Kanda - 4

Lavi - 2

Rhode - 2

Cross - 1

Lenalee - 1

Apocryphos - 1

"Well then," Allen said, dusting his hands above the fallen bodies, a smile on his face, "that didn't take long at all," he said, looking towards Ed. The other teen nodded before he was on the ground, the dirty blonde man on top of him. "Nii-san!"

Allen's only reaction was to raise a brow before he remembered his uncle. "Uncle," Allen whispered, rushing over to the fallen man. "We should take him to a hospital," the dirty blonde, Alphonse, said. Allen shook his head.

"Uncle hates hospitals. On top of getting shot and waking in a hospital, I doubt even I could keep him in control. We just need a small room. I can take care of the wound," he said, putting one of Neah's arms around him neck. He lifted him carefully, Ed going towards the other arm. "We can take him back to our place. We are just staying here for about a week visiting some old friends," Al said carefully, looking towards his brother. Ed nodded, making the white haired teen smile gratefully.

They slowly made their way towards their hotel. They maneuvered Neah to make it look like he was drunk and not actually shot so that no one will panic and call an ambulance. The way they were walking, also put less strain on the wound and hid the blood from view. Well most of the blood. They couldn't do anything about the small drops of blood that fell onto the sidewalk.

"So what brings you here?" Al asked, trying to lighten the tense atmosphere. Allen smiled again towards the surprisingly older, yet taller, blonde. "My uncle and I are traveling street performers. We normally just travel the world, finding work where we can. It is nice, but it does has its downfalls of course," he giggled. Al nodded, now excited.

"You travel the world! That must be fun. We traveled to, but mostly for work," Al sighed. Allen nodded. Ed remained out of the conversation. He just walked, Neah's arm over his shoulders, examining both Allen and his uncle. They definitely are not from around here.

"So where are you from?" Ed asked, trying to get information. This didn't get past Allen, who didn't really care. He would be on edge to if he was Edward. "I can't be too sure of exactly where I am from," Allen admitted. The brothers shared a look before looking back at the blue eyed teen.

With a sigh, Allen continued. "I was abandoned by my parents because I was...different. I was basically raised by a carnival, but most of the people there didn't like me and beat me. I was then taken in by Mana," Allen trailed off, not wanting to continue, but knew that the teens with him wanted to hear. "Mana died shortly after taking me in. I was then raised by a man named Cross. He taught me how to take care of myself, in more ways then one," Allen chuckled but mentally cried as he remembered his Master.

"I wasn't exactly the best kid because of this, but I turned out okay. I have my uncle and that is all I need," he smiled at them happily, stunning the two Elric brothers. They remained quiet for a good remainder of the walk.

"Ah. Mr. Edward. Mr. Alphonse. Welcome back," the inn keeper smiled at them mechanically. Probably been doing this for a while.

Ed nodded towards the man before heading down the hall and into a room labeled, 3A. They then put the unconcies man on one of the two beds, Alphonse quickly going for the first aid kit in the bathroom. Edward backed away and watched as Allen went to work on his uncle.

The white haired teen stripped Neah of his shirt, throwing it on the floor and inspected the wounds that he got. The bullet wound was shallow and Allen could see the bullet.

"Do you have some tweezers?" Allen asked, not looking behind him at Ed and chose to continue to inspect Neah's torso. He was completely covered in bruises and a few cuts. It angered the teen that he was only gone for almost five, maybe ten minutes and this happens.

Ed silently went to retrieve the needed item as Alphonse walked in from the bathroom with a rather large first aid kit. Allen smiled as he took it from the blonde's hands, placing it next to his uncle. "Sorry," Al said quietly, his eyes downcast. Allen froze as he turned towards the blonde.

"He was protecting me and I let him get shot. I could of fought, but I didn't," he said. Allen was silent before smiling at the teen. "I bet my uncle just showed up by kicking down some guy. He probably glared and punched, saying something about messing with kids. He really hates that about people, when they hit kids," he chuckled as he started to clean around the wound.

Alphonse didn't look up, the same guilty look on his face. Allen sighed as he left the side of his uncle and stood in front of the taller teen. He smiled up at him, cursing his height, with a gentle smile. "Ed is lucky to have a younger brother like you. I can see that if the roles were reversed, you would have jumped in to save him," Al stared at Allen with wide eyes for two reasons.

