A/N; I deactivated my rp accounts on tumblr with Masaomi as Ed because no one paid any attention to them, even though I tried really hard, so here I'll just be returning to business as usual with the main plot. Try to figure out who's who. So far, Aoba is Alphonse, Ed is Masaomi and Izaya is...Roy? Idk. This chapter may be a tad short.

Chapter 3 Yellow Shogun or Alchemist

Kida Masaomi shrugged as he lay on his bed in his room, trying hard to fall asleep, for some reason he just couldn't. He stared at his right arm; he had sworn earlier today that his arm felt like granite, like solid metal; of course his arm was as normal as it ever had been.

The boy stared in confusion. He shook his head.

"As if my arm would ever be metal, I'm just delusional," He said with a chuckle before he lounged back on his bed, snuggling under the covers. He decided he would watch some TV before he fell asleep, and he eventually did, to the dull noise of the television and its inhabitants talking.

'It wasn't the math, Al, it was us.' Blood, oh so much blood, everywhere. Blood, dripping from where his right arm should be. Masaomi saw blood on his hand-where was his right arm? Oh god, his arm was just a stump.

He was calling for someone. "AL! AL!"

He knew that person. Who was Al? Why did that name break his heart and tear it in two?

Then he saw it. A thing with red eyes, horribly disgusting skin and a disgusting, unnatural gasp as it came toward him, trying to breathe, its arms wrapping around him. He let out a bloodcurdling scream.

Masaomi reached out to feel his left leg. Nothing but blood met him. Where did his left leg and right arm go? Where? Where?

"Alphonse! Alphonse!" He was still screaming for this boy. Who was Alphonse? Why did he matter so much?

Suddenly, the dream warped to Masaomi being covered in his own blood. Mikado was standing above him, smiling, a gun pressed to his forehead.

"I guess I'll be able to see what happens in the next life!"

"Mikado, don't! MIKADO!"

BANG.

Masaomi moaned and wailed. "Why did you do it, you idiot? Why...?"

He was covered in blood. Again, again, again.

'You can stop him, you know. Prevent Mikado from going down this path.'

"How can I? He's already dead!" He moaned, holding his friend close to him.

He swore he saw a golden-eyed boy in front of him, sneering slightly. "Here, let me help you!"

A metal arm met his own, and then a flash of light-

Masaomi awoke with a start, covered in his own sweat.

"What the hell was that all about?" He gasped, pressing his right hand to his forehead. No metal. His right arm was still normal. His gaze went to his left leg. Still normal, too.

"Were those...memories?" He muttered, staring at the ground.

'Yes, of another life! About damned time you remembered, Kida Masaomi!' A sharp voice said from somewhere.

Masaomi jumped. "W-Who the hell said that?" He cried, trying to sound braver than he actually was.

'I did! In your head!'

"I'm going insane," Kida mumbled, "I need to stop watching television before bed..."

'You're not insane! Look in your mirror!'

"Why?" Masaomi questioned, but his eyes widened as his reflection distorted to show another boy who resembled him a lot, but with longer hair and a metal arm. "You're the kid from my dream!" He cried.

"Very accurate," Ed said. "What's my name?"

"Uh...Alphonse?" Masaomi said. "Look, I'm officially insane."

"Edward is my name."

"Edward," Masaomi mumbled, "Nope, doesn't ring a bell."

His reflection facepalmed.

"Look, you can change the future. Make it so your friend doesn't do those crazy things!"

"How can I, if he's a gang leader, too?" He mumbled.

"Did your dream tell you that?" Ed said, smiling.

"Yeah..." Masaomi muttered, collapsing into a chair by his bed."It's not like I can just tell him, hey, don't you dare press a gun to your head and kill yourself, he'll think I'm crazy."

"Not necessarily."

Masaomi tilted his head. "How so?"

Ed smiled. "I have an idea, you see."