A/N: And finally, the next chapter of this story! Thank you for reviewing to….

Ikickcommieass, AkatsukiGirl1990, Twilight-Traveler, and Sora0995.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Fullmetal Alchemist manga, merchandise, and or anime. I own Cassi, and her in whole body mind and soul.

Warning: Lots of cussing this chapter.

Helter-Skelter

As it turned out, one couldn't get blood completely out of white fluff or for that matter, white fluff and lining with just soap. I learned this the hard way by scrubbing until my hands were raw, and finding that the soap did little to nothing but make my fur matted and my lining pink.

So I gave up on the vest and cut what I could of it to make strips cleaning it best I could, for my hands. However, the tank top turtleneck I had created that I wore underneath it, and the pants for that matter, were a little less of an issue. While soap caused white streaks that looked like dust formed on the pleather from the soap, taking another hour after I got all the blood off, I also had to get that out with just hot water and a wash cloth; I had managed to save my pants and my tank top. My socks I had been wearing underneath them with my zip up boots were a little less of an issue as well having only been rimmed with blood. By raiding the cabinets within the bathroom, attempting to be as quiet as I could for that matter, I found black boot polish and soon took care of any issues that would have occurred otherwise on my zip ups as well.

By the time I was able to bathe myself, with only a little bit of the soap left, I was practically falling asleep in the shower, even though I was thanking whoever had been listening quietly behind the scenes for small favors. When I had finally gotten to sleep on the couch that night, my clothes hung up to dry on the shower curtain in the bathroom, I slept, for at least for what I thought, like the dead.

...I was proven wrong however when I found that my miracle had ended- when I woke up to hear someone inserting a key within the door. My eyes snapping open making me glance over and run immediately to the bathroom, attempting to be as quiet footed as I could and shutting the door. I heard the knob rattle and then the stop of the chain and tensed, grabbing what I could and yanking it on as quickly as I could as well.

That caused some noise, my foot hopping to yank the pants on, followed by my feet and soft hisses of 'shit shit shit' as I attempted to pull on my boots and the cut tank top before I managed finally, yanking my hair back with one of the remaining strips of pleather before I shoved my hands over my mouth, hearing a soft grunt from outside and then a 'ting.' I opened the door slightly and peeked out, trying to prevent the pounding in my heart and panting of my breath as someone walked in, looking around with a scowl.

The man stood taller than me, and I took notice as it glinted in the light that he held a katana in his hand. A white gi hugged from what I could see to be a very toned and muscular chest. A black belt pulling it shut and the sheath of the katana on his hip, connecting. My eyes moved upward and I bit my lip fretfully as his head tilted back. His hair swooped backwards in an odd slant, a light brown that looked really soft too… I watched as he sniffed loudly before stilling and looking directly at the door.

Directly at the open crack.

Directly at me.

Fuck. He stalked towards the door and I backed away frantically, looking around before I watched his hand reach for the door as he stood in front of the crack. Fuck -

What if I kick open the door? What if he stabs me the moment I kick it, what do I do? What do I do? What do I- DO IT! My foot shot up and I slammed it against the door, hearing the startled grunt as with a bang it shot open and smacked him in the shoulder knocking him so he faced the wall and not the door, I lunged forward as soon as it did and heard a loud snarl of, "HEY" As I moved for the window. The door was gaping open but I heard him racing after me soon enough before I grabbed hold of the window and shoved it open, grabbing the sides and throwing myself out with a jump. I tucked and my hands came out, hitting the grated fire escape making pain race up both of them, before my legs fell in front of me making me fall to my back

I heard a grunt and then forced myself up, my thighs burning making me grab the railing and stiffly hobble down the stairs. I looked over my shoulder, finding him in the window, a foot perched on the sill, staring down and a look I couldn't quite describe on his face. He didn't move for a few moments, and I paused, the pain in my legs lessened though and I grabbed the railing, throwing myself down the next flight of stairs and landing with a slight stumble before using the momentum to take me down the next flight.

By the time I hit the ground by sliding down the ladder rather than climbing down it (the fact this ended up successful stunned me), I stared up again to see if he was still there. I found he had moved onto the fire escape, but was leaning against the railing, arms crossed against it. His katana now sheathed, and eyebrows furrowed together from what I could make out.

