Hai hai again! Wow, I'm feeling really manic and inspired today as well. Here comes Chapter 3!

DISCLAIMER: Nyah, I does not own FMA, so don't bribe me with that video of me dancing like Brittany Spears. Please, just don't. I do not own FMA!

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Al, Winry and Pinako took the shortest route home after their dinner. Al was holding the chocolate cake Pinako had ordered. Pinako was lighting up her pipe, and Winry was walking along and trying to stay awake. She had had a long day fixing mechanical machines, cooking Al and Ed's mini feast, and other what not. Winry was just plain tired, even if it only was 8:00 at night.

Winry sneezed suddenly, and then felt something wet collecting at the bottom of her underwear...

"Aw, schnap!" Winry said to herself.

"Something wrong, Winry?" Al asked. He sounded concerned.

"No, no, I just... need a tissue," said Winry, hoping she had stocked up on maxi pads at home. "In more ways than one." She added under her breath.

"Oh, well, maybe you can use this..."

Al handed her a napkin that had come complimentary with the cake. Winry stared at it. She took it, then wiped her nose. "Thanks, Al."

"You're welcome," Al replied happily.

"Winry, are you sure you have the things you need for that at home?" asked Pinako suddenly, turning her large nose that was level with her granddaughter's skirt. Ew.

"Ah, um, what do you mean? Ha, ha?" Winry said.

"I mean your cycle..."

"Oh! Ye--"

"You're building a bicycle? Neat!" Al jumped into the conversation. "Is it for you, or Ed, or maybe-- wait! I can keep a secret. I won't tell if its for Brother..." Al looked at Winry's face. He would have been smiling.

"Er... I'm not building a bicycle, Al." Winry started.

"Please! I won't tell Brother if its a birthday present for him, honest!"

Winry laughed at that. She wouldn't explain what the 'cycle' was, but she could skirt around the real truth.

"No. The cycle is for me. Ed is lucky he'll never have one... pain in the--"

"Oh. Is it that hard to build and ride one for you? Sorry I jumped to conclusions..."

"Naw, it's okay. Heh, its sometimes a scary ride for me..." Winry was referring to how she acted on her cycle. Al couldn't know, nor would he like to know. The cravings and temper would start soon...

"Then you shouldn't ride it." Al said. "Don't even build one if its so scary to you."

Pinako smiled and Winry did too.

"Its something I can't avoid, Al. We all have to ride out our cycles."

"Huh? Why?" Al still didn't get it. Winry resisted from giggling. Pinako blew sweet cherry smoke from her pipe.

"The law of nature, Alphonse. You obey it too, don't you?" Pinako took another draw from her pipe. She spoke again. "Even if you don't want to, you do. Although, its pretty hard for you in a metal body..."

Winry couldn't believe what her grandmother was suggesting. She stifled a giggle. "Grandmother!"

"Er, right... I guess I obey the law of nature... but what has that got to do with forced bicycle riding? And I think I can ride a bicycle in this body. I just have to try really hard."

Winry laughed out loud. She didn't think Al understood what he was talking about. Well, they were talking about separate things, anyway. But still. It was funny.

"Yes, I suppose you will have to try very hard. But enough of this foolishness, there's the house." Pinako tapped her pipe, and out fell a few embers and small pieces of charred cherry tobacco.

Suddenly, a shriek filled the night air. It was coming from the house. Al didn't even stop to look back at Winry and Pinako. He ran as fast as he could (which was pretty fast) towards the Rockbell house.

"Brother! Don't worry! I'm coming!"

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2 HOURS EARLIER...

Ed gasped in horror as the shape fell to him. It didn't land on him though, as he stepped aside, and the falling shape slammed into the ground. At least, it would have, if it didn't nimbly land on its feet. Ed gasped again.

The homunculus Wrath was getting up from his position from which he landed. He looked taller than the last time Ed had seen him, though his hair was just as long and black. He wore a smaller version of Envy's clothes; a half skin tight tank top and a skin tight pair of shorts with a half skirt. He was also thinner and paler than when Ed had last seen him, but his eyes were just as deep and purple, with pupils like that of a snake's.

"WAAAAA!" Ed screamed, and, putting his real arm on his automail, transmuted it into a shiny blade. He lunged, but Wrath dodged. Wrath was quick. The littlest homunculus ran two times around the kitchen, with Ed slashing at him at every blur he was. Then Wrath zipped out of the kitchen and into the living room. Ed ran after him.

CLUNK.

Ed had run into the metal wall Wrath decided to put there. Ed cursed, then, holding his head, went around the metal wall to find Wrath sitting peaceably on the sofa, waiting. Ed shook his head and blinked a couple of times. Wrath still sat there not looking manic or hyper at all. In fact, he looked sort of sad.

"Alright. What is all this about?" Ed glanced around, waiting for the other homunculi to jump him. He stood still, tensed, waiting.

"Well, Full Metal Alchemist, I've decided to help you."

Ed whipped his head around to Wrath, who was sitting on the sofa, calm as the lamp standing on the side table next to Ed.

"Really?" Ed did not let his guard down. "Why?"

"Um. Because I ... do." Wrath looked as though he had not expected Ed to ask such a ridiculous question.

"You do, huh? Well, then..." Ed took another few glances about the Rockbell living room. Nothing moved or made a sound. There seemed to be no one else here. However, that did not mean the other homunculi were hiding somewhere in the house.

"How can I trust you?" Ed asked warily. He walked over to the sofa opposite Wrath. "You're a homunculi." Ed sat down on the sofa.

Wrath nodded. "Yes. That's true."

