Wheeeeee chapter two.

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You fool. Not only did you lose your sister, but now you've also given these freaks the opportunity to take you prisoner.

I did that on purpose. I want to see what they're up to.

Why?

Because I feel like it. I don't have to explain myself to you, you know.

If that's how you feel, then I'll just stop healing your wounds so nicely. Next time I'll be sure it takes much longer for you to recover.

Kyler groaned as he woke up in a dark room. His hands had been placed in chains and he was leaning against a wall. He looked down at his chest. Someone had removed his shirt and bandaged the wound. Kyler grinned to himself. Evidently they wanted him alive, which made things a lot easier for him.

Oh, so you're going to try and escape, eh, Lord Artynyr?

That's right, Jojo. I'm getting out of here as soon as I get some information.

You know I hate that name.

Yeah, that's why I call you that, jackass.

Kyler winced as Jojo made yet another attempt to take over his body. Just then, the door opened, and Envy walked up to Kyler.

"So you're awake."

"That's right."

Envy leaned close and looked into Kyler's eyes. "Father's very interested in your existence. He wants to know how you can be shot straight through the heart, bleed, and yet continue to live with your vital organs completely intact."

Kyler watched Envy for several minutes before allowing an innocent smile to appear on his face. "It's a secret."

Envy punched Kyler in the face and grabbed him by the shirt. "I don't care if it's a secret. This is an important matter, got it?"

Why don't you let me tell him?

How do I know you won't prevent me from taking back my body afterwards?

Okay, here's the deal. I'll heal your wounds completely, and then you'll give me control for two days. A total of forty-eight hours, and that includes time for sleeping. Once the time is over, I'll let you take over again and you can go find your precious little sister.

Fine. Kyler pushed Envy's hand away. "I really don't see how it affects you, but if you really want to know, I'll tell you. Or better yet, I'll let him tell you."

"Who?"

Kyler smiled. His eyes were the first part of him that lost control, so they took on the look of that thing that lived inside him. "He'll explain it to you."

There we go. Give me control now.

Kyler closed his eyes and gave up the control of his body to the Mikatti, the dark spirit that had invaded his body in the hopes of gaining his power. Just don't kill anyone, okay?

Sure. When Kyler opened his eyes again, it wasn't him opening his eyes. It was Jojo.

"Finally. I've been waiting for this body for about a year now."

"Kyler?" Envy asked in confusion.

"No. This may be Lord Artynyr's body, but I have control of it now."

"Then what do you want me to call you?"

Jojo laughed. "I never had a name until this kid came along, and he only named me out of spite. Just use his name if you want. It doesn't matter to me."

Envy smirked. "You're acting pretty confident."

"Oh, not at all. I've just been impatient for a chance to use this body again. So, I suppose you'd like to know who we are."

Envy stood up. "That's right."

"Kyler himself is only partially immortal; the immortality that he inherited from his parents. In fact, there's an entire race of his kind. They're known as elves to most people, because of their ears and life spans. The only way they can die is through injury, whether it's physical or emotional."

"So then how did this kid survive?"

"Thanks to his lineage, he's already incredibly strong. He's been wounded on countless occasions. You noticed that he barely reacted when you shot him, correct?"

"That's right."

"However, he would not have survived if I hadn't intervened. You see, I don't much care for the idea of this boy dying, especially since I haven't been able to use his power to its fullest extent yet. Besides, if he dies, then I die, unless I can find a new body to take over. So, when someone gives him a fatal wound, I heal it with my own power."

"Where does this power come from?"

"It comes naturally to me."

"I see." Envy stood up. "Does it have anything to do with the Philosopher's Stone?"

"No. Alchemy doesn't exist in our world except for in stories and legends."

Envy began walking to the door. "Then keeping you alive would be pointless. I guess I'll just have to kill you now."

"That would be foolish. Even if you did manage to kill this body, you wouldn't be helping yourself at all. With my death comes far spread destruction. My brother was killed thousands of years ago, and they're only now completely recovered."

"Yeah?" Envy asked as he turned around. "And what makes you think that I'll believe you?"

Jojo grinned evilly. With a few swift movements, he had disappeared from sight. Envy blinked and looked around. Jojo dropped down behind him and smiled again. "You can believe me or not believe me. It doesn't matter to me. Just don't bother me anymore."

Jojo turned around and began walking to the door. Envy watched him for a moment, his mind working furiously. "Wait a minute," he said, running up to Jojo. "Would you mind helping me out with something?"

"And what would that be?"

"I'm going to a city in the east soon. We're manipulating the people there to serve our needs. Maybe you would be willing to assist me in that goal?"

Jojo shrugged. "Depends. I only have two days to control this body, however. Maybe you can convince this kid to help you."

Envy smirked. "I'm sure I could get him to listen to me somehow."

Yeah, as if.

Oh, I think he could easily do that.

Shut up, Jojo.

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When Ed woke up the next morning, he thought he was on a ship. His bed was moving so much that he momentarily panicked, but then he realized he was simply a victim of a hyperactive five-year-old. Sylvie continued to jump on Ed's bed while talking. "Wake up, Ed. I'm hungry and Al's gone."

Ed rubbed his eyes and looked at Sylvie. "Will you stop jumping?"

Sylvie jumped one last time. As she came back down, she easily moved into a sitting position. "Can we go now?"

"Yeah, just let me get dressed." Ed stood up and grabbed some clothes. Sylvie got off of his bed and followed him to the bathroom. Ed whirled around to face her. "You're not going to come in here with me, are you?"

"No."

"Then why did you follow me?"

"I wanted to tell you something."

"What?"

"Your pants got ripped."

"Oh. Thanks." Ed closed the bathroom door and looked at his pants. Indeed, they had been torn, from his thigh down to his knee. Ed sighed and began pulling on his clothes. I guess I'll have to go shopping today. I'll have to get Sylvie some new clothes, too, if she's going to be here for a while.

Once Ed left the bathroom, Sylvie handed him a note. "That's from Al. It says he went for a dog with the walk. I mean a dog with the dog. Gah!" Sylvie lightly pounded her head with a fist. "I mean a walk with the dog."

Ed smiled and took the note. Indeed, it did say that Al had taken Juno out. Ed turned it over and looked at the back. Al had written something else on there.

Colonel Mustang wants to see you and Sylvie before noon today.

Ed looked at the clock. It was nine. Oh, good. We have plenty of time.

Once they had eaten, Ed walked down the street with Sylvie to meet Roy. Sylvie was completely alert, looking at everything around her with great interest.

"How come all the cars look old here?" she asked.

"Old? What do you mean?"

"My brother said that cars like this were only around when my mommy was his age."

"How old is your mom?"

"Um… I don't know."

"You don't?"

"No, she went away right after I was born. Kyler said a really mean person hurt her really badly and she didn't get better."

She was hurt by someone? Does that mean she was murdered?

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay. I'm not too sad about it because I didn't know her. It hurts my brother, though. He cries sometimes, mostly when he thinks about our brother who also went away. Kyler says Timmy got hurt worse."

"Timmy?"

"Yeah. The brother between us. I don't remember him much, but he was always really funny. He was a couple years older than me when he got taken away."

Ed decided it was time for a subject change. "How old is Kyler?"

"He's exactly thirteen years older than me."

"So he's eighteen?"

"Yep."

"Exactly thirteen years?"

"Yep. We were both born on January third."

"I bet your birthdays are fun then, if you get to share them with your brother."

"Um, well, I've only had a party with him once. I didn't meet him till last year." Sylvie paused. "But it was fun!"

Ed decided to change the subject again. "So do you have any other pets?"

"Yep, we gots a wolf!"

"A wolf? Really?"

"Yep! Well, actually, she's only half a wolf. The other half's husky."

"Do you like her?"

"Uh-huh! She's real nice, and she talks too."