The silence held for a few more moments. I internally questioned if he was going to chase me down. I frowned, anxiety bubbled, holding itself down in my throat attempting to pull a soft nervous giggle that would no doubt erupt into full blown paralyzing laughter if I didn't look away. Gritting my teeth behind closed lips I limped for a few moments before finding my legs again and jogging away from it, feeling eyes burning into the back of my head and not leaving for some time. At least until I turned multiple corners and soon shoved my hands in my pockets, moving into a public place.

It looked kind of like a town square to be honest, my body collapsing on a bench and shutting my eyes as I let my head fall into my hands while my elbows rested on my knees. I could feel warm blood beginning to seep lightly from my wounded hands, looking at them in another panic. I couldn't see any red coming from them. It has to be just from my head… It all has to just be in my head… Maybe I was going insane, I was still in the con, and this was just one massive hallucination. I flicked the back of one hand and flinched at the pain going through it before shutting my eyes letting my head roll back as I leaned back against the bench. My arms raised and I let my legs splay out in front of me for a few moments stretching out and feeling the warmth of the sun bear down on me comfortably.

"Fuck…" Well no one was looking at me, and there were quite a few people there. I stared at the sky as clouds moved across it, shutting my eyes soon enough as the sun continuously hit them before tilting my head this way and that, my neck popping in the process. Rolling my shoulders, I left my hands limp on the top of the bench and opened an eye lazily with a wince. "…This is a right cluster fuck…" Shutting my eye I let out a low sigh. What if he came back and decided he was gonna chase me? I pictured the man in my head and thought on it for a few moments, tonguing the side of my cheek as I felt my heart starting to calm down, my breathing becoming softer and softer, and my thoughts wandering slightly.

I pulled my focus back though as something caught my attention. His face being the particular, and those narrowed eyes. Then the katana.

What the hell was a katana doing in a fully functioning civilization like this one? I looked about, seeing people walk with blonde hair and blue eyes, even the occasional car. The man had yelled at me in English as well too… But… The katana… the katana was out of place.

Just like I was out of place. I huffed and yawned before grunting and letting my arms come down before pulling myself up and slumping forward. He had a fucking Katana… why did he have that? That didn't seem right at all in his current setting. I shook my head before running a hand through my hair. "Well at least I'm out now…" Getting out of the room I stayed the night in had been a worry, but now it had been forcibly resolved…

I turned my hands up to the sky, "Now I just have to find a place to sleep…" I would worry about it as it was getting closer to dark though, right now it seemed like it wasn't even noon yet. It was probably only nine or ten in the morning. My hands ached from yesterday, and itched as well from the material on them. I resisted the urge to scratch and hiss at it before grumbling and rolling my eyes. Resting a hand on the bench I shoved myself up, standing straight and feeling black spots dot my eyes again. "Whoa…" I grabbed hold of the bench to steady myself. "…I need to find something to eat or drink…" It was either blood loss, my blood sugar was low, or I was starving causing the spots.

My guess was it was all three. I had yet to eat anything since I took that gulp of Chip's alcohol, not to mention, if I was perfectly sane and this was real, I had lost quite a bit of blood… And then there was the fact of if I didn't have much blood, then my sugar was of course low. In short, I shouldn't even be standing. Not to mention…

I should have been much hungrier than I was. I had yet to hear my stomach even growl though for food. Rubbing my face, the pleather scratching at it where the threads were loose, I growled and then began to stalk away from the bench towards a crowded street. I had things I needed to do. I got clean; I got the blood off, now I had to be on the third part of that goal. Finding the man-

Find where I AM. My mind snapped making me soon blink and slowly nod. I suppose that was another thing I should do. If I could find out where I was, then maybe, perhaps, I could figure out what the hell happened to me and who had kidnapped me exactly… also it might help me track down the old man. I wouldn't mind that, my fist still wanted to say hello to his face, as well as maybe his throat with my nails so that way I could rip it out and-

WHOA WHOA WHOA! WHERE THE HELL DID THAT COME FROM!? I ripped apart my thought process staring wide-eyed up at the sky for a few moments in almost shock before letting my gaze drop back down. I rubbed my jaw and covered my mouth, staring out for a few moments as my right hand felt more sore than my left while letting my mind take a stab at what the hell I just witnessed within myself.

