Phew! I managed to type up another chapter. I like to update every day, but I'm not sure if I can keep up this pace, heh. I'm not even ahead of you readers anymore, hehe. I just finished writing this chapter today. (It took me a few days, believe it or not. It usually only takes me a couple hours to write one chapter.) Anyway, hope that you enjoy the story. Suggestions are most welcome.

By the way, I keep switching back and forth between Katie's and Ed's POV. If this is confusing, let me know. I just couldn't see how to tell the story from just Katie's POV anymore, since she and Ed aren't always together anymore. Heh.

Disclaimer: I do not own FullMetal Alchemist. I'm too tired to come up with a witty line, so just live with it.

Hello, this is Edward speaking. Let's take the story from my point of view for awhile.

I forced my eyes open and wearily got up. It had been a long night. My mind had been racing, I had stayed up late, and I had constantly been worrying about whether I'd accidentally break something during my sleep. I surveyed the room. Nothing appeared to be broken, that was good.

I yawned and stretched, then stood up and proceeded to fix my hair. Were any of the things Katie was saying true? Did Edward Elric actually exist? As much as I wanted to believe, I just couldn't bring myself to do so without any evidence.

I took a good look at my hands after I had set the brush down. They were both fully flesh and perfectly formed, and I didn't have the scar of the fox bite on my right shoulder either. How could Katie say that I was the real Edward Elric if my body was…well, perfect?

I sighed, and without thinking, I flicked my wrist towards me. My backpack flew up off the ground at me, but thankfully I caught it before it hit me or anything else. There went two points to Katie: One for her explanation of my newfound ability, and one for my quick reflexes, which was something in common that I indeed shared with Edward Elric.

I threw my backpack over one shoulder, and headed downstairs to find breakfast. Katie was already sitting at the table, eating a bowl of cereal. I plopped my backpack down beside the table and turned to my mom. "Did you make anything for me?"

"Why don't you just have a bowl of cereal like Katie?" said Mom. I could hear the concealed laughter in her voice, but that didn't really make that a funny joke.

"Yuck! It's got milk in it! I'd rather make my own food."

My mom threw her head back, laughing. I personally couldn't see what was so funny about my personal taste preferences, but to each his own, I guess.

"Of course I had something else for you." My mom smiled as she handed me a plate of pancakes. "Have a nice day, son." She leaned over and kissed me on the forehead. A smile played at my lips. It was like I was trying to remember something, but couldn't.

I shrugged off the feeling, since there was no use worrying about it. "Thanks, Mom, I'll try."

I sat down across the table from Katie, and started eating. She looked up at me. "So, how are you managing that new power of yours?" she asked.

I chuckled. "Well, it's a little out of control, but I suppose that I'm managing it fine, given the circumstances." She nodded her head without saying a word. I felt a little awkward right then, like there was something I was supposed to understand, but was missing somehow.

"Look, Katie," I said, "I really do want to believe that I'm Edward Elric, but I can't without any proof whatsoever."

She nodded, then asked, "Do you want to walk to school together or by yourself today?"

"I need a little time to think," I muttered, "So I guess I'll go by myself."

She nodded her understanding, then got up, put her dish away, and threw her backpack over her shoulder. "Then, have a nice day today, Brother. I'll walk you home, okay?" I nodded. "And I'll also find some proof that Edward Elric really DID exist."

I wasn't sure whether to be angry or happy about that, so I just said, "Sure, you do that."

"Have a nice day then. See you after school." She waited for me to reply.

"Have a nice day." I managed a weak smile, even though I really didn't feel like smiling right then. She apparently decided that that was satisfactory, so she turned and went out the door.

I sat back and thought for a few minutes. Come to think of it, I didn't remember anything clearly before last Christmas. That couldn't be normal. Either I was losing my mind, or Katie had a good point in her case. I hoped it was the latter.

I finished my meal, and then got myself ready to leave. This will probably be quite an interesting day, I thought.

