Sup! Dang, I got both chapters for this done in the same day O.O I have never been so productive during Winter Break... I usually just watch a ton of TV, but lately fanfics have been my ENTIRE LIFE. I don't even get on Facebook and Youtube very much anymore.
Anyways, I think I'm happier with this second chapter than the one for "Ed the Cat." But I still have pretty much no idea where it's gonna go. I don't have some of the vital information figured out in my head, like who the heck did this to Al. This is where reviews literally help the story get along. Tell me if you think it should be someone from a previous feud, or an OC causing despair to Ed. Probs an OC, right? Yeah. Forget I asked. :X
On with the story!
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"AL WOULD YOU FREAKING STOP THAT?! IT'S SO CREEPY!"
The cat actually did stop for a moment to glare at his brother in a 'Language...' or 'Don't talk so loud...' way, which only made the human more irritated. The cat ended up just resuming to its original position, laying down on his older brother's lap, kneading his paws into his legs, purring loudly, and waiting to be petted.
"I'm serious, you know." Ed said in a lower voice. "Just knowing you are actually a human being, yet you are just acting like you've always been a cat... yeah, it's creepy."
He was making a face trying to hold in just flipping the cat off his lap to escape the awkward situation. It pained him having to let such a horrible species live with him, but he had no choice. He had originally planned to call the Colonel right away, but knew he had to go to give a report anyways.
"Al, you know I have to get ready to go. So GET OFF ME."
The feline jumped to the ground, seeming sad he couldn't have stayed for longer. Edward walked- no, RAN- and put on clean clothes as slowly as humanly possible. He also braided his hair, brushed his teeth, and other things in slow-motion, wanting to stall for the moment when he will have to explain the situation... Oh the dread...
They finally left the inn and went into the restaurant next door for food. Al was extremely happy of the thought of food, and would've prefered something he usually ate before he lost his body, but not knowing what was safe for kitties to eat, just urged his brother to get some chicken on the side. He laid down on the chair next to Ed's at the table and ended up sleeping through the whole meal. After eating as much as a wrestler, the older sibling asked to get the chicken in a bag to take home, and he picked up Al with one hand, and left for Headquarters.
The two brothers walked next to each other on the street, and at the stairs one walked up with ease and the other jumped each step, and at the top it was obvious the now-cat found one disadvantage already, as it was panting violently from the exercise. Having sympathy for him, the human walked at a slower pace so the pet could trot behind him without getting lost in the crowd. At the front of Colonel Mustang's office, Ed picked up his brother into his arms awkwardly, although he was already getting more used to the act. They were called in a few minutes later, and straight-away everyone working glanced up surprised at their visitor.
"Fullmetal, where is your brother? Isn't he usually the one bringing cats in here?"
Roy was so confused that he didn't even bother to insult the teen's height first.
"Well, you're looking at him." Ed said with a sigh. Everyone's full attention was now on him.
"What do you mean by that?"
"Someone must have moved Al's soul into a cat last night, is what I mean by that."
"You can't be serious, Chief. Who would think of doing that?" Havoc asked, holding his unlit cigarette in his mouth somehow, even though he was talking normally.
"There's a lot of sickos out there. And there are far too many people with a grudge against me."
"No, considering how much trouble you get into all the time, I can understand you have so many. But this sounds like a joke, and a strange one at that, Fullmetal."
"You know I don't kid about my brother, Colonel."
Roy still seemed to be unconvinced, obviously. With a deep breath in, then out, he spoke again.
"Yo, Al." The little brother's head poked up and looked at Edward. "Go show Mustang your blood seal."
He let the cat drop down from his grasp and it trotted over to the large desk, with which it leaped up, just barely reaching the desk, and it sat down right in front of the Colonel, lifting up one paw as if saluting him.
"It's in his left ear, by the way."
Mustang held the cat with uncertainty and finally spotted the mark, and it made his eyes get wider, dropping his emotionless mask for a few mere seconds.
"...It's really there..."
"No way!"
"If he says it's there, it's there, Breda." Hawkeye said, who had also let surprise shine through for a moment before regaining her composure.
"...It's possible that it's a fake, right? And you can teach cats tricks?" Fuery said nervously, with which both brothers gave him a look.
"Does your brother know what happened?"
"Well, yeah, but it's kinda hard to talk and write when you're a cat. You do remember something, right, Al?" The cat nodded back.
"Maybe he can use a typewriter, sir."
Hawkeye picked up Alphonse and dropped him right next to the nearest typewriter, yanking out the paper currently inside and putting in a new blank sheet. The feline sat in front of it, and figured out a way to type without losing balance. Watching a cat type looked like a novelty, but everyone had to keep a straight face, considering this was actually a serious matter. After all, who knew how dangerous this mystery alchemist was, being able to transfer blood seals successfully. Something like that is unheard of!
Al stopped typing after a few minutes and walked away, signaling that he was done. Everyone read the report, but sadly it didn't have much information, as it was hard for the poor Elric to see what the man did in the darkness, and the speed definitely didn't help either. Defeated sighs filled the room, and Colonel was the first to break it.
"Well, until we manage to find this person and get you back into either of your other bodies, you're stuck as a cat. You're gonna have to hang in there, Elrics, but it'll happen."
Al nodded and 'saluted' Mustang, while Ed just flimsily waved his hand in his general direction while they both turned around and started walking out. A devious smirk crept upon the Colonel's face, and right when the older brother was halfway through the door, he spoke.
"For once, you are taller than your brother, Fullmetal."
Ed had already started his rant when Al leaped to the other side of the door before Havoc hurried to close it. All the people still inside could hear the alchemist's muffled colorful language, which quickly turned into something like "OW AL DON'T CUT ME!" before it finally disappeared, which they then assumed he had left.
A few minutes later, the older brother had suddenly stopped in the middle of their walk back.
"DANG IT we forgot about the report!"
Ugh, don't you hate it when you go somewhere with a mission and you end up leaving without having accomplished that? Especially like going to the store... And I know guyz, typewriters shouldn't exist yet. Well suck it up, cuz I didn't want to make everything that much harder for our new feline. Besides, literally anything is possible in Amestris. (How did Arakawa even come up with that stuff?)
I give my thanks to my cheerleaders, and may you all prosper. And thank you to all the other random people who actually thought my obsession with Ed, Al, and cats is interesting... XD (I think this all started with I Am Darkrai...) All I want for Christmas is some helpful reviews... and hopefully some ideas/prompts for future stories! Happy Holidays! K bai!