What the hell was I doing? Thinking about ripping out old men's' throats? That wouldn't fix anything! That didn't even work out logically! I wanted to find him and get back, not kill him so I was stranded wherever the hell I was forever. Particularly if he was the asshole that landed me here in the first place! Punching him wasn't going to be an instant kill, but ripping out his throat… My hand dropped from my jaw and I looked at the back of my right that still stung quietly. I splayed it out with a low breath, spreading my fingers apart causing it to burn more intensely. I winced as I saw a trickle of blood came down in between my middle and pointer finger, before dripping down onto the ground.

I almost let out a low snarl before rubbing my face with my other hand, the one that to my knowledge was not bleeding. "Christ." I muttered shaking my head again and slowly moving away from the bench, "Maybe I should eat something, before I'm foaming at the mouth…" Maybe the stress was getting to me, this entire thing was out of left field, from nowhere to my knowledge and just came and blasted me right in the face. I found a crowded place and began to move down the street into all of it, listening as people were speaking. The English here was accented, but I couldn't tell with what. I'm not sure I cared either though at this point as I was attempting to place myself rather than place them.

I then winced a few moments as I passed a meat shop, reading the sign however in the process in the window. For Dublith's Finest Meat in Amestris.

Warning bells began to ring in the back of my head, making my eyes drift upward towards the sky before turning, seeing people clearing the streets and a large truck beginning to move down it. A small scowl coming to my face in the process as men and women walked around it and behind it. They were all in blue uniforms marching quietly in a fashion I was all too familiar with.

Military.

There's a Military in Dublith. Dublith is in Amestris… I heard someone growling beside me quietly, a man in a cloak with a squeaky voice, "Those damned State Alchemists…" I glanced out of the corner of my eyes towards him, his nose peaking out like a beak before he then looked up towards the man beside him. A man wearing a rich maroon unbuttoned suit jacket and pants, with his black hair pulled back and bangs in the front grinned, his golden eyes glinting.

"They'll get theirs' soon enough Bido…" I looked away soon enough, and then forward again before flinching as my mind kicked up and my right hand ached with fresh white-hot pain.

State Alchemists? Dublith? Amestris? Fucking A… I was either having the most ironic hallucination or I was just completely off my rocker, or… I was knocked off my ass and into another reality… I felt myself unbalanced for a moment and sat down on the ground, seeing the short man next to me in the ragged cloak grunt and flinch, looking towards me as I grasped my ankles and bent my head forward for a few moments shutting my eyes with a frown.

My head… I now knew why the man in the room looked odd and out of place… And I also knew his name. But for purposes of using humor in a most serious situation, I was just going to call him 'Dog man' for now and call it a day. I took a few moments of just let my mind get around what I was even suggesting though for a seconds. Okay… so… The man next to me is Bido, the men and women in the military, well this Bido guy just said they were State Alchemists, or he's cursing the State Alchemists. The good lookin' guy beside him…. I opened my eyes for a few moments and glowered to the side from the corner of them, as the two weren't looking at me anymore and spotted a small blue circle covering the bottom of the man's hand, including a little bit of his palm.

I looked away, staring at the ground before sighing and getting to my feet, stretching my arms above me, and then rubbing my face looking out. No one paid any attention to me, and that was wonderful as I turned, hands slipping in my pockets and then began to move away, untying my hair and then releasing it. I passed quietly a group of people, keeping my head down for the moment as I passed them with a small frown. Turning a corner, I soon leaned against the wall propping a foot up and crossing my arms, flexing my hands lightly with a small glower as they ached and screamed in pain with each moment. I winced shutting my eyes once again before letting out a very slow breath.

There's no way… I began to deny. I shook my head, No way no way… That would be too ironic, too cliché… It would, but the fact that it was a possibility in itself was one that all together frightened me and made me swallow the saliva in my mouth while biting the inside of my cheek. Okay.. so let's just say, for a moment, I believed the fact I landed in Fullmetal Alchemist. For a moment, I would just consider this. My breathing was low as I reached up with both hands and began to yank my fingers through my hair. "Okay, let's just say that I did."

Then what? There was so much shit that occurred in Dublith in the story line, Greed's second appearance in the anime, his first in the manga. The chimera folks that were successful, Dorochet (Dog man), Martel, Roa, Bido, these were people that were in the anime and the manga, though there were a few in the anime I could never remember other than Doc and Tucker, a former chimera alchemist. Kimblee's second appearance, in both anime and the manga. Izumi Curtis and her husband, the Elric brothers showing up, Alphonse Elric being held hostage, not to mention Fuhrer Bradley showing up to dispatch Greed, or in the case of the manga, capture…

So let's just say, for a moment, I believed that I was now in Fullmetal Alchemist and had already had a run in with Dorochet, and just stood beside Bido and Solf J. Kimblee, which said that this was the anime for the moment given Kimblee's clothing. Let's just say that just happened and that this is real.

