Last time on Worlds Apart:
Lisa somehow landed in the realm of Truth, who sent her into the FullMetal world. She landed in the fight with Scar, saving Ed from a grisly death. Now, after easily gaining Al's trust, she must convince Ed and the Rockbells to trust her.
"Lisa Naomi Green. I was wondering when you'd finally come visit.""I AIN'T PLAYIN' YO CRAZY ASS GAMES YOU SONOVEABITCH!" "Promise me you won't hurt my brother!""This is the devil's research." "Get up, you lazy bag of bones or I'll beat you to a pulp." "I'd love to see you try."
I bite my lip and twiddle my thumbs. Winry and Pinako whisper between themselves. We're in the middle of a questionnaire/interrogation. They nod and turn to me. I drop my hands into my lap. Winry speaks first.
"So how did you get your...uhm..." "My powers?" I supply. She nods. "How'd you get your powers?" I tap my forehead, frowning thoughtfully. 'God was that only three years ago? It feels like centuries!' "If I recall correctly, when I was about 14 years old and my sister was 10, we were sent to a private school. It turned out to be a multi-dimensional school for aspiring heroes. The superintendant gave my sister and me our powers and made us promise to use them for good. Now that I think about it, HE'S the Man Upstairs!" The who?" asked Winry, a puzzled expression on her face. "He runs the multi-verse." I explain. "He keeps the balance between dimensions. I think he created the multi-verse actually." Pinako motions Winry to be quiet before turning to me again. The old woman, as small as she is, makes me extremely nervous. Maybe cause she reminds me of Chi-Chi? No, Winry's more like Chi-Chi. Whatever it is, it's so familiar a feeling that it makes me feel sick in the stomach. "You said you had a sister, right?" I nod. "Yes ma'am. My little sister Ivy." Pinako picks up her pipe and studies my face. "Where is your sister now?"
I shrug. "At home I guess. She might be trying to get into this dimension, but I doubt it." Pinako frowns. "Shouldn't you keep better tabs on her? She is your sister after all." "I try to, but when one of us gets stuck like this, the duties of the other get doubled." "Duties?" I nod. "My sister and I keep the peace between dimension, sub-dimensions, and timelines. See, I'm the leader of the I.D.P.F, The Inter-Dimensional Police Force. We and heroes of all worlds work together to keep one world from attacking, destroying, damaging or interfering with another. When either my sister or I get stuck in a world, the other has to run the I.D.P.F. It's our job." Pinako nods. "Alright." Winry walks closer to me. "One last thing. How much do you know about our world?"
Uhm... fuck, I'm screwed.
I go back to twiddling my thumbs and glance down. "Uhm, well, ya see... I-I..." Winry and Pinako watch me expectantly. "I can't tell you..." Winry frowns. "Why not?" She demands. "Because. Whenever I enter a world, I can't reveal anything about what I know about people's futures. It would knock the balance out of whack. People changing their future, consciously or not. I can give subtle hints and stuff, but never outright telling. I've altered worlds, but I can't tell people what exactly is supposed to happen until AFTER said incident has occurred." I struggle not to cry. "Like the death of a little girl..." Winry and Pinako don't seem to know what I'm talking about, but I don't care. My heart clenches up at the thought of poor little Nina.
I think I'm going to throw up.
Pinako apparently picked up on my mood, because I hear her shoo Winry back to work. I pull my legs up to my chest and rest my forehead on my knees. I feel so sick. I wasn't even given a chance to SEE Nina, let alone alter her fate. Oh, how that pains me. I can try, subtly or not, to alter people's fate, but sometimes, even my best isn't enough to save them... and that's what makes me feel so worthless. I've saved so many lives, but I don't feel nearly as much about that as I do when I fail to save a life. I stand and shuffle to the guest room I stayed in yesterday. Unfortunately it's the same room Ed and Al stay in. We put up a curtain so the boys doesn't peek at me. Neither boy is in here now. I flop down on the bed and curl up. My entire chest hurts now. I wish so bad I could've done SOMETHING about Nina... but that's past. I hug my pillow, bitter tears streaming down my cheeks. 'Even if I couldn't have done anything for Nina, I'll definitely save Maes. Out of everyone who dies in the show, he deserved it least. He was a good man who only cared for others.' I smile bitterly and close my eyes. 'Yeah... I'll definitely save him. No matter what. I'll do whatever it takes to save him.'