One, he knew he was the younger brother even though he was taller than Ed. That was mostly the reason since he has yet to meet one person who didn't know them before, and tell him he was the younger one. Two, he was right. He would have jumped in and if Ed was with him, he would have to.

"Al...," a soft voice from the bed and Allen basically disappeared from in front of Alphonse and appear next to Neah in a heartbeat. "Don't talk. I still haven't got out the bullet, cleaned, and dressed the wound," he said in the most motherly tone Alphonse has ever heard from a guy.

Neah just chuckled which turned into a coughing fit. Allen looked even more worried as he glanced towards Al. Al understood the message to get some water and left for the tiny kitchen they had. Ed came back, passed his brother, and gave the white haired teen the tweezers.

"Thank you. After my uncle has rested, we will be on our way," Allen said as he took the tweezers. Edward glared lightly, as if daring him to repeat those words. "You are staying here for the night at least. Your uncle was shot and in no position to walk around," Allen sighed softly, knowing from Ed's tone that he wasn't going to get anywhere if he argued.

"One night," he agreed. Ed smiled, his glare gone, as Allen went to work on the wound. Alphonse came back just as Allen got the bullet out of his uncle's side. Al turned green as he turned away from the sight and gave the water to his brother.

Ed, knowing what was happening, grinned at his brother lightly. "You should go take a bath. Who knows what was in that alley," Al, glaring at his brother, nodded. He then left quickly, completely avoiding looking at the blood soaked bullet and bed.

When he left, Neah sighed as he glared at the bullet. Allen smirked at him while he continued to clean and dress his wound. "You really need to stop getting shot. Soon your perfect bodies of yours is going to scar," he joked lightly as he motioned for Neah to sit up. Neah, deciding to play along, playfully pouted. "But Allen~. You know that my body is so perfect that it fends off all scars. How dare you mock it," Ed stared at them like they were crazy while the Walkers both laughed.

"So why are you two in Central?" Ed asked. Neah looked at him with a glare, Allen hitting his shoulder lightly while smiling at Ed. "We want to try and learn Alchemy and Central has better libraries than the places we have been," he said, making Ed smirk as he directed his look towards Neah. "I'm guessing it is mostly because of you," Neah growled at him.

"Now, now, boys. We shall have none of that," Allen said with a mock glare at both of them. Neah stifled a laugh while Ed just smirked.

Alphonse walked in, shutting the door quietly behind him, drawing Neah's attention to him. "You weren't hurt were you?" he asked while Allen finished wrapping his wound. Al smiled weakly at him and nodded. "Thanks," he said quietly, making Neah gleam at him.

Ed glared at Neah while said male smirked at him. "If you two are going to have a war, please do it when Neah doesn't have a bullet wound," Allen said, not bothering to look at the two as he picked up the dirtied clothes.

Neah pouted while Ed looked away, not liking Allen treating him like a child. "Al, can you watch them for me. I don't trust them by themselves and I need to get new clothes for Neah," Al smiled at him and nodded. Ed picked up on how the white haired teen was now calling his uncle by his name instead of how he first called him.

"Neah, be good," Allen warned, making the man pout, but a certain gleam in his eyes. Allen glared at him, knowing the mescheivous look in his eyes.

"I think I'll go with you so since you are new here. That and I might kill that guy otherwise," Ed smiled at him, ignoring the death glare he was receiving behind him. Allen, seeing the protective side of Neah, smiled at Edward and nodded. "We will be gone for a while. Don't let Neah leave the bed and doesn't drink alcohol until I return," Al nodded, confused about the alcohol, but nodded nonetheless.

"Shall we be going, Edward?" Allen asked as he opened the door for the slightly shorter male. Ed nodded and left the room, followed by Allen. Allen sent a warning look over his shoulder at Neah, daring him to do something stupid.

Ed waited for him by the door that leads to the outside world while Allen disposes of the blood soaked clothes, lucky that the inn keeper was no where in site.

"Do you recommend somewhere?" Allen asked as he walked up to the waiting blonde. "Not really. I'm not from around here myself, but I have been to many automail shops," Ed sighed dramatically, causing Allen to chuckle as they left the inn.

"Well. I guess we go to the closest store, buy him a shirt, and be done with it. I doubt you want to leave Alphonse alone for long," Ed remained silent as he nodded.

