Wow. Two months and no update.

SORRY GUYS.

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A cracking sound hit up against the window, and Al flinched in his sleep. The bang came again, this time louder, making Al open his eyes to tiny slits. With the view of his window, he immediately opened his eyes extremely wide and ran to his window. The sound itself was a harmless tree branch, but the shock was that Milky had got outside somehow and climbed on said branch. In a miniature panic attack, Al looked out the window then around everywhere looking for something to help his situation.

Clothes, bookbag, ninja ducky...

"DOESN'T THREE YEARS OF HEALTH TRAINING GIVE ME ANY OTHER OPTIONS!" Al screeched clenching his head in frustration. Looking outside to the raving, waving tree branch made him even more nervous. A strong wind came through this morning along with a thick coat of humid fog. What a unblemished way to start things off.

"Uh...Uh! UH!" Al started to fear again, in the frenzy he reached his hands and felt all over the top of his dresser, till he felt something cold and metallic like. Grabbing the object, he gazed at it carefully and ran his thumb over the engravement. It was Ed's watch, but why was it in his room? Al redirected his glance back to Milky, then he looked back to the pocketwatch. Squinting slightly through the mist, he tensed his grip on the watch, "Brother, forgive me if this doesn't work." He took a deep breath and threw the chain of the watch over to Milky and made sure it was right in front of her face.

Milky; suddenly distracted by the chain reached out her paw and began to swat at the chain. "That's it..." Al pulled back the chain slowly and Milky pursued it, still knocking about her paws. "C'mon Milky, almost there." He plead. Right when she had got a couple of inches from the window, and at the pass of the tree branch he bluntly yanked the watch back inside, and stuffed it in his pocket. Milky leaped over from the branch to the inside of Alphonse's room, and he caught her carefully in his arms. "Gotcha!"

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"Ed...this is embarrassing..."

"I know! Isn't it wonderful!"

"I think some people are getting the wrong idea, I saw some very curious women give me some winks. I'm an engaged man! I shouldn't be doing this!"

"Oh lightin' up, Mustang! I doubt she'd mind if a few women and a couple men were looking at you like a starved person looks at a steak."

Roy gulped awkwardly, and tried to pull down his skirt some more. He seemed the most anxious and dainty Ed had ever seen him. His clogs' toes touched each other, while his stockings going up to his upper thiegh was beginning to chafe. His knees bumped into each other, and he held down the front part of his skirt protectively. His face bore a look of embarrassment, fear, and anger, which is a combination that you don't see everyday. His short pigtails stuck straight up, with flare as he muttered curses to Ed's back.

Ed could only turn away, and laugh his merry little ass off. Roy became irritated and let go of his skirt to point a finger at him, but the second he let go he grabbed back on again.

"Ugh! What's with these underwear you made me wear underneath this skirt!?" Roy outbursted, his face was beet red.

"Roy. That's a thong. I thought it would be funny if not ONLY you were dressed in drag, but in women's underwear."

"My fiancé is going to kill me..." Roy distraught, as someone wolf whistled at him. Only making him madder and Ed happier.

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Al straightened his jacket, and patted down his bangs. Even though the morning started off rocky, he still had to arrive for his first day of school. Actually, this would be his first ever year of school, because Trisha had homeschooled him and Ed, but his brother decided to go to public school with Winry while Al did not.

Even though Al was practically a man, at the age of fourteen, he was still weary of not having his brother around ceaselessly. Like now for instance. He didn't even bother looking for him, because he knew that Ed would get Roy up bright and early for their 'friendly bet'.

Al groaned at how stupid adults could be at times and grabbed his backpack. He yawned, and trotted down his stairs, with Milky following behind him. Unloading his items on the kitchen table, he prayed silently then opened the cabinets.

Thank goodness, Winry had gone shopping for them.

Al grabbed a box of cereal, a bowl and some milk and had himself a classic breakfast. He put away the box, and carried the bowl to the table. Shoving his bag forward, to make room for him to eat, he sat down and began chomping away the cereal bits. He had grabbed some "Count Chocula"; he had a sweet tooth, especially for chocolate.

As he took another savory bite, waking up a bit more each minute, he noticed Milky jump on the counter. Ignoring it, because Ed wasn't here to yell at her to get down, because in his eyes counters, beds, couches, and anything else of the sort were for human beings. Not cats.

Al stared out the drawn curtains in the kitchen, with irritation. Him and Ed had little things they did that annoyed each other to no end. One thing that always was an issue; curtains. Ed would always close up to curtains and contain himself in a dark musty house while Al always tried to open them up and get some light in the house.

A swift loud plop made Al break his train of thought, and his spoon. He looked over to the source, and sure enough Milky had knocked over the open half-gallon container of milk. She jumped after the falling liquid and began to clean up the floor. Al just narrowed his eyes and swooped up the plastic jug, screwing the cap back on and flinging it roughly back in the fridge. Al decided he was going to go to school early, to get a good seat so he left the milk mess, and his bowl of un-finished Count Chocula's for Ed to clean up when he got home.

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Walking out the door, with a sullen face and a negative disposition he began to walk a mile to his school. Ed was supposed to drive him, but he forgot being so entangled with his vendetta. Al grunted at the thick fog in front of his eyes, he for one didn't know the way to the school. This fog wasn't going to help his lack of direction neither. As he began to grudgily step down the sidewalk, he saw the door open from the strange house next door. With a lit curiosity he watched several shrouded figures walk out of the house in the corner of his eye. Once he saw them approach the black pointed gate, he started to walk along, but slowly so he could continue to watch these mysteries from a distance.

To his luck and misfortune, they began to walk not far behind him, on the same sidewalk. He heard many footsteps behind him, so he was sure just about all of them had left. But where were the going? Taking a quick glance back he noticed something, they all had backpacks, and they were rather tall figures. He figured they were all going to his high school, given there was only one in the area. Al relaxed his tense shoulders and began to walk to school, with his strangers behind him with a strange caution. Hopefully they can lead him there and hopefully they didn't see him in front of them, or they didn't care.

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Al smiled widely because he had made it to Serenity High School, which seemed like a strange name. When he began to walk across all the landmarks to the front gate, he began to hear his neighbors speak.

"Dante was sure in a rut to get us out of the house." A smooth female voice muttered clearly.

"Eh, maybe she just wants us to get to school on time." Spoke a laid back masculine voice.

"Wants us to go to school? She could really care less, you saw what she did to the squirt yesterday for going on one of his tantrums." A voice that seemed in between those two voices whined.

"I wouldn't complain too much about Dante, she feed us and that's all I care about!" which is when Al started to tune them out. He decided he would stand still for a bit, taking in the environment, letting them walk right past him. Just as he hoped, the walked right by him, and didn't say a word or even look at him standing there looking at the towering building.

"That house is full of teenagers? Like me and brother?" he pondered to himself, maybe he would ask Winry about that old house. But for now, he should get into school and find his classes. He could already tell this year would be a wild one.

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SORRY IT'S SO LATE!

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Next chapter will have Wrath, promise. Oh, and I love me some reviews and ideas –chomp-