Prepare for one major long-arse author's note at the bottom…SPREAD THE WORD OF KONY!
I do not own FMAB…-sobs-
Note: This chapter will mostly be based of the manga version.
Just One of Those Days
Chapter Nine: New PROBLEMS, More Clues
"Your father?" Ling questioned and Al nodded.
"Yes, my father has been missing for ten years, and now it seems he's come back to our hometown." Al explained, to clarify the story he had begun telling us about how his father had been missing and had now apparently shown up smack dab out of nowhere.
"Is it okay if you don't go to meet him?" Ling questioned and I snorted, rolling my eyes.
"Umm, even if we do meet, I don't know if we should have a talk." Al answered nervously and Ling raised an eyebrow.
"You despise him?" Ling asked curiously.
"Despise? No… You're mistaken, I don't despise him, but neither do I have much memories of him. But I do want to talk to him about Alchemy. As reading as much of the books possible that my father left behind, he leaves the impression of being the one who is the most capable…Oh, geez, ah…" Al suddenly started getting nervous, covering his face and we all blinked at him in curiosity.
"Surely if it's my brother, he'll be opposing everything my father has to say… In the worse case, he may thrash our father…"
"I can easily imagine that…" Winry stated, sweat dropping.
Al looked at Ling and blinked curiously, "Ling, do you have a good relationship with your father?"
My ears perked up and I looked at Ling curiously and wondered how he would reply.
"Whether we have a good relationship or not, I've never had a conversation with him." Ling said with a deadpan and I sweat dropped.
"S-sorry! Was it something I shouldn't have said?" Al asked nervously.
"I offer my sincerest apologizes." Winry said sympathetically.
"Sucks for you." I said simply.
"Can you stop your wild imaginations on what my life is like?" Ling said, eyebrow twitching. "The other party is the emperor himself, what do you make of that? He's not someone you can easily talk to you know."
"…of Xing?" Winry questioned.
"Yes."
"So Ling can be said to be the son of the Emperor?" Al asked.
"Yes." Ling said, making one of those, 'aren't I amazing' gestures with his hand that involved him flipping his bangs upward and sparkles appearing.
Winry and Al blinked, looking up as if they were picturing something and I had the oddest feeling of déjà vu.
"Didn't we already go over something like this?" I questioned, scratching the side of my head as Al and Winry suddenly burst out laughing.
"Lan Fan I'm being made fun of aren't I?" Ling questioned, pointing towards a laughing Al and Winry and Lan Fan began to emit a dangerous aura.
"Shall I just kill these unworthy commoners?"
"Do you usually get so surprised like this?" Ling asked, looking at Winry who held a hand to her face and looked to be controlling herself from bursting out laughing.
"Nah, sorry, this is just way beyond too much to handle…"
"Therefore how about it, eh? If you become my wife you might become the future empress, move up the social ladder, eh?" Ling proposed, he and Winry looking as if they were planning some sinister overtake.
"Ho, ho…"
"So how about it Winry? One marriage and…"
"Oooh, I can't because there's a person in this country that depends on me for my auto mail skills!" Winry laughed, slapping Ling with a wrench.
"Is that so?" Ling sighed forlornly, and cast me a glance as I snickered in the background. "It'd be nice to have a wife such as you, considering how much nicer you are compared to Ghosty."
"Not my fault I was born a spunky ginger." I shrugged, grinning devilishly, "But I do send my condolences to any girl unfortunate enough to end up as your wife."
"…but how can the son of an emperor go around lying dead on the streets and sponging meals off of others?" Alphonse questioned as Lan Fan came in-between Winry and Ling, whom had blood dripping from his mouth.
"Come on, those are some pretty insignificant things, right?" Ling reasoned.
"Not really." I said simply and Ling stretched a hand out and pinched my cheek.
"Lesh gof!" I growled, slapping his hand away as I rubbed my cheek gingerly, casting a glare at Ling whom merely ignored me and turned to Lan Fan.
"There are what, more than twenty sons of the emperor?" Ling pondered.
"Officially, there are twenty-four sons and 19 daughters of the emperor." Lan Fan answered briskly and I blinked in surprise, trying to register what this meant.
"Xing is a country made up of a congregation of more than 50 tribes, a daughter of each tribe is chosen to be his concubine and bear his children. My mother was the Yao clan's representative and I am the product of that marriage, my emperor thus had his twelfth son." Ling continued and I blinked, still trying to register something.
"Twelfth…" Winry said in awe.
"But what about succession rights?" Alphonse questioned, and Ling nodded.
"That's right, that's exactly the problem I am facing now. The emperor has been bed-ridden with his recent illness; somehow, it seems that he won't hold out much longer. Currently, the various clans of Xing are starting to ferment a succession war. Whether it's this guy or that guy, their heads are all filled with fantasies of becoming the next emperor."
"So that's it, you're chasing after immortality because of the possibility of your death…and…Eh! But if you bring back the way to immortality, then the current emperor wouldn't have to die." Al stated.
"And Ling wouldn't get his chance of succession." Winry conceded.
"I already said that the current emperor won't hold out any longer." Ling stated simply, "Bringing back, "Something that looks like The Way of Immortality." Would make him happy for that short moment. While he lives for my efforts, my clan's standing will be raised even if by a small amount, after that, I shall seize the throne. In coming to this country, I hold the fate of 500,000 members of the Yao clan in my hands, I'm depending on the Philosopher's stone and any legends related to it." Ling explained and turned to Al.