I arrived at school with a few minutes to spare before my first class was to start. As I was putting my things in my locker, one of the guys that frequently strikes up a conversation with my between classes ran up.

"Hey, Edward," he said, "Could you show that disappearing quarter trick to my girlfriend?"

I chuckled. I was starting to gain a reputation regarding my magic tricks at this school. "Sure," I said, slamming my locker shut, "Where is she?"

"Right here," he motioned to a girl standing a few feet away with dark brown hair and equally dark brown eyes. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a quarter.

"Do you have a pencil or a pen?" I asked. The guy who had asked the trick of me pulled a pen out of his shirt pocket and handed it to me.

I held the quarter out for both of them to see in my left hand. Then, I closed my hand around the quarter and explained that I was going to make this quarter disappear, as well as whatever other drabble I came up with. The important thing in magic tricks is to keep talking.

I touched the pen to my closed hand, and then brought it up by my ear. "One…" I counted. I touched it to my hand again, and once again brought it up to my ear. "Two…" I quickly slipped the pen behind my ear, and then brought my hand down again as if to count three.

I acted surprised. "What the heck? Where's my pen?" The girl wore a shocked expression on her face. I started chuckling as I turned my head and let them see what had actually happened, and laughed it off as a joke. She was laughing too.

While her attention was on the pen, I slipped the quarter into my pocket, and then brought my hand back to its previous closed position before she could realize what I just did.

I chuckled. "Okay, I promised you a disappearing quarter, and a disappearing quarter you shall have." I though the pen once again to my closed fist and counted "One…" as the raise the pen to my ear. "Two…" I counted again, "Three!"

I opened my closed fist, and voila! The quarter was gone!

"That was amazing!" shrieked the girl, "How did you do that?"

"Very well, don't you think?" I replied. Hey, it's poor etiquette to reveal your secrets.

"So, what happened to the quarter?"

"It vanished into oblivion," I stated, "It's no more. It's an ex-quarter." Hey, being in my pocket, that statement's almost true.

"Show me again, please!" She begged.

I sighed. "Perhaps another time. I've got to get to class."

"Okay," she pouted, "But you're not off the hook just yet. See you later, good luck in class."

"Thanks," I said. I watched her walk away and sighed. These magic tricks were fun, but I could feel something missing. It was like I was doing them to satisfy some inner need, though these cheap tricks weren't actually satisfying it. The telekinesis had come much closer to satisfying that need, but even it didn't fill it. What was I longing for?

Katie here. I had managed to get a tip from one of the teachers of a man living nearby that had lived back during the time Edward had been alive in his previous incarnation. I needed to talk to him, so I slipped out undetected during lunch period and went to the address I had found in the phone book.

I knocked on the door. After waiting a few moments, an elderly man opened the door and said, "Well, hello, little girl. What can I do for you?"

"I came to ask you a question, if I may."

He motioned for me to come inside and have a seat, so I did so. I sensed that there was no need to fear this old man, so I wasn't going to worry about the fact that I didn't know him.

"Now," said the old man, sitting down in a worn armchair, "What can I do for you?"

I sat down on a nearby chair, facing him, and said, "I was wondering, when you were young, did you ever know a boy named Edward Elric?"

The man didn't speak for a moment. Finally, he looked at me, and said, "You know about Edward? I thought everyone had forgotten about him these days."

"His popularity is increasing these days," I explained, "Due to a television program having been made of him. I'm simply trying to find out if he really existed or not."

The man rolled back his eyes like he was looking at the ceiling, and sighed. "Edward Elric really did exist. He was a wonderful person."

He turned his attention back towards me to make sure that I was listening, and continued. "I was nine years old when he showed up. No one knew where he came from, but he was obviously not from around here. He had special abilities that he would use to help people. Many of the townspeople thought that he wasn't a person at all, but an angel sent from heaven to bless this weary town."

"Did you even meet him yourself?" I asked.