The next morning, I got up and grumbled. Ed and Al were already up. I shuffle out of the room and go to the bathroom. My hair is sticking up in a bunch of random directions. It's all fuzzy. My eyes are kinda red from sleep. I hate mornings so bad. I snap and a toothbrush and toothpaste appear. I brush my teeth and head downstairs, humming some song that just popped into my head.
Pinako is in the kitchen making breakfast. Ed's stuffing his face. Al's just sitting there, talking with Ed about what might be in Marco's notes. Armstrong and Winry are nowhere to be found. Ed apparently heard me 'cause he turns to look at me. His eyes grow bigger than a plate. Al turns to see what Ed's looking at. He turns all chibi. I glare at them both. "What?" I growl. Ed's face scrunches up as he struggles not to smile.
He bursts into laughter, his spoon flying from his mouth. Al looks to be struggling to keep from following his brother's actions.
I growl and sit down. I run my hand over my head, hoping to calm my hair down some. Ed eventually calms himself down and flicks some tear out of his eyes. "Ha-ha! Y-you look like you had a rough morning." I grumble, my face starts feeling warm. "Shaddap." I start eating. Someone's hand swats my hair. I growl again and glance behind me. Pinako holds her pipe and shakes her head. "You've got some hair there young'un." I nod and turn back to my food. "I'm not a morning person unlike you people." "It's nearly 11 o'clock." Says Al. I nod. "Exactly." I can feel them all exchange a confused glance above my head. I sigh and snap my fingers. My hair brushes itself out and my clothes change from the clothes I left on yesterday to a grey t-shirt and a pair of dark grey sweatpants. "Better?" I glare at Ed, who's still grinning. Without waiting on his answer, I continue eating. Splash climbs up my pant leg and settles on my lap. "You forgot the kittens yesterday." Al says quietly. I pet Splash and shrug. "As long as they stay outta trouble, they'll be fine till I'm awake enough to send 'em home."
A scream suddenly sounds from upstairs. I'm immediately awake and race upstairs right behind Ed. We burst into Winry's workshop. A wrench come flying and smacks Ed in the face. Winry's screaming and chasing a certain black kit around her workshop. I sigh. Splash meows at her twin. "PANTHERPAW! You couldn't keep out of trouble for one day?!" Said kit scampers over and hides behind me, grinning nervously. "I was just curious about what she was doing." Winry holds her wrench above her head. I grab the wrench. "WINRY! IF YOU SO MUCH AS HURT THAT KITTEN I SWEAR I WILL NOT HESITATE TO GIVE YOU A TASTE OF YOUR OWN GODDAMNED MEDICINE." She glares at the kit. "You should've kept him out of my workshop!" She shoots at me. "He was curious! He's not even 5 moo- 5 months old yet!" I shoot back. She takes her wrench back and grumbles before going back to work.
I sigh and drag Ed outside. I sit cross-legged in front of him. I've sent both kittens back to their home already. I pull some headphones out of the hammer space and plug them into my phone. I play "Ain't It Fun" by Paramore, my current favorite song. My eyes close and I hum along, smiling blissfully. I start bobbing my head from side-to-side. "Ain't it fun, ain't it fun!" I sing, smiling. Suddenly someone knocks on my head. I wince and glare up at whoever it was, expecting my older brother, Justin. My surprise quickly disappears when I realize it's Ed. 'Oh yeah, I'm not at home right now. DUH!' I pause the song and rip the headphones off my ears, letting them sit on my shoulders like some kind of DJ. Ed looks at them curiously. He pokes the cushiony part. "What the heck are these?"
I nearly let out a squeak at how close he is. 'Do NOT fan-girl! This is NOT the time! Do NOT FANGIRL!' My whole face feels like its on fire, though Ed doesn't seem to notice. He's more interested in my headphones. He's LITERALLY 5 inches from my frigging face. I take off the headphones and hand them to him. "They're called headphones." He takes them and puts them on his head, letting them hang around his neck like I had. I sigh and put them on his head the right way. "This is how you're supposed to wear them." I tell him. He adjusts the headphones. I grin. "I know a song you might like." He frowns at me and starts to take the headphones off. "I'm not really into music." I put the headphones back on his head. "Just trust me, ok? I promise you'll like it! My world's music is a lot different from yours!" He sighs. "Alright..." He sounds skeptic, but I don't really care. I pick up my phone and start searching around till I find the song I want him to listen to. I hit play and hope to God YouTube works here.