"Now, I need to know the secrets of your body." Ling demanded. "Your soul is affected to that suit of iron, without a perishable, organic body, you and Ghosty are my closest leads to immortality."
Alphonse was quiet for a moment before he burst out laughing, but I was pulled from my reverie when I noticed that odd, almost bitter tone in his voice.
"It's useless Ling. Let alone being immortal, it's doubtful that I'm experiencing the ordinary life that a perfect human would have led. It's just like a time bomb alright, this body."
Everyone was silent; a dreading mood hanging over before my mind finally was able to grasp the thought from earlier.
"The emperor must be a player!"
…
Everyone looked at me, blinking in curiosity and then I frowned, stumbling upon a new problem.
"But wait, if he's got that many kids, how many storks did it take to get them all to him?" I questioned and Ling blinked, looking very confused.
"What do you mean by storks Ghosty?" Ling asked and I snorted, rolling my eyes.
"Storks, you know the white birds that bring babies to families." I explained and Ling continued to look at me as if I had lost my mind.
"Ghosty." Winry started, looking at the space where I held a pillow up to show where I was, "Where exactly do you think babies come from?"
"Storks." I answered, obviously these guys had never been taught how babies were created, "You know, the big cloud people make the babies out of clouds and then storks deliver them to the moms waiting in the hospital." I answered simply.
"Demon," Fanny started, looking to where Winry was looking, "You do know that that's not how babies are made right? And merely a nursery tale meant to explain the reproduction system to curious children?"
"What? Who told you that?" I asked, looking confusedly towards Lan Fan, "My parents told me that was how babies were made, what the hell are you guys talking about?"
"Ghosty, that's not how babies are made." Ling said slowly, looking as if he couldn't believe what he was hearing.
"Pssh, you guys are just a bunch of kids that don't know the real way babies were made." I said smugly, shaking my head sadly at the three.
"Wow." Alphonse stated, "I didn't know that's how babies were made!"
"Al, that's not-" Winry started and then froze, beginning to sweat nervously as both Al and I peered at her curiously.
"What do you mean Winry?" We asked at the same time and Winry hung her head, looking unable to say anymore.
"Oh, Ghosty." Ling said sadly, shaking his head before a peculiar gleam made its way to his eye and a smirk played on his face. "You're parents never explained the birds and the bees to you? Well,"
Ling suddenly leaned in closer and put a hand on either side of me.
"Would you like a demonstration?"
"LING!" Winry shouted, slamming a wrench into his head and causing Ling to collapse to the floor in a bloody twitching heap as Lan Fan began to flock around him frantically.
"Ling can make babies?" I questioned, brows furrowing in confusion and Winry laughed nervously.
"In a sense I suppose…"
"But Ling's not a cloud person." Al interjected and Winry looked as if she were in a pickle.
"Yes, well, Ling has, um, the ability, yes! - the ability to sort of make babies too."
"How so?" I questioned and Winry blushed, while Ling suddenly reappeared by my side and smirked.
"As I said, I could always give you a demonstration-"
I blinked in confusion as Winry smacked him once more on the head with a wrench, sputtering about how inappropriate that was.
I blinked and shook my head.
What a bunch of weirdoes.
I took a deep breath, quietly slipping out into the cool night air. Red eyes darted around as I surveyed my surroundings and slowly slunk into the graveyard, which appeared to be much more ominous due to the black sky.
A single moon shone out in the dark night, illuminating the sterling silver grave that I approached, casting it into a shining like appearance and causing it to give off the impression that the entire grave was made of diamonds.
A steady pounding began to resound in my head; I clenched my teeth and crouched down in front of the grave. My hand trailed over the scratched out area where the letters to the name should be, and with a sigh, I glanced upward and studied the engravings that remained visible.
It was just my luck that the graveyard was a little less than three miles away, which allowed me to stay within the max of the necklaces boundaries, though I could already feel my form tugging gently towards the direction in which the necklace laid, snuggly locked around Ling's neck.
"The Petal Alchemist..." I whispered softly, trailing my hand in a sort of wavy line of the letters. The motion itself seemed familiar, and I couldn't help but feel a sharp tug coming from the grave itself, as if something were calling to me, whispering.
"So, what's gotten you so interested in the Petal Alchemist?" A voice asked curiously and I hissed, whipping around and backing away a few steps to come face to chest with a blue military uniform.
Scooting back a few more steps, I looked up and my eyes flickered in recognition at the black haired male before me.
"You... You were that guy next to that lady and the little girl from yesterday." I said slowly, eyes narrowing, "Who are you and how can you see me?"
"Well, aren't you the little feisty one." He chuckled, running a hand through his hair.
He had a carefree smile on his face, but his eyes were hardened in suspicion, eyeing me carefully and cautiously.
"But, I should be the one asking the questions here."
"What gives you the rights?" I snapped back quickly, eyes narrowing dangerously and a slight growl to my voice.
He blinked in surprise and laughed, shaking his head.
"What?" I demanded, not liking the fact that he seemed to be finding some sort of amusement in talking to me.