"Oh yes, definitely," said the man, "My mother was always ill, and my father had passed away the previous year. None of the medications we had tried previously had every helped her, but he found an effective treatment by using his magic. He used to come to our house once a week to bring medicine, and he always made sure to bring candy for me. I remember him telling me, 'Don't cry, your mother's going to be alright soon. Try to stay cheerful for her sake. She'll get better faster if she sees that you're happy.' He never charged us for his service either. We had honestly planned to pay him back somehow, but my mother didn't get well until after he…" He choked back a sob.

I understood what he meant. It must've been hard to lose someone you were so close to. I looked into the old man's eyes. "What if there was a way to still pay him back?"

"Is there a way?" asked the old man, curiously, "I would have paid him back long ago had I know a way. Even if I had only been able to find his family, I would have paid him back."

"There is a way," I said, avoiding looking directly into his eyes. If Edward knew what I was about to say, he would kill me. I took a deep breath. "That same power that he used to help you and this town just recently brought him back to life, but he can't remember who he is."

I closed my eyes and waited for the scoffing to come…but it didn't. I opened my eyes again, and looked at the man. Tears were coming to his eyes.

"Is this true? Can that amazing power really raise the dead?"

"It rarely can," I explained, "But it worked in his case. I know him personally, but he doesn't remember being Edward Elric. He doesn't even think that Edward Elric existed. I need to prove him wrong on that before I can find a way to get him to remember who he is."

The tears started rolling down the man's cheeks. "I have a few old newspaper clipping that mention him and his doings. I would happily show them to you, especially if it would help Edward."

I looked at my watch. "I've got to get back to school. Would it be okay if I come again after school? I could even bring Edward."

The man practically sprang out of his chair, threw his arms around me, and cried, "Yes, come back, and please, please bring Edward!"

"O-Okay…I will then," I said, carefully prying the man's arms off of me. "I'll be back just as soon as school gets out." The man didn't say anything. He was too choked up to utter a word, so he just nodded and waved goodbye to me as I walked out the door.

This is Edward again. I was sitting in my math class during the last period, trying to pay attention to the lecture that the teacher was giving. Of course, I was bored, and when I get bored I tend to flick my wrist, which is not a good thing now that I have this new power.

I flicked my wrist just so, and sent a pencil flying across the room so that it hit the blackboard. Of course, everyone noticed that. How embarrassing that I couldn't even control my own power. I buried my face in my hands.

"Gee, whiz!" exclaimed the teacher, "Doesn't the Greene family produce any NORMAL offspring?"

I took my head out of my hands and looked at the teacher. What was he talking about?

"I'm sorry for snapping at you like that, Edward," said the teacher. "It was rude of me. I know you can't help it."

What the heck was he talking about? He couldn't have known what had actually happened, could he? Did he know something I didn't know? I would have to talk with him after class.

This is Katie. As soon as my last class was over, I walked over to the classroom where I knew Edward was. I had seen him go into this room earlier when I was going to my last class. That made things convenient, since I wouldn't have to wait for him to show up.

As I neared the classroom, I overheard some talking. I crept closer to find out what they were saying. Yes, I knew it wasn't polite, but what can I say, he my brother.

"So, you're telekinetic now, aren't you, Edward?" My goodness! The teacher knew about it?

"Yeah, I guess. Sorry about that pencil earlier." A pencil, huh? He must've accidentally thrown a pencil and the teacher caught him. It was strange that the teacher would actually understand though.

"Don't worry about it. I'm sure it's hard to control. Just try hard not to cause any damage with that ability of yours."

"Okay, I'll try…What did you mean when you said 'Doesn't the Greene family produce any normal offspring'?"

The teacher chuckled. "Well, your father made me swear not to tell, though I don't think that that applies to you, since you no doubt already know about it. I was one of the people that saw Katie last year with that prosthetic arm and the color in her hair evaporate as she fainted."

"Do you mean that that actually happened?"

"Of course it happened. What do you think I am, an idiot?" I think that you were there too, with some sort of hocus pocus thing you did. Katie looked a little bit too much like you for it to just be a mere coincidence."