You shout it out
But I can't hear a word you say
I'm talking loud not saying much
I'm criticized
But all your bullets ricochet
Shoot me down, but I get up
I'm bulletproof, nothing to lose
Fire away, fire away
Ricochet, you take your aim
Fire away, fire away
You shoot me down but I won't fall
I am titanium
You shoot me down but I won't fall
I am titanium
Cut me down
But it's you who'll have further to fall
Ghost town and haunted love
Raise your voice, sticks and stones may break my bones
I'm talking loud not saying much
I'm bulletproof, nothing to lose
Fire away, fire away
Ricochet, you take your aim
Fire away, fire away
You shoot me down but I won't fall
I am titanium
You shoot me down but I won't fall
I am titanium
I am titanium
I am titanium
Stone-hard, machine gun
Firing at the ones who run
Stone-hard as bulletproof glass
You shoot me down but I won't fall
I am titanium
You shoot me down but I won't fall
I am titanium
You shoot me down but I won't fall
I am titanium
You shoot me down but I won't fall
I am titanium
I am titanium
Ed listens to the song with a look I can't quite decipher. Something like interest and confusion. I almost start to sing along because I know the words by heart. When the song finishes he takes the headphones off and nods. "It was pretty good I guess." I smile. "I picked that song 'cause it seems kinda like you." The look he gives me says he doesn't get it. My face gets slightly warm as I explain. "You go through all these hard things that would make most people want to give up and run but you push through it. You take everything the world throws at you and shove it right back in the world's face. No matter what happens, or how bad things get, you won't give up." I stare at the headphones. My heart hits my throat and my stomach does that back flip that that feels so familiar.
Like when I talked to Yami...
My heart feels like shattering all over again. 'Don't you DARE! Not right here! Go visit memory lane later!' I look up and smile at him. He scratches the back of his head. "I didn't think about that..." I giggle. "That's 'cause you were listening to the music and not the words." He blinks, confused. "What?" "When I listen to music, I listen to the lyrics and try to figure out what it means to the singer and what it means to me." He frown thoughtfully and nods. 'God he's so cute when he's thinking...' I push the thoughts from my mind. He grins. "Can you play music without the headphones?" I nod. "Yeah, sure, why?" He jumps up and stretches. "Let's spar some more, but with some fighting music. Got any of that?" I grin and summon up a speaker and plug it in. "Yup!" I set up a playlist of fighting music, from "This is War" by 30 Seconds to War, to "No One Gets Left Behind" by Five-Fingered Death Punch. Then I jump up and drop into my fighting stance, arm tied behind my back. Ed falls into his own fighting stance.
I dash at him. He goes to roundhouse kick me. I slide onto my knees, narrowly avoiding his foot and then whack his remaining leg out from under him. He falls on his side. I jump back up and laugh. "Need a hand?" I tease. He growls and kicks me in the stomach. I stumble back with an "oof!' noise, clutching my gut. He gets back to his feet and grins. I glare at him. "Jerk." I mutter. Now he dashes at me. I throw a punch, he dodges and throws his own punch. I spin out of the way. He pulls his arm back and jumps back some. We both grin and run at each other. Simultaneously, we throw our punches, hitting each other in the face. Both our bodies start to move forward but our heads fly backwards, dragging the rest of us with them.
After crashing, I sit up rubbing my jaw. Both of us have left a sort of rut from hitting the ground. I look up to see Ed's doing the same thing as I am. Our eyes meet and we both burst into laughter. Ed gets up and walks over and offers me his hand. I gratefully take it. He pulls me to my feet. I untie my arm as we walk back into the house. The sun's almost at the tippy-top of its daily ritual. As we walk inside I pull a leaf out of Ed's hair. He left it out of his braid for whatever reason this morning. "Hey Ed?" "Hmmm?" I flip a lock of his hair away from his face. "Can I... braid your hair?" He turns and shoots me a weirded out look. I shrug. "It's not like you can braid it with one arm." I stop walking and narrow my eyes at him. "You can't, right?" He rolls his eyes. "It's kinda hard to braid hair with one hand..." He sighs and shrugs. "I mean if you want to braid it..." I grin and hurry after him.