"You're just absolutely adorable!" He cooed, lunging forward and enveloping me in a bear hug.
I stood frozen stiff at the sudden form of affection and I left my mouth agape, unable to grasp onto what the hell I should do as he began to rub his cheek against the top of my head as if I were his daughter.
"Aw, you're like a kitty cat." He gushed, and I growled, slipping out of his grip I turned around to face him, now tensed to dash away if he tried to hug me again.
"Alright, Mr. I-Like-To-Randomly-Hug-People, who the hell are you and what do you want?" I snapped and he grinned.
"I'm Maes Hughes, and I don't really want anything, just curious as to why someone like you is all out here alone, and," He looked up, his glasses flashing in the moonlight and hiding his eyes, "why someone as young as you is dead."
I froze, and then blinked, eyeing the man for a few moments before sighing and plopping down onto the floor cross legged and looking up at the man curiously.
"I'm Ghosty." I stated simply, extending a hand out to shake and Maes happily did so, eyes still watching me curiously.
"So, Ghosty, what's your story?" He questioned, plopping down in front of me and I shrugged, absently running my hand through the grass, only to frown when it passed harmlessly through my form.
"I don't really know to much myself, just woke and realized I was like this." I gestured to my spiritual-like form and he nodded, not prying much more.
"What about you?" I questioned, curious as to how he died.
"Ah, let's just say I was, well, murdered, to be blunt." He said sheepishly, rubbing the back f his head and I nodded.
"That must suck."
"Yeah, it does."
We sat there in silence for awhile and I fidgeted, unsure as to how I should go at this.
"So, how long have you been dead?"
"For awhile now." He answered simply, his eyes becoming a little glassy as he rubbed his chest subconsciously, obviously remembering something, "I'm stuck here until a friend of mine can get over the fact that I've passed on and stop looking for revenge."
"It's a dangerous thing." I mused and he nodded, eyeing me curiously.
"You're rather young to have died, how'd it happen?"
"Like I said, just woke up like this, and I'm not to sure if I'm dead." I stated slowly, trying to sort out what I knew in my head, "But I think I'm here until I can find my body."
"Seems we're both in a pickle." He chuckled and I nodded absent mindedly.
"So Hughes-"
"Call me Maes. Or Uncle Maes if you'd like~" He said, grinning like an idiot and I blinked.
"Right, so Maes, since you've probably been dead – no offense – longer than me, how exactly does this whole...ghost thing work?" I asked, hoping for a shed of guidance from a person that was in the same boat as me.
"You know, you seem to be taking this all in rather calmly." He said, looking at me with a glint in his eye, "How come?"
"How am I supposed to know?"
He chuckled and shook his head, gazing off towards a shiny new grave that I assumed was his own.
"Well, obviously from what I've heard before, ghost are only here because they've got unfinished business, or something's keeping them from moving on, say a lover perhaps, like someone unable to let go of their very existence."
"I think I fall into the first category." I interrupted and he nodded, grinning a bit as he continued on.
"And usually we have something keeping us here, an object, and our chain to this world." He explained and an image of the necklace flashed through my head.
"What's your chain?" I asked curiously, and he smiled, though a sad look crept into his eyes.
"My wife and daughter." He said softly and I made a small 'oh' sound.
"Speaking of which, would you like to see some pictures of my adorable daughter? She's to die for!" He gushed, suddenly getting all up in my personal space and I felt my eye twitch.
"Man, you're just like an adult Ling...Just less fox-faced..." I muttered and Maes blinked.
"Who's Ling? That guy that was here with you yesterday? What is he, your boyfriend or something?"
"When hell freezes over." I said, a tick mark appearing on my head, "Anyways, do you know anything about someone being called the Petal Alchemist?"
"Yes, I just happen to know quite a bit actually." He said, tapping his chin in thought, "She's a bit older than me I believe, I know she had a husband, but I'm not sure what happened to him after she passed away."
"Do you know her name? Or have you ever met her before?" I asked him eagerly, feeling as if I was starting to finally get somewhere.
"I'm afraid I don't, but I have met her before, once."
"What's she like?" I asked, feeling like a little kid that wanted to hear more about their favorite character from a story.
"She was pretty bold, she had a very sharp tongue and was a bit of a hothead, though, she was very kind, she went out of her way to help others out, even if they told her to stay away, I would know." He chuckled, shaking his head, "She was the one that saved my daughter from getting hit by a car."
I blinked in surprise and I felt my eyes grow a bit heavy, "And that was how she died right?"
"What? Where'd you hear that?" Maes asked in surprise, looking baffled that I had ever thought such a thing, "her death was unknown, I believe she was sent off on a mission and just disappeared, they found her body, but no one could figure out how she died."
"What?" I asked, my turn to be surprised as my eyes widened in shock, "But someone told me that she was killed saving a little girl from getting hit by a car."
"That much is half true, but she didn't die from that, where'd you hear that from anyway?" Maes asked, curiosity gleaming in his eyes and I shook my head, my mind churning over this new dose of information.
"It's not important but Maes, I need you to do me a favor, if you find any leads as to where my body is, please, tell me, I've got to get going now." I cursed, looking up at the now lighter sky, signaling that dawn was approaching, "Ling's going to wake up soon and I don't want to not be there when he wakes up."