And let's also just conclude with that, that I had no fucking ideaon what to do about it. Or rather, there was so much that I could do, that maybe I should do that could save so many lives, maybe even change the outcome on some things that I felt shouldn't have occurred like Dorochet, Roa, and Martel dying. That had always bugged me.

If you interfere…I crouched down and grasped my chin wincing in the process and letting out a breath. My elbows rested on my knees, couldn't that fuck with the storyline though? That was always a good point. Greed's character developed in the manga strictly for the reason that his subordinates died. I rubbed my face again before tilting my head and resting my chin on top of my wrist so my hands would stop aching so much, "okay… okay okay okay…" I exhaled and stared at the ground for a moment before shoving to my feet, "…" Should I stick around or continue as I was? Shouldn't I find the old guy and force him to throw me back to Columbus? Or…

I winced as my conscious got hold of me, glancing to the side and my scarred up shoulder in my eye catching my attention before I looked back ahead, could I really just walk away without at least attempting to do something in order to sway what would happen to what was one of my favorite character's and his little group?

First of all, if this was the anime, the 2003 one judging by Kimblee's clothing, the one that didn't majorly follow the story line of the manga to a 'T' such as Brotherhood did; it was Kimblee who would be the one to sell Greed out. I glowered, fucker.

There would be distinct things though that would give them away; I had to figure out what plotline this was first. The fact he was wearing what he was could be a dead give away… but…

I'm here. I looked around, searching the alleys and then moving out, hand moving into my pockets as I stood on the side of a deserted road, the crowded on long behind me. That was right, I was here. I was here in Dublith, in Amestris. I was a key component now of what shouldn't be here.I was already affecting the storyline simply by existing… so there was a change already. The fact I was here.

Maybe I won't affect anything? I looked about hopefully before then slumping in defeat. If I was lucky that would be the case, staying away, staying perhaps behind the scenes… But with everyone in danger…

Maybe that's not the case? I almost wanted to grimace, despite the fact of if I chose to do something or not, there were still some necessary factors to take into account. Like one, I was nowhere near military experienced, or for that matter combat. I preferred the turn and run routine because I didn't know how to fight. Two, I didn't have any special powers, any really special qualities; in this case all I had was my brain. Or maybe the ability to hold a gun if my hands stopped ever hurting.

I wasn't a beautiful cliché character that just magically dropped into a fucking magical world and had all these special powers she automatically knew about. I had two carvings on the back of my hands that screamed in pain each time the pleather straps hiding them brushed against e'm, the beginnings of a headache, a pain in my left ribs caused by loose tissue in between them that occasionally went into spasms, an OICD (obsessive impulse control disorder) that had me yanking my hair out since fifth grade since I was about 11, and a scar on my shoulder that was caused by such trauma I didn't even know how the hell I got it!

Oh yeah, a lot of fucking well I could do to help anyone out, not when I myself was such a mess. However I still couldn't irk the fact it would probably bug me to not do anything while knowing that something, even if I didn't know what exactly, was going to happen.

I was stuck between a rock and a freight train and there was no goddamn way to move out of its' path. I could leave to go find the old man, trying to track him down by asking around and attempting to be completely normal or I could stick around and help the chimeras, or rather attempt to help them and Greed in the background. Possibly and probably losing the old man on what was already to me, a cold trail.

"What the hell do I do?" I dragged my right hand down my face barely paying any attention to where I was walking while staring at the ground; there was really no good clear answer on what to choose. If I didn't look for the old man, then I was stuck to my knowledge here, as he was the only conclusion I had for the one who sent me here. If I went to help the homunculus I had come to admire, and hell even cosplay, then I could get sucked into his games if I was caught and once Greed had someone in his grasp, he didn't just let go.

It was funnily enough, something we had in common. I bit my lip and shook my head again before letting my hands fall limp to my sides. On top of this, I still needed to find something to eat, as well as a place to sleep for the night. My current indecision though seemed more detrimental than either of those factors, making me shut my eyes and growl softly.

I should have never done that. Let it be known kids, don't ever close your eyes while walking down a sidewalk. Pay absolute attention to your surroundings. Why, might you ask?