"Did you already forget what I said?" the sudden voice made Allen flinch, which didn't go unnoticed by the Alchemist. 'Do you have to talk at the most worst times ever?' Allen asked. He heard Alex chuckle lightly. "Yes. Yes I do. And the person your walking with is the Fullmetal. One of the best Alchemists in the world," Allen took a side glance at the teen beside him. He looked about Allen's age, if not older.

Allen learned from a young age not to doubt the age of those shorter than him. After spending time with Bookman and a few other short people who were older than Allen, and still shorter then him, he learned quickly. "So. I heard you were once called Fullmetal. Why?" Ed glanced at Allen as they entered a small clothing store.

"We all in the military get a nickname. Mine was Fullmetal because of my arm and leg. Or at least that is what I think he meant, or he just wanted to tease me. Everyone thought Al was Fullmetal," Ed started to rant, completely forgetting about the main question. Allen, being the kind and sweet boy that he was, just listened quietly, nodded and saying his own opinion from time to time.

"So what about you?" the question caught the young ex-exorcist off guard. "Me?" he asked, pointing to himself as he browsed through the shirts. Ed, sitting in one of the many seats that littered the store, nodded. "You know about me and Al," Allen felt his brow twitch at the poor grammer. "What about you and your uncle?" he asked. Allen remained silent.

"Well. You know that we aren't related by blood, but he treats me as though I was. And since his brother is gone, he can get pretty possessive. He was giving you the evil eye when I asked you to come," Ed snorted and smirked, happy he could piss off the man.

Allen chuckled at the action, knowing many took pleasure in his uncle's misery. "Uncle and I were separated for a good portion of my life. I only got to really know him for a few months now. I believe three. And those three months were tough. I was...fired from my job, which caused me to be a street performer with my uncle," Ed noticed it again.

Allen only called Neah uncle when said man wasn't around. Ed tried to think of a reason for this, but came up empty handed as Allen started to speak once again. "My uncle wasn't well liked in my workplace and it caused me to be fired."

"Well that is stupid," Edward growled angrily. He already hated Allen's coworkers if this was the way they treated one of their own. The military at least looks out for their own.

"I was already kind of not liked by some for...certain reasons. One of the older workers would tell everyone's destiny and was usually accurate," well that peeked Edward's interest. Allen chuckled softly. "Mine was the destroyer of time. You can imagine the response I got," Ed glared at he floor once more.

Allen chuckled as he saw the almost permanent glare on the teen's face. It reminded him of Kanda. That brought a sharp pain to Allen's chest as he remembered his friends. Allen shook his head as he grabbed some clothes and went to the cashier, Ed following when he noticed that Allen was gone.

"That is fifty dollars," the woman at the registered smiled. Allen nodded, but internally freaking out since he didn't have money. "Your back pocket will have the money. When you need money it will appear in your back pocket," Alex said, making Allen almost flinch once again. Allen glared mentally at the man for scaring him once more. Alex just laughed before going silent.

Allen pulled out the money and handed it to the woman who waited patiently. She smiled before bagging Allen's clothes and handing it to him. "Thank you and come again soon," Allen smiled back sweetly, not noticing the blush he received from the lady. "Thank you," he said before leaving the store with a laughing Edward.

Allen look at him like he was crazy while Ed continued to smile. "You have to be the most naive person on this planet," Ed continued to laugh after saying that, making Allen puff up his cheeks with a small blush, still not noticing the stares he was getting. This just made the blonde teen laugh harder.

"Looks like Kanda most of the time, has a personality like Lavi and Kanda combination and, most likely, Allen's problem with being called short.

While Allen continued to huff, Ed finally calmed down. As they neared Ed's hotel room, a light flash from the window caught their eyes and immediately they were running there, hoping for the best since bright flashes of light usually meant something bad.

Allen ignored Alex's laughter in his head. If he had heard what Alex was laughing about, he would know what the flash was. He would know he was the cause of it and he would fall over with shock.

But he didn't, so when he slammed open the door, Edward close behind him looking ready to kill, Allen froze at the sight of the person in front of him.

"Oh shit."

The next chapter will have whoever wins to be in the story. I will add the next two, who came in third and second, to the story as well, so do not worry. Also, I had trouble writing this, but the interesting parts are coming up soon. Mostly since it will be kind of hard to explain why someone just popped up into their room. Literally.

I hope you enjoy and review. Especially you critics. I need to know what I do wrong.