Aquoyra- Realm of water

Everyone in Phoenix senior high school knew to stay away from Edward Cullinane, him being the social skills lacking bastard he was. And, if they didn't know, they found out soon enough when they approached the boy with the startling blue eyes, (far too old for his 17 years,) and long golden hair tied in a loose ponytail that drooped down his back. He never spoke by his own choice his cold eyes warning all away before they had a chance to get close to the boy.

He was a brilliant student, seeming to simply absorb things, and presenting reports of which university lecturers would have been proud. He found hidden clues faster than most found apparent ones, and was the top of all his classes. His teachers did not think he was preforming however.

Edward is an amazingly brilliant student, but his unwillingness to participate in class causes him to fail in reaching his full potential.

The only subject that the boy failed outright (Even though it was 'impossible' to do so.) was Religion, for it seemed he did not believe in a God.

If one asked him, and he gave a straight answer, he would have confirmed this answer, if he spoke at all.

For, ever since his younger sister's death 7 years previous, in a car crash, the boy had become mute by choice, telling all within his stoic glare the true nature of his supposedly dark heart.

Many females admired the boy from afar, his slightly feminine looks always putting him well within their favour, but far from their reach. His dark, mysterious air enforced an image of an enigma, something to be tamed by the right heart, though they always stopped watching him from afar when he thought no one was around, and held his right arm and left leg a bit more heavily as if the mass of his prosthetic limbs (Gained in the car crash that killed his sister) alone could destroy his calm and aloof air. Such people who saw him, learnt to respect him, and pity him in the same moment, and none spoke of what they saw.

A side effect of the regained mobility that the arm and leg gave him was a steady slow to his growth as they weighed him down. As a result, the mute-by-choice teenager was about the size of a 12 year old, instead of the 17 years he was. He used this fact to his advantage most of the time, to slip by unnoticed in a world for the strong, tall and cold.

"Edward? What's the answer to number five please?" A dark glare was all the answer the teacher received, the advanced algebra class shaking their heads silently as the newest administrator made the mistake of trying to involve the desolate teen in class. The glare was the answer the woman received, as the boy turned back to his work, question 20, four whole exercises beyond any of the work covered in class.

The teacher sighed, her efforts wasted. She looked at the right handed boy sadly, watched as he held the pen clumsily in the metallic limb, and then, called upon another to answer the question in his stead.

He's a fantastic artist, that boy who never speaks. Mostly circular his drawings are. Round patterns and such. Studies of geometric circles and which shapes could make them stronger. Fantastic and unusual shapes, but when built they wouldn't break, oh no. Not unless there was clumsiness (Of course clumsiness doesn't happen when that boy is involved.) And not only one circle is put down on the paper, sometimes two, three, four, up to nine or ten he draws each perfectly round, and compounded together to be the strongest they can, sometimes without even touching anything else.

He also draws pictures of his arm, and even as it horrifies him, it fascinates him, and he draws different limbs, all the same as his metal one, except different, guns, blades, wickedly sharp edged steel that comes from the joint of the shoulder to a good foot after the arm had ended, and detailed with the same protector that his was. And all had the same date carved into them somewhere, the date carved onto his 'wrist,' that very few see because he keeps it covered so well with those pretty white gloves of his, and that black long sleeved shirt. It's just a date you know, just a number. Fourth of October, but for some reason he fears it. Keeps it hidden, like. Doesn't want to remember the day his sister was killed, but wears it like a scar. He's very confusing that boy.

His parents don't care. They never worry about him at all. They leave him all alone, and he keeps himself alive well enough, but I think he's fading. He comes home, ignores them, and they do the same to him, even if it's from a week on the streets and he's got a bloody and broken nose, like what happened last week. He's brave you know, he just re set it and moved on. His parents never seem to care. Never seem to want him around. They can't never get him to speak either, unless he's furious with them screaming he's leaving at the top of his lungs and that he's never coming back.

But he always comes back in the end. Always comes back.

He would never kill himself. He had decided that in the week directly preceding his sister's death. He'd get revenge, yes, of course. But he would not kill himself for the simple fact that his baby sister Alison would have wanted him to live forever if he could, and nothing would stop him from trying, nothing at all.

He definitely wasn't normal, no, his life was riddled with far too many inconsistencies for that, the only thing constant and never changing was his stoic and dedicated silence as he walked down a back alley a blue cloak around his shoulders hastily shoving bread into his mouth, obtained from the old, shabby backpack and leant against the back of the alley wall. He watched the dustbins for awhile, but eventually he fell asleep under the sky blue cloak, warm and silky, just like his sisters hair once was.

Magnatin- Realm of Fire

Edward Elric was on the run.

He liked to fool himself into believing he wasn't, being able to live in the cities and join the military and all, but in reality, you can't preform Human transmutation three times, live, and think to get away with it. Not even if your name was Edward Elric, the famous Fullmetal alchemist. It's what he thought about first thing in the morning and last thing at night. The simple fact that he could not escape the existence that he had created for himself.

"BOOM!"

Okay, so maybe tonight it wasn't going to be the last thing he thought about.

The room rocked suddenly, in the wake of what seemed an earthquake, though a glance outside the window revealed it to only affect the military barracks. Edward sprung from his bed in horror, moments before the ceiling fan fell with an almighty crash that rocked the room, nearly as loud as the previous noise had. Golden eyes flashed with barely concealed panic, out of the mirror that he glanced into briefly, and he could have spat at his reflection, even as he was thrown to the ground as another rolling boom rocked the building.

