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Summary: (after series and may contain some characters that were supposed to be dead xP) After Ed disappears for 6 years after he restored Al, Al still has his memory of when he was a suit of armor, but his memory of Ed starts to disappear. Until one day, the military finds a small blonde boy….

Note: Sorry if the Prologue is boring. -; This is my first fma fic ever.

edit: I made him 16 now. O-o; Yay. I guess this could make more sense in further chappies. -;

Prologue

A 16-year old, long blond-haired, boy sat, huddled up under a ripped red cloak, silently waiting impatiently, waiting for the warm sun to arise. His artificial right arm, cold against his flesh legs. For he was cold and lonely, not remembering a warm home, he thought everyone had. Did he even have one? Who was he? Why was he even here?

Finally, he felt the warm rays of the sun creep through the alleyway, onto him. The only thing giving him hopes, and a reminder that he had something to live for. He just couldn't remember what it was.

He opened his eyes slowly, reveling two golden eyes, with a tint of brown. Feeling the first touch of the sun of the day. He sighed, wondering if he really needed to live for something, or was he just nobody? He wished he had a family to love.

He silently braided his hair out of a habit, and got up and stretched, then put on his red cloak, black gloves, and tightening his boots. "Meow?" meowed a black and white splashed kitten, from out of a nearby trashcan, terribly skinny, and hungry looking.

The boy smiled, he did like cats, and he couldn't just leave the little guy there. "Are you hungry little guy?" The kitten meowed in response. "Me too…I guess I'll have to steal a bit more food today. We'll have to wait though, the market doesn't open 'till noon."

He reached into his pocket, getting his silver clock, which he had no clue how he obtained it, checking the time. "Well, right now it's 6:05 am." The kitten was shivering at the mist that was slowly evaporating.

He took off, his coat and wrapped the kitten in it.

He took off his jacket and gave it to the other boy. He smiled; he knew that his brother wouldn't be cold anymore. Because his jacket was still warm, and his brother was smiling back warmly, "Thank you Nii-san."

His pupil shrunk, he froze. What did he just see? The other boy seemed so familiar yet, a complete stranger to him. Was this something to do with why he had such a powerful sense to keep living?

"Meow, mew!" mewed the kitten. The boy quickly loosened his wrap; he would figure it out later. Now he needed a name for the kitten. Gah…a name, a name, a name. He was not good at names; he didn't even know his own name.

All he was ever called was 'little thief,' or 'kid.' And they called him only when he stole food or anything at the market.

He stared at a box, concentrating on a name her, when he read the word on the box, 'Camathy.' "How 'bout Camathy?" he asked the kitten, who agreed with a meow, and playful cuddle. He smiled, he like Camathy. Camathy the cat, the only one who seemed to like him back.

They went for a walk to kill time, a few times passing by people in blue uniforms, staring curiously at him, muttering about a catching a thief as they went by.

Especially, a guy with black hair, and a strange glove with a symbol that seemed to have to do with alchemy. He even hesitated to walk towards the boy, but seemed to decide against it. That boy looks like another child that is thought to be dead…he thought.

The boy wondered who they were.

Camathy walked along him happily, but still hungry. He stopped near a river to rest, while Camathy played in the water with the fish. This surprised him; he thought cats didn't like water. "C'mon Camathy, it's 12:15 pm, time to get something to eat!"

When they arrived at the market, he noticed that people in the blue uniforms, were around, looking as if they were observing and looking for someone at the same time. The blonde didn't see the strange black-haired guy from before though.

This is going to be hard, with all these people looking for someone; I have to be really careful not to be caught, He thought. He went to the edge of the market, where only one or two, blue uniformed people were around. He was about to snatch a basket of food, when he felt a pair of strong hands land on his shoulders. "So, you're the thief," he said. The boy quickly ran away, jumping onto stands, tipping over stands, spilling goods, and just causing chaos in fear, with Camathy chasing after a butterfly. (xD I couldn't resist.)

He saw a flash of yellow light behind him, a transmutation light, and the ground beneath him rapidly forming a hand, barely missing his cloak, and another transmuted a root of a tree grabbing his right arm. Without thinking, the boy clapped his hands, a blue light occurred, he placed his hands on the ground, it rumbled, then forming a hole below the state alchemists, what did he do?

"Führer Mustang sir, are you okay?" said a female voice.

"Of coarse Lieutenant General Hawkeye," replied Führer Mustang, softly, staring at the ground, while patrolling around the market.

"Please sir, I know there's something wrong. Every since you got back from your walk, you seemed troubled," said Riza Hawkeye. "Remember we're only here to capture the thief in the market. Nothing to worry about, the thief's probably harm—" she got cut off, as a loud rumbling came from the north of the market, with dust and dirt rising in the air, and a faint blue light. "Sir? Isn't a blue light of a transmutation the color when an alchemist has seen the 'Truth?'"

Roy looked up and met Riza's eyes. "There're are only a few people I know who can do that…but it couldn't be him..."

Hawkeye seemed to understand who 'him,' was and replied, "Sir, it is very unlikely that it's Full Metal."

Roy gazed at the north, where the dirt was starting to fade, "Riza, I think I saw someone like Ed earlier…"

They said nothing, but gathered all the military officers to the north of where the transmutation light came from. And there they ran, meeting up to a hole with a 15ft diameter, and about 30ft deep. The dirt and dust still floating in the air, but across the hole was the same boy Mustang had saw earlier, struggling to free himself from the root that had bound itself around both his arms now.

The state alchemists closed in around the boy, Camathy coming up to protect the boy, hissing loudly. Mustang, closely observed the boy and spoke: "What kind of sick joke is this? Dressing up as a dead state alchemist, making fun of him when it isn't even funny! Even as a child you should understand how sick and cruel this is! Then you go around stealing stuff!"

The child stopped struggling, and said: "Eh? I'm sorry mister, but I don't know what you mean…"

Führer Mustang was getting a bit angry, but there was the reason of how he transmuted with blue light floating in his mind, but it could've been some new technique.

Ok…so Camathy was in the beginning a lot. Blah blah.

Please Comment or Criticize, give tips, feedback, flames…whatever! - Should I write another chapter? I want to but, if you guys dun like it….I might just stop then. D: