
Chaos: Well, that is the first part. But don't worry, there's more. We're on page 80 and still writing.
FireAlii: And thanks Chaos for editing it.