"Alright then kid," Maes smiled, also standing up, "It was nice meeting someone with the same problem as me."
"Likewise." I nodded, turning around to walk away when Maes reached a hand out and tapped my shoulder.
"But, kid, since I'm doing you a favor, mind doing one for me?"
"What is it?" I asked and his eyes took on a serious tone as he looked down on me.
"I have a friend, his name's Roy, Roy Mustang, also known as the Flame Alchemist, I need you to do me a favor, snap him out of his funk, get him to let go and don't let revenge take a hold of him alright? This is something I need you to do for me, I can't let him fall and become something he's worked so hard to get rid of." Maes said, his eyes glimmering with a slight plea and I nodded, holding out my pinky.
"I swear on my life – well, um...existence! I swear on my existence, that I'll follow through and help you out, even if you are from the military." I said rather distastefully and Maes grinned, shaking my pinky with his own.
"But wait," I started, realizing something, "What if this friend of yours doesn't believe me when I say that this is what you wanted?"
Maes paused a moment and then smirked, a slight nostalgic look coming into his eyes.
"Tell him this; "The guys with a girl waiting for them back home are always the one's to go first."
"Got it." I said, not exactly understanding what that was supposed to mean but I shrugged, before mock saluting the soldier.
"Good luck kid."
"Same to you old man."
As I neared the hotel, a shuffle in the alley next to me caught my attention, turning around, I blinked in surprise as I fluffy, soft furred ginger tabby she-cat came tumbling out. When she stood up and shook herself, she looked up and blinked at me and I blinked back.
She let out a tiny meow and began to rub against my leg, purring softly.
I bent down and cautiously picked her up, surprised to see that she didn't slip through my hands.
"Well, well, we've got a ghost-seeing kitty here now don't we?" I said to the cat that merely meowed in response, letting a deep purr rumble through her as she nuzzled against my neck.
"You know, you're pretty affectionate for a street cat." I mused, carrying her with me as I entered the back door of the hotel, silently hoping that no one would notice a floating cat.
Taking a closer look I noticed that she had small white spots splashed all over her body, shaped to look a little bit bigger than spots and had gentle curves at each pattern tip, she had clear blue eyes and normal sized whiskers, overall, a rather pretty cat.
"Well, know, I'm sure bringing you in won't hurt anyone." I cooed to the cat that purred in response.
I heard a loud hiss behind me and turning around, I blinked at the black tom cat that crouched behind me, red eyes narrowed and teeth bared as he hissed at the ginger tabby.
The ginger tabby in my arms did something rather odd, sticking her tongue out at the black tom; she let out a small hiss and clung harder to my form, flicking the tip of her tail back and forth.
"Whoa, I sense a cat fight coming on..." I said slowly, beginning to back away as the black kitty continued to hiss at the ginger, before suddenly leaping up and clinging tightly to my neck, curling himself around and refusing to let go.
The ginger tabby let out a hiss of protest but the black one merely purred against my neck, refusing to heed the ginger's protest and remain glued to me.
I blinked, wondering how on earth I had ended up with two cats but shrugged, moving inside I entered our room, dropping the cats onto the floor, I silently made my way into the room Ling and I shared, turning around I closed the door behind me.
Mission successful.
"So, where have you been?"
On second thought, maybe not.
I warily turned around and came face to face with a very miffed looking Ling whom sat cross legged on the bed, eyes narrowed, and a frown plastered on his normally idiotic face.
"Uh, hi?" I offered, suddenly wishing that I was outside with the cats.
"Hey, Ghosty, where have you been?" Ling asked curiously, though his tone was anything but curious, if anything, it was demanding.
"What are you talking about?" I asked, raising and eyebrow and rolling my eyes. "I've been in the hotel room the whole time, though earlier I went down and walked around for a bit, why?" I asked and Ling's eyes narrowed further, his dark orbs eyeing me carefully.
"You're lying."
Damn.
"No I'm not." I said with a slight growl, putting on an annoyed façade, "And besides, who says that you have to know wherever I am?"
"That's not the point Ghosty, and yes you are, I could tell by your posture that that's a flat out lie, plus, there's a cat right behind you." Ling said simply, and I glanced down to see the black kitty sitting on his haunches and looking up at me curiously.
D-a-m-n.
"While I was downstairs I saw a cat outside and picked him up, figured a little milk wouldn't hurt." I said stiffly and Ling sighed, getting up and approaching me slowly.
Before he could corner me at the door, I darted around the room and went to the other side completely opposite of him. Ling blinked in surprise and turned around, raising an eyebrow.
"Why'd you move Ghosty?"
"Because I don't like that creepy ass look on your face." I said, not missing a beat and Ling blinked, shaking his head.
"Ghosty if you would just stay still, I'm sure-"
I darted to the other opposite side of him.
"Ghosty, will you just-"
Dart.
"Ghosty, come on-"
Dart.
"Ghosty-"
Dart.
Ling stopped and sighed, shaking his head as he stared at me, and I stared right back, challenging him with my fiercest glare.
Suddenly Ling disappeared, the black kitty hissed and I froze in shock as I felt something appear behind me. Just as I darted out of the grip, a hand came out and jabbed a series of spots on my back, I grinned, slipping away and turned around to smirk victoriously at Ling.
