Here is chapter 1 of Weeping Willows. I felt really happy, and bored today. So I decided to post chapter 1 to get it out of my system. Remember, I am still looking for a Spanish surname, and this time, I need 4 reviews to continue unless I am in the mood. So please R&R! Enjoy!

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Weeping Willows

Chapter 1: The Thief

Nine and a Half Years Later…

"Geesh, it is just one stop! It is not like that stupid Mustang cares if we are late or not!" A red cloaked figure with blonde hair in a braid yelled from a distance. He stormed off, not saying another word to his brother.

"Oh, come on Ed! It is not like I disagreeing with you or anything but right now… oh forget it! Wait for me!" The suit of armor exclaimed, lagging behind the state alchemist.

Edward walked, stomping his feet, expressing how ticked he was at his brother for talking back to him. He hated how Alphonse would always act so perfect and all; always willing to go back to Central to meet that idiot, Mustang.

It was two in the afternoon, and Ed had nothing to eat all day. His stomach grumbled furiously; it started to seem that it was eating itself. He glanced to his right and spotted a Japanese cuisine restaurant. His mouth started to water and his frown turned into vigor excitement. "Al! Al! Hurry up, I'm starving! And I picked the perfect place!" Ed dashed towards the door grabbing a table.

"Slow down Ed! At that speed you will topple over someone!"

As the brothers walked in, a shaded figure appeared. It hid in a corner, observing their actions. I have never seen them around here before. If I can only get a closer glimpse...

In the Restaurant

"What would you like, sir?" The waitress asked. She took out her notepad and pen, waiting for Ed's order. He scratched his chin at least ten times during the process, humming to himself; this irritated the young woman. "If you were not ready to order you could have said so! You totally wasted 3 minutes of my precious life." The waitress mumbled.

"Great! So is the 'letting the waitress wait too long' included in the bill?" Edward replied, "Isn't there a reason why they added the word "wait" in your title?"

"Brother, please. She is just doing her job. She has a lot of people to attend to; and she cannot hold back, because you can't seem to make up your mind! Isn't that right miss?" Alphonse explained.

"Uh-huh! Now, why couldn't be like that nice gentleman across from you? He definitely knows what I mean; and knows it is not nice to keep a lady waiting."

Edward blinked twice, turned around and gave a sweet, delicate smile. "Sorry, come again?"

One hour later…

"Boy, I'm stuffed! I can't even move that much in these clothes," Edward complained. His outfit was skin tight on his stomach, making it difficult breathe. Alphonse started to giggle at this.

"What's so funny? Are you looking for a fight?"

"No, brother. It's just that you are so hilarious sometimes." Alphonse commented, still filled with laughter.

As the young alchemists were relaxing, the figure outside got closer to the window. It took its hand out of its' pocket and closed its eyes. All of a sudden, the delicate hand was surrounded by a pale blue light. The figure then stretched its limbs towards the glass ever so carefully, as if the glass would break from impact. Fingers then delicately pressed the cold surface, and magically went through. As soon as their wrists made it to the transparent material, their hand too became transparent and reached towards Ed's pants. They dug their see through fingers in his pocket until they found the target. Jackpot!

Edward shivered at the cold sensation against his thigh, and frowned at his younger sibling. "Alphonse, you pervert! I never knew you were that low! Caressing my thigh like that!"

Alphonse grew in shock and mentally blushed at the thought. He shook his hands madly to prove he was innocent. "I swear brother, it was not me! Why would I want to 'caress' your thigh in the first place. That is totally sick! Why would you think of such a thing?"

The stranger outside quickly withdrew its transparent limb through the window and dashed off. That was close! No one ever notices anything when I steal from them. Guess I have some more training to do. That was that. The stranger disappeared in an instant, leaving the alchemists to deal with their own problems.

"That's it! I'm leaving! Where's the stupid bill?" Edward questioned, reaching towards the payment paper and examined it carefully. "So…two hundred, ay? Guess, I have to put tip too, right?" He then shoved his little hand in his black leather pocket reaching for his wallet. He felt nothing. So, he then put his auto mail hand in his other pocket…there was nothing. Edward froze, he gulped hard and started to panic. He grabbed his old brown suitcase, clicked it open, and threw his clothes out of the way, searching for his money.

The young waitress from earlier, noticed the commotion and lurked over. She cocked her head to the side, and crossed her arms across her chest, giving an angry growl. "Do you mind keeping it down? You are the worst costumer I ever had to serve. You had your time to relax, so pay the bill and leave!" The waitress exclaimed. Her yellow tinted teeth were clenched, and she tapped her foot again and again.