"A talking dog?"

"Well, sorta, I can understand what she's saying. Not like she's talking like a human, but um…"

"You know what she wants you to hear from her?"

"Um, yeah! That's it."

Ed smiled and looked ahead. They were at headquarters now. "Okay, we're here. Remember, this place is full of people who are working hard, so keep your voice down, okay?"

"Okay. I have to be quiet when my other brother's working, anyway."

"Other brother?"

"Uh-huh. Kyler's older brother. I live with him now that I can't go back to my daddy's house."

"Why can't you go back there?"

"I don't know, but daddy's always been busy, so I like it better with my brothers. Kyler isn't around all the time, though. He lives with another family. But it's still fun. I have two other brothers and a sister who don't come from my parents. They're adopted."

"Sounds like it's pretty complicated at your house."

"Uh-huh, but I like it. What about your parents?"

Ed was silent as he knocked on Roy's door. "I don't have parents. It's just me and Al."

"Oh."

The door opened, and Riza let the two inside. Sylvie looked around with the curiosity one would expect from a child her age. Roy was sitting at his desk. He smiled at Sylvie, who looked a little confused. "You're Sylvie, right? It's nice to meet you. I'm Roy Mustang."

"Hi."

Roy gestured for them to sit down. A map of the country sat on his desk. "So you don't know how you got here?"

Sylvie shook her head.

"Where are you from?"

"Crested Butte."

"Can you point it out on this map for me?"

Sylvie stood on her chair and placed her hands on the table. She carefully studied the map for several minutes before shaking her head. "I don't see it."

Roy pulled out a map of one of the surrounding countries. "How about on here?"

Sylvie looked at the map for a while before giving the same answer. "Nope, not here either."

Roy pulled out another map. The process continued. Finally, after Roy had showed Sylvie every map he had, Sylvie fell back onto the chair and glared at Roy. "It's nowhere."

Roy was just as aggravated. "Then what country are you from?"

"America."

"America?"

"Yeah."

"Do you know where it is in relation to here?"

"No."

"Are you telling me the truth?"

"Yes!"

Ed and Roy exchanged glances. Something was very off with this situation. Roy turned back to Sylvie. "If I give you a pencil and some paper, can you draw what your country looks like?"

"Um, I think so."

Even Riza watched intently as Sylvie began drawing a shape on the paper. When she was done, she inspected it carefully. "Oh, I forgot Florida." She leaned back over it and added a stick to one end of the drawing. "There. No wait," she said, leaning back over it. She drew some more on the paper, extending the shape on the top and the bottom. "Okay."

Roy studied the map carefully. "This is your country?"

"Well, not all of it. I don't really know where Alaska and Hawaii are, so I couldn't fit them in. And this part and down here are other countries that are next to it. This one," she said, pointing to the top of the page, "is Canada, and down here is Mexico."

"What about on the other sides?"

"It's all water."

"So where do you live on here?"

"In Colorado."

"I thought you said the name of your country was America."

"It is. Colorado's a state. America's got fifty states. It's real big."

"How big is it?"

"Um…" Sylvie thought about it for a while. "It's… um… my brother told me once… something like three million square miles. Or nine million square kilometers."

Ed was amazed. "That big?"

"Uh-huh."

Roy studied the little girl intently. "Are there many problems there?"

"Um… a couple, I think… I keep hearing about a big war and stuff with this country that I think is on the other side of the world…"

"A war?"

"Mm. But I think they started it. These bad people from that country came over and um… hijacked… these planes, and then they flew them into these buildings with lots of people inside, and it all blew up."

"Planes?"

"Yeah, like airplanes?"

"What's an airplane?" Ed asked.

Sylvie stared at him in shock. "You don't know what a airplane is?"

"No. Can you tell me?"

Sylvie nodded. "It's a big metal thing that flies around in the sky and takes people to different places."

The room was quiet for a moment. Finally, Riza broke the silence. "Why did they attack?"

