And now here comes the first chapter, to understand it imagine that you are in a big room as an omniviewer, where Ed or Al are writing and the other brother is watching him, along with winry and/or a mysterios friend that would be introduced on later chapters. Eventually conversations they had are bolded and separated, from the main writing. This is made with the intention of having more interaction between the Brothers.

Chapter 1: Rediscovering Alchemy

Al's Writing

Hi, my name is Alphonse Elric; you surely know me and my brother by the story published by a very good friend of us (Despiting our negative), that tells our adventures when we were young (if that's the way it could be called), but it only goes until I joined my brother's at the other side of the gate. And because I think that every good story has to be told until the end, here I am writing the rest of it.

Sometime ago I used to think that the weirdest thing that has happened to me is to be turned in a suit of armor, consequence of trying to revive our mom, but the things that I'm going to tell really win the match. Just follow the story and you will see why.

My story begins after I went to life with my brother. After I returned to my body and learning what had been the cost of doing that, the only thing I wanted to do is to meet with him again. And when I finally achieve my goal, I was completely devastated when he told me he had to return to the other side to stop the invasion. In a rush and without measuring the consequences, I decided to follow him no matter what it takes. So there was I, in a completely strange world, thinking if I had made the right decision or not.

A sign that it was a good decision is that a lot of people that had known my brother in those two years continuously asked me where I was, Lying (of course I had to lie), I said that we were on a foreign country when the war embodied our family, and it was shattered, bringing dad and brother here and I remained in London with mom, (according with what brother said to me, I don't think that was such a believing story, but we didn't have any problems, it surely had been an horrible war). The fact is they told me my brother had an incredibly change of mood, he was known to be a lonely guy who always stayed out of , but since I've come he became very talkative and charismatic, just as I've ever know him. When I asked him about that he said me "I didn't want to become closer to people in this world cuz I wanted to return to our world and meet you again, and if I became closer to them, separation would have been too difficult."

Separation… that was my problem. Sometimes in the night I remembered what I've left in mi world; all my friends were there. I missed Winry, Granny Pinako; I missed Lvt. Hawkeye, Colonel Mustang, and everyone who helped me a lot in those years I was searching for my brother. I was on these thoughts one night and I can't contain myself and asked brother "Maybe we should try to find a way to return home big bro; you know, people on the other side are afraid of us, we left Winry and Granny Pinako without saying anything and the problem is…" "The problem is the prize we must pay to go there again, we must sacrifice a human life and I'm not going to sacrifice one", "but there must be another way"… then he stood up and said "You should have stayed in our world Al, you weren't prepare to throw away all your life", and then he got out from the room, he was so sad I never touched that topic again, since then I knew getting own with my new life would be difficult, but that was my choice and I was very happy to be with Ed again. Over all, I owe him my life and maybe I'd never been able to return him the favor; I only wanted his happiness.

But I'm really telling too much without saying most important things (I really have to suck at writing). Well, I'll summarize what happened after our meeting; we stayed in the room brother was renting with my namesake (he was really desolate about his death). He told me the situation would be difficult because he would have to pay alone the rent for the room and things for our existence, (since I now eat, sleep, get hurt, etc, etc, etc), he also said he would try to find another job to maintain him and I well (I think he saw me just like a 12 years old kid, and I really feel like one, although I was 17 then, a long story already written) But I also wanted to help, so I searched for a work too. I thought that if my brother was able to pass like an 18 years old guy, being as short as he is

Al: Ouch! That hurts! Stop swinging around that thing Ed! …. ok, ok, I'm going to change that part…

I just thought that because I'm "too tall" I might have been able to pass like a grownup, so I went to an audition for a job as a Laboratory Assistant. Thanks to my knowledge in Alchemy (the elixir making part. I only had to quickly learn another nomenclature for the "solutions" as they called them), I was able to obtain the job, and started paying meal and other things.

In fact, I'd had a good life in those 4 months we lived in that world. We have good commodities despite of the place (and the upcoming war), and I was able to be with him again.

But 4 months after I arrived there something incredible happened. Something that I missed a lot was Alchemy, I always tried to do that when I had the opportunity (and sometimes I got ashamed when people saw me doing "weird movements" without any reason).

And one day, when I was studying some chemistry theory, I remembered an alchemy transmutation (a very basic one) that was used for making a solution that was mentioned in the chemistry book. Just for fun, I draw the alchemy circle, and tried to do the transmutation using the writing ink as the material, when suddenly lightings started to appear around the circle and a very familiar sound jingled; and when I realize, THE TRANSMUTATION WORKED, I kept froze for nearly an hour and then I ran downstairs screaming, "NIISAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!", Ed had just arrived from work,

- Hey Al, I know you are happy to see me but is not necessary to scream that much

- Ed… sss….sssomething incrredib...bble hhhhhapppened.

- ?.

- Argh, Just Come!

I pulled him upstairs to our room and locked the door and, as shocked as I was, I couldn't say anything, so I started to hysterically point to the desk where I performed the transmutation.

Then he approached to the desk and saw the transmutation circle; then, he methodically removed the solution I transmuted and put some garbage at the center of the circle, then he performed a transmutation; the same lightings and sound. When it finished, I could saw an artificial rose on the middle.

- So the transmutation worked - said Ed, as if he didn't take care, but then -………………….AHHHH! THE TRANSMUTATION WORKED!

We were shouting a bunch of senseless thoughts when somebody called from the door, she was the housekeeper.

- Are you all right mister Elric? We heard a scream and we were worried about you

- Ah... Er... There is no problem here, don't worry; I was just… Er… arguing with Al.

- Oh! ... Well… see you at the dinner

Then she left, but we could heard her saying "but they never argue"

When we finally recovered our reason, I asked my brother:

- But how can this be possible? I've tried to do one at least for a hundred times, and now that I was doing it without even care, it worked.

- Hohenheim said that it was nearly impossible to do alchemy in this place. But I don't think the way I do it could be called "nearly impossible".

- Maybe… Something had changed

- Yep! ... Something must have changed.

This was just as my saving card. Finally, after 4 large months, I was able to do my favorite subject. Some people maybe are asking themselves how I can still liking alchemy if it had been the source of all my problems. I think it's because I grew learning it and it's been always a part of anything I do, and even now that I know all it's darkest secrets, I still can't stop to do it.

Al: What do you think about this "Niisan"?

(Ed reads what Al has just written)

Ed: Hmm, Neither I. Even if I remember everything that happened to us because of this "science", I can't stop practicing it. It's like a "Doomed Addiction".

Al: we may die because of it but we'll still be happy of practicing it.

Unknown Friend (from now UF): oh c'mon, I don't know why you always see the bad side; you should remember all the heroic deeds you've done with the help of Alchemy, I would not allow you to forget that.

Al: hehe. As optimistic as always. Give me the papers Back, I want to continue writing

Although my brother told me that it was better not to do it because we didn't know why we were allowed to do that again; I usually tried to do it when anyone saw me, and my brother couldn't stop me (I wonder if it was because I was so happy) and eventually he can't resist the temptation of practicing it and one day he challenged me to an Alchemy Battle. It was time to use my gloves again…

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