Whaddup! I decided that next chapter is when the antagonist is introduced! *multiple gasps* Yeah, das right! *smug smile* Oh, but I feel like I waited too long to write this chapter. :( Just stuff happening. You know. I had told you guys in my last update of "Al the Cat" that my 2nd semester was starting, right? I guess I'm okay with all my new classes, except that I don't have any of my old friends anymore! *tear* And I really don't feel like going through the whole thing of making new ones, plus trying to figure out times to meet up with the old friends. *siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh* Oh, and more to tell you!

I took Saturday and today to watch Attack on Titan! OOOOOH MY GOSH! That last second of the 25th chapter doh! (After the credits) It literally left me mentally screaming my head off like Eren when he loses control for maybe a half-hour? And I didn't get to say so before, but I watched the FMA movie Conqueror of Shamballa last week! I was literally shaking like a chihuahua from excitement during and after! I had so much adrenaline and euphoria and possibly other things inside of me I did hard exercise for at least an hour afterwards, and honestly, I didn't feel very tired. XD I started thinking that maybe just the thought of the awesomeness of that movie could give me more energy, which would defs help since I'm now in PE... Now I'm so much happier with the 2003 anime because I got to watch the REAL ending. :D

On with the story!

Ed's POV:

Now we have been searching for a week. It just becomes more pointless the more time that passes by. Why are we still in the North? I highly doubt our suspect would still be around here. I can tell Winry and Alphonse are having some trouble with motivation, too. They have more patience than me, but not THAT much. So what now?

I eventually took a break after a few hours searching for the day. I walked to the nearest empty place where I could be alone and not feel like I could get kidnapped. (Wait- catnapped.) I sat/laid there, mindlessly flexing my paws to sheathe and unsheathe the little claws. I also tried doing the same to my automail leg, but the toes didn't move as much. I realized this was one of the small opportunities I could use to practice fighting. Looking around and making sure no one could see me, I started jumping around, pouncing, swiping, kicking, just trying to figure out how to defend myself like a cat. I had already tried before a few times before, and now the moves were feeling a little more natural.

It was a while until I realized my break may have been too long, and I should start getting back to work so Al and Winry wouldn't worry. Panting a little, I walked slowly back out into the open, and looking around, I guessed that I was gone between half an hour to an hour.

By the end of the day, I was returning to the inn, when I came upon the DOG. Yes! I've been waiting for this! We once again took our battle positions, and I made the first move as soon as it looked like my opponent was ready. We never gave the dog's owner a chance to drag him away, and she seemed to understand why some people say you shouldn't try to stop a cat/dog fight. I must have had an expression that looked like pure rage and said "This is personal," even though it isn't. I finally had the chance to vent out my anger from the past couple of weeks of being a cat. I put all my force into my slaps and kicks, and after some heavy-duty punches and other moves being exchanged, I managed to jump over the dog into a certain position. With quickness and strength on my side, I kicked my automail leg across its face hard, ultimately making it fall. I could visibly imagine a big "KO" written over his head as I watched with glee the dog whimper over to the owner, who picked it up like a baby, petting it as she walked away with a sad look on her face. Totally worth it.

I sat there waiting for my heart to calm down a little when I heard the lady complaining loudly to someone. Looking over, I saw ALPHONSE. He looked over at me with, well, I couldn't totally tell what emotion yet. He looked like he was apologizing to the dog's owner, and once she finished with her rant, she continued walking away. Al came up to me and picked me up. He just gave a deep sigh as he carried me back to the destination.

"Look, I knew this would happen at some point. The only good thing I can say about it is that you won. But you'll have to worry about Winry. She got worried about you taking too long to come back, and once she hears you were fighting, prepare for pain."

Al's POV:

When I said that, Brother visibly shuddered. He had good reason too. I just tried to pet his fur a little on the way so he looked a little nicer. He somehow ended up with few scratches as proof of the battle in the first place, so that would probably help him a little once in the presence of the dreaded Winry, but she was still going to hit him.

Once we got to the door to our room, I held Ed up in one hand while unlocking it with the key. I opened the door cautiously, but got surprised when a wrench- I mean, screw, didn't come immediately. I looked over to the couch and realized she was still taking aim before it came flying. Not another second passed before it smacked Brother right in the cranium.

"You idiot! I got worried that something happened because you weren't here yet! Is there a reason why, Alphonse?"

I hesitated before looking down at Brother, who seemed to have accepted his fate already.

"He was fighting a dog."

I quickly dropped him and leaped a few feet away from what would now be a flurry of screws. I don't want to get hit when there's no reason. I couldn't help but watch sympathetically as Winry continued to throw the objects at Edward, taking a bit longer to aim than she had before, probably since now her target is smaller, but she didn't miss once nonetheless.

Winry's POV:

The next day, we had decided to just relax at the nearest park, but not staying out too long since it was freezing outside. Ed was spread out on both mine and Al's legs as we pet him to make sure he still stayed a little warm. There was a comfortable silence between the three of us, besides the occasional soft purr from Edward. We all enjoyed the peacefulness of the moment, perhaps looking around to see few people walk by, or the white snow, most of it untouched.

I randomly glanced at some person that was a few yards away from us, who had their hood up and a thick scarf on, which I obviously just thought was from being out here, and it wasn't while I looked back up a few seconds later when I was able to catch their eyes- and they were gold. I didn't even get the chance to do a double-take, but there was no mistaking it. That person had golden eyes just like Ed's.

MUAHAHAHAHA I wonder if I'm the only person that understands the tiny hints I'm giving about the criminal. Probably. You guys will get it once they are revealed. Maybe you will look back at previous chapters and be like "OOOOOH now I get it! :D" I hope so... And I hope the alchemy technique makes sense to the readers, cuz I'm kinda coming up with a whole new thang right now.

Happy Martin Luther King Jr's Day! (I kinda wish the holiday's name was shorter...) K bai!