He sits down on the couch. Al's sitting on the ground by the couch, still in his box. I almost feel bad for him, being stuck in that box. I plop down behind Ed and start dividing his hair to braid it. "Is there a certain kind of braid that you do or do you use the old-fashioned style?" Ed frowns. "There's more than one way to braid hair?" I nod and start braiding. "Yup, there's the regular kind, like the way I'm doing it, that has three parts. There's French Braid but I don't know how to do that one. And then there's the kind that has four parts. I think there are a few more, but I don't remember them all." I see Al watching us from the corner of my eye. I smile at him and he turns red and turns away. I shake my head. 'That boy... He's something else.' "You two seem to be getting along better now." We all turn to see Armstrong standing in the doorway. I grin and shrug. "Just had to beat out a few differences is all." Armstrong seems to like my answer and leaves the room, probably to go chop more wood. I think he does that just to show off... Ed sighs. "How the heck can you deal with them so easily?"
"Deal with who?" I tie the end of the braid with a hair tie I made appear. "The Major and Colonel Bastard." I shake my head. "I don't really like Mustang, Armstrong is over-bearing but he means well. I suppose I'm just really good at hiding my emotions or something." Ed messes with the braid and leans against the back of the couch. I smirk. "You know, you should give Mustang a new nickname. Bastard gets old." He huffs. "And what do you suppose I should call him then, oh All-Knowing-One?" I seethe at that. 'HAHAHAHA! OH MY GOD HE SOUNDS LIKE ME!' 'Hey Lil?' 'Yeah?' 'SHUT THE FUCK UP!' "I don't know, maybe Colonel Bitchface? Flamehead?" Ed laughs. "Yeah sure. Like that'll do any good!" I roll my eyes and punch his arm. "Oh, shut up! I'm just saying stuff." I cross my arms and turn my back to him with a huff. Ed chuckles and pats my shoulder. "I'm just kidding, geez!" I shake my head and sigh. "Yeah, yeah, whatever."
The rest of the day goes by without problem. Ed bothers Winry once or twice; Al sits out on the porch till the Major brings him inside. And me? I chill out on the porch, re-reading Warriors: Into the Wild. It's one of my favorite books. I really ought to get a hobby, an outdoors one.
'Yeah, you're starting to get fat.' I sigh and glare at the spirit girl floating in front of me. She's the spitting image of me, not counting hairstyle, eye color and clothing choice. Her hair is much frizzier than mine, with black streaks. Her eyes are red like blood. She wears a leather jacket, a red tank top, black jeans and black combat boots. 'Didn't I tell you to go back to bed?' She shrugs. 'Yeah, but I'm not tired anymore.' 'Oh fucking well. I won't need you around for awhile so go away.' She glares at me. 'Humph. Fine, I'll go bother Natasha or Jamie.' I roll my eyes. 'We can't leave this dimension, dumbass.' 'I thought that just affected you?' She points at me, frowning unhappily. 'Neither of us can leave here Lil. It's just us.' 'But you brought the cats here!' She snaps. 'Yeah, well, Truth doesn't care about animals apparently.' 'Wow, He IS an asshole.' 'I keep telling you to stop doubting me.' 'Didn't I tell you to stop calling me Lil? That's such a dumb nickname.' 'To you.' 'Just call me by my full name.' 'Fine...' '... I'm waiting to hear it Lisa.' 'Ugh, fine! Leave me alone LILLIAN. Happy now?' 'Yes.'
I feel Lillian fade into the back of my mind. She really is a mean one for being nothing more than the collection of all my negative feelings.
Ok, so I wrote most of this in one day. X3 So proud of ma self.
Lisa: WHY?! Why did you bring her into this NOW!
Author: Cause. If you keep talking to yourself, people are going to think you're nuts.
Ed: I already think that.
Lisa *punches Ed* STAY OUT OF THE AUTHOR'S NOTES!
*The two resume fighting*
Author: *sweatdrop* Uhm... thanks for reading guys...