They stared at each other for a couple of tense minutes. At least for Edward, those were tense minutes. Wrath looked so sure and calm, for whatever reason. Ed narrowed his eyes.

"Did you jump me?" Ed was ready for a denial. He didn't expect the truth, not from a homunculi.

"In the kitchen, or on the dark road leading to this house?" Wrath replied, grinning.

"Uh... both." Ed was surprised. The truth? From Wrath?

"Yes to both times, then."

"Um. Why?"

"For fun. I thought it would be fun."

"Right. Okay. Could we get this over with?"

"Get what over with?" Wrath asked, crossing his right leg over his left knee and bouncing it up and down. Like a sudden, manic child.

"The fight with your homunculi buddies? Hell, what did you think I was going to say? I know you're up to something..." Ed was getting irritated. He hated waiting. He just wanted to get this over with, so he could eat. Oh, eating. He was hungry.

"Fight? I told you I wanted to ---"

"LIAR! Let's just get this over with and FIGHT, god dammit!" Ed sprung up from the sofa and walked towards Wrath menacingly. Wrath didn't move. He did speak, though.

"Edward, you don't want to fight me. You know who would win. Besides, I drank a barrel full of sugar before I attacked you on the road."

Edward stopped at the coffee table. He raised an eyebrow. "You drank sugar before jumping me?"

Wrath nodded. "It's fairly easy to do. And delightfully tasty."

Ed chose to ignore that. "Alright, stop playing. Let's fight."

But before Edward could slice Wrath's stomach in half, the homunculi grabbed his throat and squeezed hard. Ed couldn't breathe.

"I told you I didn't want to fight. I want to help you."

"Help me what?" Ed managed to choke out. He imagined himself turning blue.

Wrath grinned and released Ed. "Why, help you find the stone of course."

Ed gasped for breath. He looked at the homunculi. "And so I ask again: Why should I trust you?"

Wrath sighed impatiently. The sugar must have been resting in his system. Now it was going to go off at any second. Nevertheless, he tried to explain before he had another manic attack.

"I was taken in by Greed," Wrath started. "He got me away from Envy, Sloth, Lust, and everyone else on that side. He needed me, and he wanted to teach me."

"Needed you... for what?" Ed asked. Ed wasn't fully certain Wrath was telling the truth. But he did remember Greed. Their last encounter hadn't been nice, but Greed did seem more level-headed than the other homunculi. He had even given Ed advice, now that Ed thought about it. However, Ed didn't remember seeing Wrath with Greed at any time during their encounter... and that encounter had been a month ago.

"He needed someone to perform alchemy for him. I did. He's a nice guy once you get to know him." Wrath sat down on the sofa again, and Ed stood above him. Ed frowned.

"Really. And how easily did you go from Sloth, Envy, and Lust?"

"Not very easily. But in time, Greed taught me they were the bad side, and he and the chimeras were the good side." Ed guessed Wrath was trying to explain as best as he could. He remembered the chimeras. Did Greed---

"Did Greed tell you to come help me and Al?" Ed asked. He knew Wrath was impressionable, and once a kid like that got used to someone he admired, that kid would do anything the 'hero' told them to do...

"In fact, no, he didn't. I decided to on my own."

Oh? Ed was surprised by this, sort of.

"I figured, since Greed called you his 'homie', that you were on the good side too. I left the Devil's Nest yesterday. I traveled, scared some people, and found out you were going back to your hometown from a man named Mustang."

Mustang. Grrr. And what the hell was a 'homie'? Hmmm. Maybe Wrath was a good addition to help find the stone. After all, wasn't it always a good thing you had a super human (well, not human per say) on your side? Ed considered. He decided to trust Wrath, for now. But if Wrath did anything sneaky and he found out... there was going to be hell to pay for the littlest homunculi.

"Well, I'll have to talk to Al about it, but ... you're in."

"Great. Now, if you'll excuse me..." Wrath ran right to a living room wall and started to scale it. Ed gave him a startled look.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"This spider has been annoying me for a while now. I must kill it." Wrath answered as he picked the said spider off of its web and squashed it between his fingers. Ed stared with a sick face.

"Next time you do that, can you let it live and put it somewhere else?"

Wrath climbed down from the corner of the wall. "No."

"Well, then... just don't do it in front of me." Ed knew how useless it was to argue with someone who was set on something. And Wrath was Teacher's dead child... heh.

"Okay. I'll try to remember that." Wrath zoomed out of the living room. Ed barely had time to make a shocked face at how fast Wrath could run when he heard the front door open and slam.

"Henh. Ooookay..." Ed said aloud to the empty living room. "Wrath must be trying to burn off the sugar... drank a barrel... weird."

Speaking of barrels and sugar made Ed remember just how hungry he was. He went back into the kitchen and groaned when he saw the mess. He was going to have to clean that up... later. Right now he'd find some food...

Ed opened the pantry and got out a box. Then he went to the cabinet and got out a bowl. He then opened a counter drawer and chose a spoon.

He went back into the living room and sat on the couch. Ed poured the box of cereal into the bowl and began eating.

"Whee," Ed said as he munched the grain. "Breakfast for dinner."

About an hour and a half later, a shrill scream pierced the night air as Wrath fell twenty feet down into an empty water well. He had been cart wheeling.

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Sweet. Chapter 3 is up and running! I know it's not in the whole FMA plot, but don't you think Wrath would have joined Ed and Al on their adventures if he had been 'rescued' by Greed? Its nice to think about, but he'd still be the little killer homunculus he always was.

I need some sugary candy now. 8D