Sonya: MY GOD, ACE, YOU'RE ACTUALLY DOING WORK?

Ace: Yeah, I decided to venture from my bunker just for this cut-out.

Sonya: *reads chapter* Why is this cut anyway? It hasn't happened yet.

Ace: Because it's all set from first-person.

Sonya: And where are the others?

Ace: Oh, I shoved them all down the stairs, so they're all in the hospital, and Envy's scared of me right now, so...

Sonya: Okay, reviews. CSI Aphrodite, Envy's not here, so... YOU FISH LELA IN VAIN.

Ace: And as for who I want to marry, well, let's just say it's a certain homicidal cross-dressing gender-confused palm tree.

Sonya: And didn't you do some work you wanted to tell everyone about this week?

Ace: OH YEAH! Me and my friends are all FMA characters. I'm Greed, and I have a friend who's Kimbley, and when we were on a field trip, I tried to sleep against him and even now continue to steal his stuff and fuel the GreedxKimbley pairing.

Sonya: And I'll send the regards over to Super Idiot for you, Furorensu-chan.

Greed: *splutters* WHO THE HELL THREW CAKE IN MY FACE?

Sonya: The reviewer.

Greed: Can I-

Ace: No.

Sonya: Ace5980 does not own FullMetal Alchemist.

Are You Still There, My Love?

Do you remember me? I remember you. I remember all the times we shared together, in a warm bed, full of love and passion. I remember the way you would hold me when we had finished, kissing my forehead and reassuring me everything would be okay when I was so certain it wouldn't be. I remember that easy smile you always teased out a carefree smile when all I felt like doing was falling to my knees, giving up among my tears. I remember how it felt to lose you.

Do you still see me the way you used to see me? I still see you the same way I always have. I still see you as the first stable adult I've had in my life since I died. I still see you as the one who saved me from the place of my nightmares, the first thing I saw with my newly-functioning eyes. I still see you as the man I loved so dearly, the first one I have ever dared to give myself to, body and soul. I still see you as the homunculus who stroked my hair when both of our lives were surely forfeit.

Do you hear the music in my voice? I hear the music in yours. I hear how you made me feel like I wasn't the helpless girl I always was when I first met you. I hear you slashing my chains all over again, releasing me from my chains. I hear you lovingly letting me sleep in when you yourself get up to maintain the relative peace in our home. I hear you whispering sweet comforts to me as we wait to die.

Do you understand my heart the way you used to? I understand you the same way I did before. I understand how you treat everyone like they're equal because in your eyes, they are. I understand why you take my bitchiness with just as much seriousness as you do Dorochet's sound advice despite the fact mine rarely holds water. I understand the reasons why you were so reluctant to take up with me even though you loved me, unwilling to hurt me even when I wanted you to. I understand that the looseness of your arms was not from a lack of love the night before we died but a desire to protect me from all the sins of the world.

Do you still love me like you used to? I still love you like I used to. I love the way you call me when I want to strangle Marta for doing something stupid. I love the way you reassure me when my wings are a tattered mess and all I'm expecting is pain on top of pain. I love the way you stroke my wings when I lie there after we had sex, tracing the bone just the way I like it. I love the way you were the only thing in my thoughts when I woke up without you by my side.

Yes, you do still remember me; I can feel it in the way you hold me close to you as though you never want to let me go. Yes, you do still see me the way you always have; I can sense it in the way you let me go, even though you obviously want to keep me close because you know I prefer my freedom to a cage, no matter how well-intentioned. Yes, you do still hear the music in my voice; I can see it in the way you hang on my every word, closing your eyes to better hear them. Yes, you do understand my heart the way you used to; I can see it behind every cautious touch you venture on me even though you trust me implicitly with your entire being. Yes, you do still love me like you used to; I can reach out and touch it in the way your lips move so smoothly with mine.

Ace: AW! THAT'S SO SWEET! *spasms on floor*

Sonya: I will now die of embarrassment.

Greed: Reviewers get more cake.

Ace: I'm gonna go hide in my bunker now, before Sonya decides to kill me for taking a walk in her head. *runs away*

Sonya: I'MMA GONNA KILL YOU! *runs after with Final Judgment*

Greed: *sigh* Looks like it's up to me to save the authoress... *walks off nonchalantly*