"Hah! Even your weird ninja-move thingies didn't work on me!" I declared and Ling simply smiled and pointed downwards.
I looked downwards and Ling struck, leaping forward he pinned me to the carpeted floor; his lower body straddled my waist and kept me pinned to the floor. I cursed as my head nearly slipped through the floor before bouncing back and hardening, causing my head to basically slam into the floor.
And it hurt.
A lot.
Ling's hands pinned mine on either side of me and I glared up at him as he looked down, eyes narrowed slightly and a faint trickle of amusement on his face.
Oh, he so better not be enjoying this.
"Now, Ghosty, mind telling me where you were?" He asked simply, frowning when I didn't speak and merely growled, struggling against his grip.
Ling hit a point on my neck and I froze.
Like, literally froze.
My arms went limp and my legs lost feeling, my eyes widened in shock and Ling let go of my hands, which were now pretty much useless.
"Ling! What the hell did you do?" I exclaimed angrily, trying to get feeling back into my arms and legs to no avail.
"Just a simple Xingese technique." Ling said smugly, then leaning downwards, his eyes peered at me dangerously, and I felt that old dominant battle rising once more. "Now will you tell me where you were?"
"What's it to you?" I questioned, eyes narrowing and Ling frowned, obviously not pleased with how I was reacting to this all.
"You know, most girls, when pinned down various times by someone, would blush or give in."
"You know, most guys don't go and pin ghost girls and invade their personal space."
"Ghosty, Ghosty, Ghosty." Ling sighed, shaking his head in a 'tsk, tsk' motion, "Why must you be so stubborn?"
"Why must you be so annoying?" I retorted and Ling paused, looking as if he were analyzing how to approach this situation.
"As your keeper, I demand you tell me where you were." Ling said finally and I scoffed, rolling my eyes.
"You're not my keeper, heaven forbid."
"Then, I simply demand you tell me."
"On what grounds?"
"I'm a prince."
"So?"
"Commoners always must obey their superiors."
"I see no one above me at the moment."
"I am actually."
"Haha, stop it, you're killing me."
"I don't appreciate the sarcasm."
"Oh, my bad, I wasn't aware that you didn't like it."
"Very funny Ghosty."
"Why thank you Ling."
"I demand you tell me where you've been!"
"I already asked this, on what grounds?"
"I'm a prince of a country!"
"And I'm a ghost!"
"You should obey me!"
"You should fear me! Boo!"
"Not funny Ghosty."
"Huh, I thought you said I was funny earlier."
"Why won't you just answer me?"
"Because I don't want to."
"But I'm supposed to be the dominant one in this relationship; therefore you have to listen to me."
"WHAT REALTIONSHIP?"
"Oh, you know you love me."
"I love you as much as I love the dust bunnies under the bed, oh, wait, I love them more."
"Why must you be so stubborn!"
"Why don't you just leave me alone!"
"Tell me where you were!"
"No!"
"Yes!"
"No!"
"Yes!"
"No!"
"Yes!"
"No!"
"No!"
"Ye- wait a minute!"
"Damn, I almost got you…"
"Ling just give it up." I snapped, looking up at the prince with clear annoyance, "I'm not saying anything alright? I went out for a walk, there's nothing more to say."
Ling was quiet for a moment and then he got a weird look on his face.
And for a moment, I thought he looked, well, scared.
"What if you had left me?"
"What?" I asked, looking up at him in confusion and then Ling bent down, resting his head against my chest.
"Never leave my side Ghosty." Ling murmured softly and I rolled my eyes, trying to shove him off when I remembered I couldn't feel my arms.
"What the hell's that supposed to mean?"
Ling was quiet for a moment before he muttered quietly, "I can't hear your heart."
"Well, no duh, I'm a ghost remember?"
"What's it like to not have a heart beating inside you?" Ling questioned curiously and I blinked, trying to get a feel for what it meant.
"It feels..."
Empty.
"Normal, there's nothing missing really. There's actually something of a heartbeat, there's still a pulse, and my heart is there I suppose, the heart beat is just off."
"What do you mean by off? I thought you said that you didn't have a heart beating inside you?"
"It's not exactly beating, it's like, pulsing, and I don't think blood's flowing so it's more like it's pulsing a life force."
"How come I can't hear it then?"
"Shut up and listen closer."
Ling complied and I felt him stiffen.
"How come I can hear it now?"
"Like I said, my beat's a little off, but it's there, it just feels a bit more...Out of place."
"You know Ghosty; it seems like everything you say contradicts whatever it is you said before."
"Shut up."
Ling sighed, and then moved his head upwards, I looked down and paused, his eyes locked onto mine and I felt myself unable to move, my breath became slower, and my pulse began to pound in a way I couldn't describe.
His eyes stayed locked on mine, daring me to look away, my red eyes hardened in response and stared right back, unaware of the new emotion creeping up into Ling's eyes, causing them to darken with something unidentifiable. He raised himself higher until he towered over me once more, his eyes broke contact from mine and for a moment, roamed over my body before trailing back up, his eyes holding such a strong emotion that I couldn't identify or even begin to comprehend.
"You know Ghosty..." Ling whispered, his voice coming out husky and I felt my body tense, sensing that something had changed, and this wasn't a game anymore.
It was a battle.