Because my shoulder slammed into someone, twisting me around and making me grunt as I fell backwards landing on my backside while using my hands to keep myself from falling any further back causing pain to race through my senses, and making me feel as the bandaged skin began to tear. Feeling that warm wet feeling that could only be blood, I winced and grimaced, getting ready to open my eyes and immediately give someone an ass ripping like no other out of the hot stings that were the top of my hands, and the frustration that was starting to cause tears to start in the corner of my eyes. When I finally paused to look up though, I found myself staring at the most terrifying creature ever to step foot in this town- no, in all of Amestris, scratch that, let's just say the entire world and wrap it up for the day.

I found myself staring up at Izumi Curtis, who was staring at me as though I was the most vile and disgusting creature on the earth. I watched her mouth open in a snarl making me tense inwardly for the onslaught before she paused in the first word and then looked down quieting, staring at my hands. This made me grunt and glance down at well only to see the red that was beginning to trickle from in between the bandages and my fingers, sufficiently painting them red.

"You're bleeding." Her voice was rather blunt and I simply stared at my palms, opening my fingers causing more blood to rush out for a few moments, before I then closed my fingers tight together, watching as the blood continued down my knuckles and then part of it on my arm. It was hot, but it didn't really burn or sting in contrast to earlier where it just kept hurting, so I slowly looked up and stared at her quietly, before looking back down.

"…Seems… seems I am." Was all I managed out before pushing myself to my feet, "Sorry for bumping into you ma'am. I'll be on my way now." I twisted to move off before a hand grabbed my shoulder making me tense immediately and cringe.

"You should get that looked at by someone who knows what they're doing and have it properly taken care of, have it at least stitch it or wrapped right." Her voice was firm and I almost twisted out of her grasp immediately, but I found myself looking over my shoulder instead. The mental image of a needle shoving into my carved out wounds, attempting to sew them together making my heart jump and my throat work to swallow something as it felt instantly dry. "Come with me, I think I can take care of it for you at my shop. It doesn't seem too serious."

Oh nah, I'm just causing the Red Sea, nothing to be anxious about at all lady…. I managed to gulp and winced for a moment, looking back down at my hands. How would she react to seeing the tattoo of the Oroborus on one of my hands, and a giant fucking eye on the other, carved out onto my skin? What would happen the moment she saw that? Would she freak? Would she immediately try and kill me?

She didn't try and kill Wrath in the first anime… My mind muttered quietly, Well not at first… What would happen? Curiosity killed the cat Cass, you're a cat, remember that! You're a cat!

"…Alright…"

I will admit here and now, I would probably never have the balls it took to decline this woman. But on the other side of that… Izumi Curtis ran a Meat Shop…

And hungry or not, I really needed to eat something.

Finally, after what seemed like forever, my stomach growled in agreement.

A/N: And the end of the chapter has arrived! I know I know, you all want Greed to show up, but that's no good to just have him be like –throws open the door in Greed cosplay and struts- BAM! Here. So patience… again please. I'll see you all next chapter, but please, be kind and let me know what you thought of this one.

Omake:

He stalked towards the door and I backed away frantically, looking around before I watched his hand reach for the door as he stood in front of the crack. Fuck -

What if I kick open the door? What if he stabs me the moment I kick it, what do I do? What do I do? What do I- DO IT! My foot shot up and I slammed it against the door, he leaned back to avoid it hitting him and I jumped out at the last moment with my arms up with a frantically happy, "SURPRISE!"

He paused; staring at me wide eyed, before looking towards the bathroom door, then back towards me, then back towards the bathroom. I then tapped his nose watching his hand immediately slap over it and back away from me as I stated leaning forward, "I am the Bathroom Faerie! May all your bacteria now come in less frequency than it's usual manner!" Walking backwards I watched that confused look remain on his face, staring back at the door before looking once more at me. I reached the door and grasped the knob, giving a rather enthusiastic curtsey, shutting my eyes and smiling, I waved with one hand opening and closing it at the fingers in the process, "Have a nice day!" I shut the door, listened for a few moments, and began to sprint as far away from the door as quickly as possible.

"I hope he doesn't need to use the soap." I passed a woman with a tattoo up her neck, and then a large man accompanying her with platinum blonde hair that were approaching the door as I rounded a corner out of their sight. I grimaced looking at the big man as well in the process before shaking my head and muttering to myself as I made it to the stairs, "On second thought, I just hope he doesn't drop what's left of it."