"Um, I think my brother said it was because they didn't like us. He used a funny word to describe them, but I don't remember what it is."

Ed thought about it for a moment. "Terrorists?"

"Yeah, that's it."

Roy stood up. "Well, I'm sorry, but I don't think we can find a way to get you back to your country right now, Sylvie."

"That's okay. My brother will know how."

Roy silently shook his head. Ed understood why, but he didn't agree with Roy at the moment. Sylvie's appearance, along with everything she had said, gave Ed a strange feeling. As they left Roy's office, he looked closely at her head. Amidst the subtle light brown curls shone several strands of silver hair. His silver treasure… I wonder what Kyler's like…

Sylvie looked up at Ed with her eyes, eyes that matched Kyler's in color. They were the eyes of innocence and curiosity, eyes that Ed had lost long ago. Now his golden eyes were filled with regret. Regret, and determination.

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Jojo walked just behind Envy to a train station. Envy had disguised himself as a soldier, and was taking Jojo with him on a mission. As they sat in the train, Jojo asked a seemingly random question.

"What time is it?"

Envy looked curiously at Jojo. "It's two thirty. Why?"

"This kid wants to know."

"Why are you indulging him like that? If it were me, I'd just ignore him and screw with his family and friends."

Jojo laughed. "No, I met him too late for that. There isn't much I can do to make his life worse, other than to hurt his sister." Jojo folded his hands and rested his head on them. "At any rate, I can't screw with him too much. I don't want him to lose his will to live, since then trying to use his power would be pointless."

Envy laughed. "So you're kind to him to destroy him in the long run."

"Exactly."

I seriously want to kill you right now.

But then you'd take out all these innocent people.

Fuck you.

Jojo laughed. "Well, he's definitely an interesting one."

"Where'd that scar come from?" Envy asked.

"Which one?"

"The big one, on his chest."

"Oh, the cross? It's from some psychotic serial killer. That bastard was a little too interested in anatomy. It took a lot of effort into keeping this kid alive."

"What, you let him get into that situation?"

"I don't give a damn about what this kid does. I just happened to be giving him a break, and he freaked out when he saw that killer's other… works. He let his guard down for the first time since I've been sharing his body."

Yeah, well, I had a good reason to be caught off guard that time.

I know, I know, it was simply terrible to see someone in that condition. And still alive, too.

Do you really need to bring that up? Kyler was silent for a while. Hey, would you mind turning on some music?

What, with your iPod?

Yeah.

You're a moron.

Why? Oh… right, it doesn't exist around here… Hey, what time is it?

Again?

I know we made our deal around 2:40 two days ago. I don't want you in control longer than we agreed.

Jojo smirked. "Fine."

"What?"

"Is it two forty yet?"

"Yeah, why?"

Jojo shrugged. "This kid says time's up. Of course, I don't think I'll give up control just yet."

FOR FUCK'S SAKE JUST GIVE ME MY BODY BACK YOU JACKASS!

Ow, you're loud.

Give me back my body you bastard.

No.

Fine. Then I'll take it back.

In front of all these people?

If I have to, I will.

Jojo brought his hands down from behind his head. Good luck, Lord Artynyr. Facing Envy, he said, "This'll be interesting. The kid thinks he can take over again."

Envy raised an eyebrow. "Can he do that?"

"Sometimes. We're about even when it comes to these fights. He's stronger when he defends than when he tries to be aggressive."

"I see."

They arrived at the train station in East City. Jojo looked out the window as he struggled inside to prevent Kyler from taking over. After a while, Kyler managed to halfway succeed, and he used his control to disappear from the train. Envy didn't seem to care much, since he hadn't told Jojo any of his plans, and he had been warned about the possibility of Kyler running away.

Kyler made it into an alley before collapsing on the ground. He had taken over again, but the effort had left his body exhausted. He heard voices and felt a hand on his shoulder, but he didn't have the strength to open his eyes. He felt someone pick him up, but he didn't care who it was. He wouldn't be able to talk to them for a few days anyway.