"But," said Edward, in a disappointed tone, "But I don't remember it."

"You don't remember it? How could you not?"

"I just don't, okay? My memory's been troubling me lately."

"Hmmm…What don't you talk to you father or your sister? I'm sure that they could help you remember."

"I'm not sure if anyone can…" said Edward as his voice trailed off. I decided that now was a good time to step into the room.

"Hi, Edward," I said cheerily.

Edward smiled. "Hi, Katie, ready to go?" I nodded. Edward turned back to the teacher and said, "Thanks for talking to me, and I'm sorry about earlier."

"I told you before not to worry about it. Now go, and have a nice day." He waved his hand, signally that we were free to leave. Edward tried to wave his hand, but instead just scattered a bunch of papers on the floor.

"I'm sor-" Edward began.

"Don't be," said the teacher, cutting him off, "You just have to learn how to control your power. Now go, I can take care of this myself."

Edward nodded, and then we left the room and headed outside. "I met someone today," I said.

"Who?" said Edward.

"An old man who claims that he actually knew Edward Elric when he was alive."

Edward chuckled. "Even so, that still doesn't prove that he ever existed."

"Perhaps not," I said, "But he says that he has some newspaper clippings about him, and he wanted to show them to me after school."

Edward sighed. "Heh…so I guess that we're going to see him, and I don't have any say in the matter?"

"You would be guessing right," I said. Edward shrugged his shoulders and followed along. He knew that once I had put my mind to something, I wouldn't take 'no' for an answer.

We arrived at the old man's house. I knocked on the door and waited a few moments. The door opened and there stood the old man. "Well, I'm glad you came back, dear." He smiled, and then looked up at the person standing behind me.

"E-Edward? You really DID come back!" Tears were running down his face, and he was upon Edward and hugging him before Edward had a chance to react.

"Katie, what did you tell him?" demanded Edward. I gave him a brief rundown of our conversation. He didn't look too please, but he'd apparently decided that there was nothing that could be done about it.

I reminded the old man that Edward didn't have any memories of being Edward Elric, and asked him if he could show us the newspaper clippings he had. The man smiled, let go of Edward, and motioned for us to follow him into the house.

He reached for a book on a shelf and pulled it down. Even though it was really old, I could tell that it was some kind of scrapbook. He opened it so that we could see the old, yellowed newspaper clipping, and handed the book to Edward.

Edward spent a few minutes in complete silence, studying the clippings. Finally, he spoke up. "Well, there's definitely an Edward Elric mentioned here who performed 'miracles' as they referred to them, but how can I know that we're all talking about the same person?"

The old man smiled again and turned to the back of the book. There was a picture of three people, two boys and a woman. "Photographs weren't as cheap back then as they are now," said the old man, "But Edward wanted us to have a picture of each other, and so he paid the fee. He wasn't going to be in the photo himself, but we made him join in. This was taken the day before his demise." A tear rolled down the man's face.

Edward looked closely at the picture. One couldn't deny the fact that the little boy in the picture was the old man we were talking to, or the woman his mother. They looked too much like each other to deny that. What was even more irrefutable, however, was the other boy in the picture. Yes, that was definitely Edward, no doubt about it.

Edward looked up from the picture. I could feel that tears were pricking his eyes, but he was blinking them back. "…Edward…Elric…really existed?"

The old man nodded, tears gushing down his face. "Then," muttered Edward, "Is Katie correct? Am I really Edward Elric? How would I find out?"

I put my hand on his shoulder, and said, "Don't worry, Brother, I'll help you." That felt strange, because I don't even think that I said that. I think Al did.

Edward looked at me and smiled. He was more receptive now. Round one goes to me and Al, but the fight had just begun.

Heh, there you go, another LONG chapter. If any of you try that magic trick, let me know how it turns out. I can't usually do magic tricks too well, because I always end up telling the person how I did it after I perform the trick. That kind of spoils the magic. I figured that I might as well use that tendency to my advantage, and write about it. Heh.

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