"When I said earlier that I could show you how babies were made..." Ling continued his face getting closer and closer.
His eyes seemed to be searching for some sign, and I was unsure of what I should do, it seemed like I was in a field of landmines, one step and I'd end up in a pile of Ghosty guts.
My eyes were stuck on his darkening orbs, unable to register what was going n, and unable to figure out what I should do, his face continued to advance, closer and closer until I could feel a hot breath ghosting over my face, his eyes flittered around my form, trying, searching, looking for some sort of sign. A sign for what, I couldn't figure out.
"I meant it."
"Meow!" The sound of hissing filled the room and a black bundle of fur flew through the air, landing right in Ling's face.
We all blinked in surprise before the cat began to viciously scratch at Ling's face, eyes narrowed as he hissed and Ling exclaimed in surprise, falling backwards and tugging at the black kitty and trying desperately to get him off.
I sat up, feeling the feeling come back to my arms and I stared in bewilderment as the cat and Ling began to tussle, the latter trying to pull the former off.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw the ginger kitty poke her head through the crack in the door and do what I assumed was a cat snicker.
If cats could snicker that is...
"Ow! Get off of me you beast!"
"Meow!"
"Excuse me? I was doing no such thing!"
"Meow! Meow, meow!"
"Why I most certainly am not something as vile as that!"
"Meow."
"Take that back!"
"Mrrrow~"
"Why you little, get off of my face!"
Ling finally managed to pry the black cat off of his face and the kitty leapt back, landing in my arms and purring contentedly against me as it peered devilishly over at Ling.
I snickered at the red marks adorning Ling's face, and Ling scowled, casting a rather hateful glare at the black kitty.
"You know..." I started, looking down at the cat that looked up to me with warm, adorning eyes, "I should give you a name."
"Meow?"
"How about...Coal?"
The cat shook his head.
"Black?"
Hiss.
"Fluffy?"
Poke.
"Um, Henry?"
Hairball.
"Jake?"
Shake.
"Blaze?"
Blink.
"Gilbert?"
Purr.
"Alright then, Gilbert it is." I grinned, gently stroking his head as Gilbert began to purr loudly.
Ling sat up and glared at the cat, and Gilbert glared right back, and I raised my eyebrows at the sudden cackle of energy that seemed to spark between the two.
"Ghosty, that cat's a monster."
"I dunno, I kinda like him."
Gilbert purred.
Okay, this is going to be one long author's note.
-clears throat-
First of all, THANK YOU ALL SO HACKIN MUCH FOR ALL THESE REVIEWS, ALTREADY, OVER A HUNDRED. HOLY MOTHER FUDGING FLYING RAINBOW UNICORNS YOU HAVE GOT TO BE SLAPPING ME. ONLY UP TO NINE CHAPTERS, AND ALREADY THAT MANY.
I. FREAKIN. LOVE. YOU. GUYS.
I MEAN SERIOUSLY, I'M SO HAPPY RIGHT NOW! :D I'M SO HAPPY, THAT I'M GOING TO MAKE ANOTHER SPECIAL! ESPECIALLY SINCE I'VE COME UP WITH SO MANY IDEAS FOR SPECIALS, I SWEAR, THEY KEEP POPPING UP OUT OF NOWHERE.
Now, I have just finished FMAB, and all I can say is...
WHAT A BEAUTIFUL, FREAKIN AWESOME ANIME, WHY, OH WHY DID IT HAVE TO END, YET, IT WAS SO FREAKIN EPIC. I WAS A SOBBING MESS AFTER I FINSIHED IT, AND I WAS SOBBING EVEN HARDER WHEN GREED DIED, HOLY FUDGE, THAT MAN, IS. AWESOME. (Atama, as much as I love Gilbert, Greed deserves to be called awesome too, and if Gilbert and Greed met in real life, I swear, they would get along like butter and toast.) This anime deserves some major creds, and deserves this little mini section for its awesomeness, FMAB you will live on in my heart forever...
Haha~ I have kitties in the story now! XD SPREAD THE WORD OF KONY! HE MUST BE STOPPED! LEARN ABOUT HIM IF YOU DON'T KNOW, HE'S A BAD, BAD MAN TURNING CHILDREN INTO SOLDIERS AND SLAVES, NOT COOL! HE MUST BE STOPPED! SPREAD THE WORD!
-looks at all the reviews she needs to reply to- Well, dang.
yyh-ygo-fma: I know, Ling sure knows how to treat a girl...maybe it is, maybe it isn't! XD They're not really evil, they're merely protecting the world from the horror that is a mary-sue, It is Maes! HOORAY! Yes, our dear Ling and his rather...interesting dreams, THANKS FOR REVIEWING! –hands cake-
LadyKebechet: Thanks for thinking it's awesome! And cute. It's cool, we all have our lazy moments :3 I'm so glad you love it so much! Thanks for reviewing! –hands some cake-
StoneArmAlchemist: Ah! So close, but not exactly, I'll be sure to reveal what the A.M.A.F.P.S means soon enough...maybe...MWAHAHAHAHA! Go bananas, they are truly such tasty yet dangerous treats... are they really? I have such a fun time writing them, it shows a bit more of his sly side if you know what I mean~ Ah, it seems a lot of you are, but memories will slowly come back...maybe... –chomps on virtual cookies- thanks! THANKS FOR REVIEWING! –hands a clump of cake-
Fo-chan (Fate's Obsession): I've got a jar of dirt~ I've got a jar of dirt~ I've got a jar of dirt~ -shot- IT'S THE APOCALYPSE? HOLY MOTHER FUDGE CAKERS RUNNNNNNNNN! Hahah, I've been doing that so much to you guys, I'm so cruel~ XD Yeah, I'll try to update on KHAFMWW soon, the same with Opposites, I've just been pretty preoccupied lately. Thanks! That's so nice! –sparkly eyes- I'M SORRY, I WOULD HAVE UPDATED LAST WEEK BUT FANFICTION WOULDN'T LET ME! I LOVE KIMBLEE! He's better in the Brotherhood series, though I think he get's more screen time in the 2003 if I'm correct, I haven't seen to for awhile. It's cool, I figured it was you my fellow Narutard :3 Wait, 99...HOLY I'M AT A 110 NOW! AHIFRGNKFHKJKLDS Thanks! It's thanks to you all for giving me such nice reviews X3 THANKS FOR REVIEWING! –hands some cake-
xIzumi-chan: Indeed they did, I'm so proud of them... –sniffles- It is quite similar isn't it? When you pointed that out I was thinking how similar it did seem, Ghosty and Rukia are both proud of their –cough- not so good –cough- drawings! I swear, the thought just hit me for the omake and I couldn't stop randomly laughing whenever I thought about it! XD I plan on updating it soon, so none to worry! :D Dude, that sucks, if my e-mail got hijacked I'd be screwed...by a lot...XD THANKS FOR REVIEWING! –hands some tasty cake-
WorldOfMagic711: Was it really? Aw, you're so nice~ Such a smart banana... HUGHES! I KNOW RIGHT? THE THOUGHT JUST RANDOMLY HIT ME AND I SLIPPE DIT IN SOMEHOW :O Thanks for reviewing! –hands some cake-
Eclipsewings: Ah, Ling, such a charmer you are, I'm sure the fashion these days is to go and push girls out of windows, that'll have 'em swarming over you for sure! Hah. Ghosty's unknowingly calling Lan Fan a butt...that's hilarious... –salutes- your sandwhich has done good soldier, its done good. Yes. Gotta love them indeed, -sigh- sadly, if there were a guy like that in real life he'd probably be in jail...so that would suck... I feel that you're close! But so far away~ -snickers- Thanks for reviewing! –hands a chunk of cake-
Spot'sGalFrom1899: I hope I've updated soon enough for you! Don't we all? He's a hot psychotic bomber with a signature smirk and one awesome fedora, it makes me look at mine and frown in disappointment...T^T Thanks for reviewing! –hands cake-
Hari feifer: Awww, you guys are all so nice~ :3 I don't blame your dog, my mom and family give me looks all the time that just scream 'are you going mental?' XD Thanks! I don't think I've seen many ghost stories out here, and I'm glad there's a change to the usual stuff that comes in! Thanks for reviewing! –hands cake-
Lorelei Rinoa: Were there? Haha, my bad, when I write chapters I usually don't read them over thoroughly, it's a habit of mine... chocolate, 'tis a danger yet, such a delicious treat...mmm... Well, that sucks, I hate it when people do that to me, JUST LET ME FINISH MY CORN DANG IT! Its cools~ I'm very easily distracted- SQUIRREL!...-snickers- Ah, well, you'll find out eventually! WELL YOU GET CAKE! XD Thanks for reviewing! –hands a large cake-
Atama Ga Kuru Teru: I must say, you have done your job as a Gilbert-fan well, I'm sure he is very proud of you. Bipolar princes are so much fun to add to the story! XD Ling keeps attacking Ghosty, Ghosty hates Ling...yes, such a true love/hate relationship...if you'd call it a relationship...since this is mostly one-sided...ahahahahahahahah! –shifty eyes- It was just a spur of the moment thing; I was bored, typed it in, and now it seems you guys all like it a lot! XD Thanks for reviewing! –hands some cake-
LadyxAbsinthe: Hah, yeah, I've been trying to add some of that in, I just don't want to spend three paragraphs describing a crack in the wall...though that would be cool...Thanks! I'm glad you guys all liked it so much! Thanks for reviewing! –hands cake-
LeFay Strent: Woah, cool user name... XD I'm glad you were willing to give it a chance and click on it~ I hope you weren't disappointed! :D Ah, but what is a Ling without hunger issues? X3 Thanks for reviewing! –hands some cake-
WapahaniRaiders: Ah, ah, ah~ I'm afraid that won't be revealed for quite awhile, so bear with me! XD Thanks for reviewing! –gives some cake-
HyperFoxChild: Thanks! I'm glad you like it so much! Thanks for reviewing! –hands some cake-
Noface: Aw, I think it sorta just did~ XD Don't explode now! Then you won't be able to read the rest of the story! I'm so happy you love it so much! Thanks for reviewing! –hands cake-
Tailsdoll123: -gasp- Could it be? Is he real?
...
IT'S HUGHES! :D I love him so much, so the least I could do was give him some screen time while being dead...I'm so clever...-shot- She could be~ I'm glad you guys all liked it so much XD Thanks for reviewing! –hands some cake-
Storygirl111: Ahah, I'll see what I can do, and of course! –hands some cake- Thanks for reviewing!