"Knock Knock!" A voice cried through the strangely still air, in the moment before the screams of terror began. Edward flicked his long hair out over his shoulder, grimacing as he realised he didn't have time to tie it up, and hastily pulled on his black tank-style top to cover his midriff. He ran out of the room, his metal foot making dull clangs against the cement floor of the hallway, as he yanked open the door to the stairwell and began the long race down it.

"Hagane No Ochibisan!" (A/n: See the bottom if you have complaints.) An awfully familiar voice rang out through the night air as Edward took the stairs three at a time. "Hagane No Ochibisan! Come out to play!" The voice's sing song, slightly feminine quality had Edward cringing as he ran faster, and hoping, hoping desperately that the conclusion his mind was forming was wrong, and that one of his colleagues was pulling some sort of late-night prank on him instead. The building shook and he swore loudly, jumping the last four steps.

Scrambling against the flow of terrified people heading towards the back door of the barracks, Edward finally managed to push open the front door, trepidations turning to real fear as he saw a short, fat man with black, beady eyes run directly at the wall once more, with another rolling 'BOOM!'

He was accompanied by two other beings. One was a woman, with pale skin, red, luxurious eyes and long black hair, the epitome of feminine beauty and the other had green, spiky hair which fell to his waist and was supported over his black eyes and lanky features by a black headband with an embroidered triangle upon it. His long arms and legs enhanced his feminine features, especially as he wore a skirt-hotpants combination and a midriff revealing, sleeveless top that was entirely too tight.

Edward bared his teeth in a low growl at the three. "You're meant to be dead." He spat, anger pulsing through his veins as he looked upon the created humans, disbelief on his features.

The man in hotpants smiled. "Meant to be, Hagane No Ochibishan. Meant to be. They're the keywords here. He smiled as he addressed the golden haired boy, as if they were close friends, and seemingly unfazed by the less than welcome reception he was receiving.

Edward saw red. "WHO ARE YOU CALLING SO SHORT THAT THEY CAN FIT INTO A MOUSE HOLE WITH EASE?"

The man blinked. "That's a new one." Edward lunged, throwing his metal hand forward to clamp it about some part of the other, preferably the throat, though the groin didn't seem that bad an option either. (A/n: I'm so sorry for that last line. Delete it from your memories. It never happened. It was not there.) However, the attack was easily avoided by the other, with a simple step to the right.

"Still as predictable as ever, Chibi Ichi." He smiled, though there was no warmth in it, and no soul in his eyes.

"I'll send you to HELL Envy!" The blonde yelled, clapping his hands in fury. Blue sparks flew from the connection made, and raced up the young adult's metal limb, morphing the metal from elbow to about a foot in front of it and turning it into a dangerous blade.

"You tried that once little boy, and it didn't work, remember?" The female asked, re-alerting the blonde to her presence, who in his fury, had forgotten she was there.

"Lust? Can I eat him? Please?" The short, squat man asked in a sickly childish voice. He stepped forward, sick hunger aligning his features, as Edward got a good look at the red patterns that ran down his arms. There were more than he remembered there being. Something about the man screamed 'inhuman', and not only his strange request.

The woman petted him on the head, like one would a puppy, glancing at him briefly before she returned her attention to the short, blonde man. "Always so impatient Gluttony. Let Envy have his fun."

The squat man grinned, a hungry smile lining his face as he fixed his bulging piggy eyes on Edward with delight. "Okay Lust! I'll wait! I'm a good boy!" If Edward hadn't been so scared and angry, he would have sworn that the man would have wagged his tail, had he one.

Envy snickered. "How's your brother doing these days, Edward?"

Edward growled low in his throat. "FUCK YOU!" He screamed as he lunged at Envy, vision clouded with the red of rage.

Laughing as he dodged the by's attacks, Envy shot back, "I take it sacrificing us lovely Homunculus didn't work to create the stone?"

Edward repeated his earlier profanity, making an inaccurate, angered slash at his opponent. Envy laughed once more, dodging the blade and slamming Edward into the ground, sitting atop him triumphantly. (A/n: That line doesn't exist either.)

"We are Homunculus, Ochibisan," Green sparks surrounded him as his form melded into one with sun-blonde hair, a narrow, handsome face, and a metal arm and leg. Gold eyes gleamed with malice, as Envy placed his copied blade against the back of Edward's head. The sight would have seemed strange to an outsider, two seemingly identical boys fighting for their lives. "We cannot die, and I cannot forgive you for being his son!" The last whisper turned into a vengeful growl as the blade was raised high and flew downwards...

An explosion rocked the dirty city night.

A/n: Okay, some of the lines that snuck into this part of the story really shame me. I apologise for them now.

Explanations:

Hagane No Ochibisan: Envy calls Ed this in the raw versions. It translates to 'Fullmetal shorty' or thereabouts. I used it, instead of the translation for the simple fact that it can be said in an annoying, sing-song voice, soooo much easilier.

Just like Aniki can be whined so much easier than Brother, as my big Bro knows.

Anyways, the sudden change in point of view in the Water realm is meant to be there. They will be scattered throughout the text, and they are very important as will be revealled later.

Rawr! Cliffhangers!

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