I can't believe how hard I tried on this last chapter and how BAD it was. So I decided to rewrite a few typoes and such, and change a few sentences. Not much really changed other than a bit of Cat in the body Ed's reason for turning back to normal. And I also decided that this won't be the last chapter afterall, just because it really is a terrible ending. So I'll write more… you have to understand that I rarely ever get to a point to write an ending, so even with another few chapters the ending might still suck.

Thanks to all of you who have read this far! I loves you!

When the kittens were fed a researcher came in. Or if nothing else, a person wearing a white coat who looked like she'd be a researcher.

"Y-You aren't supposed to be in here…" came a shy reprimand.

"What are you going to do with this kittens?!" Al asked her, in his own way of yelling.

The girl shook her head and tears came to her eyes before she turned and ran from the room.

I would have laughed a bit but the numb feeling from earlier was coming back. I had finally realized that my goal of being returned to normal would end up putting my soul back into the cat. I didn't quite want that.

As I watched Al play sulkily with the kittens another thought came to me. Al had been treating me strangely, and I had been keeping things from him, unlike the original me.

"If I do it for Al…" I mumbled while picking up little me. "How'd you get my soul?"

Unexpectedly, little me actually had an answer for my question.

"The Truth actually doesn't hate me! He likes me!"

I flashed back over some rather bad memories with the thought "YEAH RIGHT!! He likes toying with me! ...you?" and I looked at the cat, unsure which of us I should be referring to.

Al laughed, looking across at me and little me who was now purring as I held it in my hand. That's how small it was.

"I'm surprised Ed, you usually don't take a liking to cats! I guess it just took a cat that was like you, huh?"

I gave him a smile as I thought "It doesn't have to be like me, it has to be me…", but I guess I didn't fake the smile well enough.

"Are you alright Big Brother? You've been acting kinda strange today."

I was about to answer when Mustang walked in. I silently thanked him for coming in so I wouldn't have to lie any more to Al just then. There was no way I was going to tell him that my soul was not what it was supposed to be. He'd probably not believe me, or would start ignoring me or something. He might even cry.

"Edward, why aren't you in your room? You should be lying down, you just lost your tail."

I was surprised he could say that with a straight face.

"Thanks for reminding me of the pain! I was just starting to forget it!"

"Just get back in your room."

I stood up. Al asked Mustang what would happen to the kittens, and he answered that if Al wanted them, he could have them. They were on their way to a pound after the researchers had made sure that there was nothing wrong with them. They had all been in Raleigh's lab it seemed.

"That makes sense!" I said, quite loudly as I looked at the kitten lying in the palm of my hand.

"It makes sense because that cat is a runt like you?"

Little me woke up and bit me before I could get mad at Mustang.

"I'M NOT LITTLE!!" it meowed. I'm embarrassed to say that tears came to my eyes as it continued to tear and bite at my already previously bitten and scratched hand.

As I managed to pick it up by the scruff of its neck, I glared at Mustang.

"Thanks for that!" but Mustang had his back turned and stood a little ways off, shaking. That made me even angrier because the only thing that shaking could mean was laughter.

"Al! Take care of every single one of those cats! GOT IT?!"

Al was shocked before realizing what I was plotting. "Big Brother, we can't use the cats to get Mr. Mustang! Besides, Mr. Hughes wouldn't want all of these running around his house."

Hughes came in just as Al said that.

"Of course we can have all of these kittens! Can you picture Elysia covered in kittens?!" He whipped out his camera, and I was stunned, as stunned as my numbed state would let me be, as Al pulled out a camera as well.

Al turned towards me and clicked a picture just as I looked down and started to pet a calmed down kitten that sat in my hand.

"I got a picture of Ed and Little Ed!" I jumped a little at the name Al had picked for little me.

"Why do you call it Little Ed?" Hughes asked.

A still laughing Mustang turned around, "because of this, HEY! SHRIMP!"

I hurriedly dropped little me onto the floor and backed away as it spazzed.

I then realized that the insult was also directed at me. "Hey, wait a second… I'm NOT SHORT!"

I picked little me up the moment it was calm and stormed out of the room. I headed towards the room I had awoken in, hearing Al say "Give him a minute," behind me. Mustang and Hughes were now laughing together.

I paused for only a moment in front of my room. I realized as I stood there that the longer I waited to attempt the only way I could think of to turn back to normal, the harder it would be for me to go through with it. So a turned and walked straight past my room and continued down the hall, up the first flight of stairs I could find, and straight up to the roof.

I was still feeling numb and my mind felt clouded. I had come to the conclusion as I watched how much faster little me reacted to a short comment then I did. I should make things right as soon as possible. That, and I feared that if I wasn't feeling numbed, I wouldn't be able to go through with what I was about to do.

The only way I could think of to return to normal was to attempt transmutation. That transmutation would have to be on little me so that we both entered the gate. I had no other ideas.

"Better to die trying than to live a lie!" I yelled as I clapped my hands together. I pressed them against little me, who I had brought up the stairs with me and had placed on the ground in front of me.

I raced down the stairs. A small black kitten sat on my shoulder, quite a bit bigger and without a tail than when I had last seen it. I couldn't understand its small meows, but I had made up my mind to give it as much care as I tried to give Al.

I wouldn't tell Al about the cat's time in my body, I was sure that this cat wouldn't want that. The other thing I was sure of was that all I would tell Al about how I had returned to normal was that an idea had struck me to use the cat. He would probably be mad at me, but I deserved any of Al's anger since I would be partially lying.

I tripped over my clothes and landed on my face. It wasn't that far to fall. I looked like I was five again, but I still had all my limbs, and this time I had my own soul. I stood up and continued down the stairs. It was a good thing Truth liked me.

I couldn't wait to start going to school and forget about being part of the military. Al and I had our bodies back, and we had friends and we considered those friends to be family.

A loud and joyful meow came from the little black cat holding on as best it could as I leaped down the last flight of stairs.

"Don't let go Keesa(1)!"

The only name that could be for a boy that meant kitten on .