Edward had enough of this already; he jumped up to his feet, "Do you mind? I am trying to find my wallet, so I can get out of this crummy place; as well as never seeing your face again, you —"

"Enough already!" Al yelled. He then turned his attention to the frustrated waitress, "We are terribly sorry, Miss. Unfortunately, we cannot seem to find our wallet and we have no loose change. In order to pay our debts, we would like to offer a hand with the dishes."

"Al, you idiot! Who ever said I lost my wallet!"

"May you please stop yelling!" The waitress shouted. By now, the whole restaurant focused their attention to the young adult at the window side with a suit of armor and a little boy. The waitress spun around on her heels, making her long black ponytail, whiplash Edward, "Nothing to see here, folks. Please, continue with your meals and ignore the commotion here." The people nodded, turned their heads, and continued with their meals still eavesdropping in the conversation. The waitress sighed, and looked over to see Edward clenching his teeth and fists ready to fight. The waitress held her hips and gave an "I don't care if you got whip lashed" expression. She then smiled towards Alphonse, "You are so sweet, I could never let you do the dishes. Even if you were with that shorty over there, it would still be kinda mean to…"

"Who are you calling a half pint midget?"

"Brother, please! She did not say such a thing," Alphonse pleaded, "Please proceed, Miss."

"As I was saying, it would be mean, so I'm gonna let you off the hook this time. But by any chance this happens again, you are dead meat!" she threatened.

Alphonse grew worried, " How about the m—"

"Don't worry about it. Just don't mention it to my boss," the waitress whispered.

"Sure thing," the brothers said in unison.

Outside the restaurant: Another hour later

Alphonse and Edward walked along the sidewalk, without saying a word. It was already past four and the sky looked as if it was going to rain. "Brother, I think we should find a place to stay…"

"Shut up, Al! How can we even go to an inn, when I lost my darn wallet!"

Alphonse looked towards to ground in shame. He felt it was his entire fault that he let his brother lose his wallet. He felt that it was his entire fault that they came to Floral-Hill town in the first place. He shifted his metal head to his right and saw a glimpse of a mob of children. They seem to have been poking a large mass of material. He seemed intrigued in the situation and walked towards them, leaving poor Edward behind.

"Alphonse! Where the heck are you going?"

Alphonse never answered. His metal soles clonked hard against the concrete floor, bringing attention to the crowd. The children no older than twelve whispered to each other and dashed down the alleyway. "Hey! Wait up!" Al exclaimed rushing over. The children did not stall and ran into the shadows. Alphonse sighed and looked down at the thing at the ground. He blushed at the sight of the figure on the floor; lifting the bangs away from the face. "Holy… what a pretty little girl! Why would anyone do this to her?" He then turned towards the direction of his faraway brother, "Brother! Come look! This girl needs our help!"

"I've had enough girl problems for one day!" Ed complained.

"But this is serious Ed! Come quick!"

Edward sighed in defeat and ran towards his pleading metal brother. He knelt down and gazed his golden orbs to the girl now cradled in Al's arms. The female's long hair was covered in mud, and her light tan face was surrounded in scrapes and bruises. "She was beaten pretty badly. She looks at least twelve," Ed commented.

"Why would those children do such a thing?"

"I…don't know, Al," Edward responded. He rubbed his fake hand on the girl's bruised cheek causing her to shiver. She then started to stir, slowly opening her pale blue eyes, gazing upon her saviors. The young girl sat up and rubbed her baggy eyes.

"Look, brother! Look! She is awake!" Al exclaimed, "Are you alright, Miss?"

The young girl examined the boys carefully, eyes widening in fear, "I-It's you two…" She backed away quickly, panting hard, "Don't hurt me!"

"We are not here to hurt you," Edward stated, "We are here to help you."

"You saved me?" The little girl asked confused.

"Yup!"

"Oh," she whispered, "Well, I guess I should return this to its rightful owner then, right?" The girl reached into her coat pocket and took out a wallet, Edward's wallet!

"You! You little…"

"I'm sorry," she freaked, "I did not mean to, I just need money! I promise I did not take anything from it, I swear!"

"She did say she was sorry, brother," Alphonse stated.

Edward gave in, "Fine! You are off the hook this time. Pull anything like that again, and your dead meat! Understand?"

The girl nodded, "Thank you so much, sir."

"Whatever," Ed said, walking away from the scene, with his brother behind him. The girl held her cheek, the same cheek Edward rubbed and blushed lightly. She then walked off in the darkness, not looking behind her. After that, the rain started to drizzle, making soft music.

Meanwhile

Little pervert! I cannot believe she went into my pants and got away with it. But it is not even cold out, so how could I have shivered from the cold sensation. Unless…

"You sure did sound like someone from earlier back there," Al teased. Reminding Edward about the incident earlier that day at the restaurant.

"Shut up! Are looking for another fight?" Ed argued.

"Oh, boy. Here we go again…"

Another long one, again. Well, please review! No flaming! See ya next time!

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