ShafiraHatake: Hmm, can't be Ghosty, the lady's to much older to be... But that's a pretty good guess, aw, that's one way to look at it I guess... I thought he was a bit greedy...but protective works too! XD Maybe half and half? I hope this was soon enough! Thanks for reviewing! –hands some cake-
DoctorWhotaliaandtheOlympians: Okay, that user name is one pain in the arse to type. XD Alright, alright, -hands some cake- there you go! Haha, never underestimate the power of food...-snickers- Hmm, Monica's nice, but it doesn't really suit her in my opinion, I have some ideas though X3 Thanks for reviewing!
Hachikoo: I'm glad you think it's so amazing! Thanks for reviewing! –hands some cake-
a simple fan: That's so nice, I'm glad you like it so much! Thanks for reviewing! –hands cake-
Mein gott. That was a lot of reviews to respond too... I apologize for how long this is, but bear with me, it's almost over. I've just been punched in the face by a plot bunny and I have this new idea for an FMAB story, here's a clip, and tell me what you think!
This trailer is brought to you by Marshmellowtime Productions.
Rain poured down viciously, pounding against the polished wood and sliding down in large drops, trailing over the side before falling over and plopping down into the already rain-soaked grass, where it would fade into the dirt.
I watched, eyes following as they lifted the coffin down into the ground and began to bury it there, dirty covering the polished wood, never to be dug up again.
"He wanted you to have this." A woman said, approaching me and holding out a white envelop with a blue wax seal, the imprint of a seal on it.
My father's seal.
"What is it?" I asked, reaching forward and taking the envelope into my hand curiously, wondering what was inside.
"Open it and find out."
I stared curiously at the envelope, I traced the outline of the seal on the wax and paused, feeling an odd foreboding feeling coming from the envelope itself, as if it were warning me, saying something along the lines of, "Once you open me, you can't go back."
"Can you give me a hint?"
"I'm afraid that if you wish to find out what is inside the envelope, you'll have to open it." She stated firmly and I sighed, eyeing the envelope with growing curiosity as I slipped a finger under the lid.
Thomas has always grown up as child that free reign over their life, never having anyone to tell her what she has to do, she's what the 'nobles' would consider a delinquent, often scoffing at the thought of her taking on such 'unladylike-like' preferences, though any attempts at grooming her to be a 'proper' young lady soon went down the drain.
"Lady Aquardford! Please don't –"
Crash!
"Too late."
"If you would hold still, your mother has so many lovely gowns –"
Crash!
"You'll never take me alive!
If there's one thing I truly regret...
"Are you kidding me?" I exclaimed, slamming my hands down on his desk, "You've got to be joking."
"Not a joke at all I'm afraid, this is very real, and it's your father's last wish."
"But I-"
"Thomas Aquardford, you will be studying overseas at the University of Amestris, and that is final."
The University of Amestris, one of the most well-known and well thought of school, many approve of its fine arts and is extremely hard to get into. It is truly an amazing school, made for the best to learn to be better than the best. It can make the best out of students, grooming them into fine leaders of their time.
"Are you serious?"
"As serious as can be." He smiled, holding out a hand for me to shake, "Thomas Aquardford,"
I blinked, unable to understanding what was truly happening, this couldn't be – I thought that –
"Welcome to The University of Amestris."
It most certainly has to be...
"Who the hell are you?" I asked, eyes narrowing as the stranger grinned, looking like a puppy looking for some well-needed attention.
"You're next door neighbor! I hope we can be really good-"
I slammed the door in his face.
When I made the mistake...
"It can't be that bad right?" I asked, looking at the other boy hopefully when he merely shook his head, a grave look coming into his eye.
"Trust me, for types like us, this will be getting a lot worse."
"But I didn't even want to come here in the first place!"
"Eh, sucks for you."
When Thomas is shipped off overseas to this school, she learns that life isn't all about what she's been doing. And she soon finds herself wrapped in much more situations, plots, and drama than she ever really wished for, especially when the apartment she moves into comes with a certain – no, a few surprises.
I looked up at the large towering building before me; casting me in its shadow and making anyone feel like an ant in comparison to its sheer size. With a deep breath, I gripped my Cheshire plushie and stuff it into my bag, taking a step forward and putting a hand on the knob.
Everything for a moment froze and I found myself staring so deeply at the brass knob, something telling me that I was about to be in for one hell of a ride, and it may just be good as well as bad, there was truly no way of telling.
This was a gamble.
With a shake of my head, my eyes narrowed, and I pushed forward, opening the door to the new world that lay in wait for me.
Of opening that damn envelope.
Stupid Next Door Neighbors
Coming soonish, once I've found out I have time for it.
Tell me what you guys think, and if a lot of you like it, or are interested, I may just post it up sooner than planned, if I can register that I've got the time for it.
Alright and that finally concludes this chapter! Thank you all once more for all of the kind reviews and getting me so far in such a short amount of time, you guys rock!
REVIEW AND I SHALL GIVITH THOU UM, UH, A SPECIAL TICKET THAT YOU GET TO USE (AND I'LL WRITE IT UP) THAT MAKES ROY HAVE TO DO SOMETHING! XD
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