A/n: Just a story I thought I would write because… well, I felt like it.

Disclaimer: I don't own FMA, shoos lawyers away … with pitchfork

What Really Happens to Those Kittens?

Alphonse Elric walked alongside his brother after a very tiring day. Ed was grumpy because he still had to go to that bastard Roy and tell him of his findings.

Basically, he had to tell him that they found nothing. Oh, but wait. That would only come after Roy had teased Ed about his height.

"So, Ed, did you find the stone? Wait, where is Ed? Oh, haha, sorry, sorry, I couldn't see you there over these pile of papers!"

Ed slumped against the door of Roy Mustang's office, "You wait outside, k?"

"Hai, nii-san,"

"I'll be right back,"

"Hai."

Ed went inside reluctantly, closing the door behind him. Al positioned himself at the keyhole to listen to their conversation, when he heard a different noise. It sounded like… a kitten!

Al ran off to save the poor feline, leaving Edward and the colonel's conversation.

"Neko – chan!" he rubbed the metal of his finger and thumb together, making an awful screeching sound.

Immediately a small fluffy black ball rolled into his view. Al picked the poor, (actually, it looked quite healthy, and had a collar on it) cat up, and slid it into his suit of armour.

"Al!" Al heard Ed call his name, and quickly ran towards the Central Head Quarter's main building.

"What's for supper?" Ed asked as Al came into view.

"I'll make it right away!"

"That wasn't what I asked," Ed mumbled as he was led by an enthusiastic Al to their room.

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Al entered the kitchen and opened the fridge. Ed wouldn't miss the milk. He didn't even like to look at it. Al pulled the jug out and a saucer, and poured some of the frothy milk into the platter.

He reached his hand into his body and pulled a limp cat out.

The cat was bruised and limp, its eyes closed, head lolling to the side. The collar it was wearing had fallen off the small, squashed head. Al pushed its face into the milk, trying to force the mouth open.

Only when the whole cat's face had been dunked into the water, and the cat still hadn't moved, did Al realize it was dead.

Oh, well. Ed would just have to eat cat for another night. If only Ed didn't complain so much that he was getting sick of chicken…

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On the streets outside, a very worried child ran around the town looking for her pet, Pilo.

Days later, her poster joined many others looking for their lost cats.

MORAL OF THE STORY: Don't let your cat wonder the streets and get taken in by a suit of armour. Ever.

They will die because they will be thrown around inside. And they will not be a pretty sight.

I wrote this story to warn you of the seriousness of the situation. I am a huge cat lover, and someone had to warn everyone.

Take care of your cats and please review.

Ja ne
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