Hi! Here's the next chapter. First I would like to thank the two people who reviewed. You guys really are awesome. Second I'd like to thank my beta reader lexie loves anime.

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Al's POV

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By the time I got to my room it was raining out. The first thing I did was to find some food for the kitten. I had hidden a few bags of kitten food in the room in case my brother ever let me keep one.

"No, don't think of Ed!" I thought, "Just concentrate on the kitten." As I poured the food, the kitten's ears perked up. He dragged himself on his feet and stumbled over to the bowl of food.

"There," I said watching him eat. "Have as much as you want." The kitten finished the food and looked at me. I poured more food. The kitten stuck his head in the bowl and started practically inhaling the food.

"Slow down!" I exclaimed as the kitten finished his food. It sat back and looked up at me again.

"Oh no," I said. "I can't give you any more. It'll make you sick."

"Meow!" The kitten pleaded pitifully.

"Fine, a little bit more." I said giving him some more. "But that's it! I'll get you some fresh water." I walked out of the room and went to the bathroom to fill up the container of water. When I came back I found the kitten waiting for me expectantly. I gave him the water and he drank it up quickly.

"What should I name you?" I asked as I gently pet him. "Hmm, since I found you in the rain I'll call you Stormy." As I pet him I noticed how muddy he was.

"Oh hold on, I'll wash you off. I picked him up and snuck him to the bathroom. I filled the sink full of warm water and put the kitten in. Stormy started to purr.

"Well that's unexpected," I chuckled. "I didn't think cats liked water." The kitten ignored me and shifted around in the water to be more comfortable. I gave a little laugh and finished washing him. After I was done I quickly pulled him out and dried him off before he could get cold.

"There we go!" I said, bringing him back to the room and putting him on the bed. Now that the mud was gone, Stormy's fur was a gold color.

"You were really muddy!" I said. The kitten stared up at me with big gold eyes. Suddenly I was reminded of Ed. The memories that I was trying to suppress started coming back to me. I gave a weak sob and sunk down on the bed.

"Meow?" Stormy asked putting his paws on my leg and looking up at me.

"Oh Stormy," I cried picking up the kitten and hugging it. "Why did he have to die? Why didn't I notice? Why? Why?! It's all my fault." I sat there sobbing hugging Stormy to my chest. If I could cry, Stormy would be soaking wet with my tears.

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Ed's POV

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Al was crying. There had to be something I could do to make him feel better. I wish I could tell him that I was Ed but he didn't seem to understand me.

"Why did he die?" my brother asked again still shaking with sadness. He squeezed me tighter.

"Al, you have to let me go!" I meowed desperately. I wanted to help him but right now I couldn't breathe. Al looked down at me and let me go.

"I'm sorry!" he sobbed, "I almost killed you." I walked over to him and rubbed my head against his armor.

"It's ok, Al," I purred. Al put down his hand and petted me softly.

"What am I going to do with you?" Al asked quietly as he pet me, "I can't keep you. Truthfully I don't know what I'm going to do with my life. I don't know how much longer I can live without my brother." My eyes widened in shock.

"Don't you dare talk like that!" I hissed. Al pulled his hand away from me.

"I'm sorry, was I petting you to hard?" he asked sadly. I sighed and walked into his lap. I tucked my tail in and curled into a ball.

"You are very forgiving," Al said. "Most cats don't go near someone who squeezed them half to death." I gave a loud purr and snuggled down for a nap. Al started petting me softly.

"What am I going to do?" he asked me. I gave a little grunt but was too tired to answer. Not that he'd understand me anyways. I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.

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"Al, it's time to go," I heard Winry's voice say. "Come on! Just move the kitten."

"I can't! He's sleeping so peacefully!" Al's voice said softly.

"Stop making excuses," Winry sighed. "I know you don't want to go to Ed's funeral. I don't want to go either."

"My what!?" I meowed picking my head up.

"See, he's awake!" Winry said, "Now you can move him."

"But I don't want to leave him alone!" Al said hugging me. I gave a squeak and struggled to get free.

"Al, you're going to kill him!" she cried. Al gasped and let me go. I dropped to the floor and shook myself out.

"Hey, don't drop me!" I meowed insulted. "Now my feet hurt!" The two of them looked down at me. I felt small and pathetic. To cover up how I felt I quickly started calmly licking my paw.

"Hey Winry, can I bring Stormy?" Al ask timidly.

"Stormy? Oh you mean the kitten," she stated. "If it helps you then bring him. Besides, I bet Ed would be happy to see that you found such a sweet kitten." She choked a little at the end. I looked up at them.

"Don't cry!" I purred. "Winry, you promised you wouldn't cry!" I rubbed against her legs trying to make her feel better. She bent over and pet me.

"You know, he kind of looks like Ed," she muttered. "I bet Ed would be insulted that Stormy had the same eyes as him."

"Yeah," Al said dully.

"We should feed him breakfast before we leave," Winry said, trying to change the subject. "I can go downstairs and get a bowl of warm milk.

"Warm milk," I meowed angrily. "There's no way I'm going to drink that!"

"It sounds like he wants some," Al pet me.

"No! I don't want milk! Especially warm milk. That's just gross!" I meowed desperately.

"Calm down, I'll get it now!" Winry said, walking out of the room. "You don't need to get excited."

"Who said I was excited?" I demanded.

"You are so cute!" Al said while petting me again.

"Don't worry, Al. I'll get your body back and then I'm going to kill Truth," I informed him.

"You're a very vocal cat," Al noted. "You meow a lot." I sighed in frustration and gave up trying to convey a message.

"Here we go!" Winry said, coming back with a bowl of warm milk. She put it down and pushed it towards me.

"So we meet again," I hissed. "My archenemy, how long have you tortured me? Well, now you have lost! I won't drink you." I arched my back and gave a loud growl.

"Calm down!" Winry exclaimed. "What's wrong with you?" I hissed once more at the milk then I turned and arrogantly padded away under the bed, my tail in the air.

"Okay, I guess he doesn't like it," Al sweatdropped.

"Ed would get along well with this cat," Winry said quietly.

"Yeah," Al said, giving a sad chuckle. "He would probably just let me keep him because he hates milk." Al put a bowl of cat food on the ground.

"Eat up, little guy. We have to leave soon." My eye twitched

"Little guy?" I hissed. "WHO ARE YOU CALLING SO SMALL THAT YOU COULD PICK UP WITH ONE HAND AND PUT IN A SINK INSTEAD OF A TUB BECAUSE YOU THINK I'M A TINY BALL OF FLUFF?!" I launched myself forward at Al's foot when suddenly something hit me. I was that small. I stopped and slowly sunk to the floor giving out a pitiful meow as I did.

"Winry, I think he's sick!" Al said shocked. "I should stay with him until he feels better."

"Nice try, Al," Winry sighed. "If you want to take care of him you can hide him in your armor. Put his food in there too. We need to leave now before we're late." Al sighed and then scooped me up.

"Alright," he said quietly, "Let's go."

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