FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST
Dear (place name here)
Chapter 7
By Sakura Sagura
Disclaimer…
Ed: …
Al: Brother?
Ed: What?
Al: Are you that nervous?
Ed: No! What should I be nervous about?
Al: Well…
Skaii: Ed! I have the dance steps you need to practice!
Roy: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Ed: SHUT UP!
Al: …Skaii doesn't own us.
Skaii: Al, don't say things like that!
Al: Yes ma'am…
Ed: Al!
Al: What?
Ed: Help me!
Al: With what?
Ed: That thing…
Roy: What do you mean 'that thing'?
It must have been nearly 6:30 or so as she lay there on the blue, paint-peeling bench. A loud train whistle made her stir from her sleep.
" What time is it?" She asked herself as she sat up. The girl had short black hair that went just past her chin, which was accompanied with a murky lime bandana, and her blonde bangs hung messily above her vast, brown eyes. Her nose was pointed upward a bit and over looked the rest her almond colored, sleepy face. She stood up, straightened her black and white school uniform (A/N: Just like Skaii's in ch.1), and tapped her gray sneakers on the frosty cement. The wind was cold and clammy as it cut through the train station. She had sat on that bench, which was only a stairway away from the train tracks, all night waiting for Skaii and her 'friends'. Why isn't she here? Skaii said she'd come straight here! She irritably thought as she sat back down and rapped her legs under her plum jacket she hadused as a blanket. Skaii knows how risky it is for her to be taking trains are now days! And with those two… Wait a sec! A sick feeling crept its way into her stomach. She stood up abruptly, threw her jacket over her shoulder, and headed for the ticket dispenser. She dashed through the cold wind till she came to the small, cement hut that had a pipe bellowing thick smoke from the roof.
" How may I please you?" The uniformed man asked from behind the fogging window.
" I need a ticket to Pelican please." The girl asked a bit nervously as she handed him the small bronze coins. He gave her a peculiar look.
" Who are you to want to go to a backwards place like that?" The man asked after taking her money through the small opening.
" Well, I need to see someone…"
" What's your age then? Not safe for youngsters to go alone."
" I am 14. Old enough t' take care of myself." She said truthfully. The man gave her a 'are you serious?' look. She nodded as she sighed at him. No one ever seemed to believe her for some reason. Maybe it was the fact that she was only 5ft.
" Name and info then. Got t' stamp your ticket." He sighed and took out a ticket and a pen.
" My name is Mimi Minami, age 14, gender is female, and my hometown is Bacon." She said flatly.
" All the way from Bacon, eh? Quite away alone I dare say." He smiled and slid her the ticket. She nodded appreciatively and started for the tracks. " Wait a sec!" The man called. Mimi turned back to him curiously. " Keep your wits about you! Be cautious everywhere, on the train and off! … And let good luck be with you. You'll need it all!"
" Thanks for your advice!" Mimi said timidly. And with that she headed for the train tracks.
" So, about this train…" Al (A/N: Alphonse-Al and Alfonse-Alf) started, " Why do people allow this to go on?" Alf stopped in her tracks to depressingly stare at Al.
" Cause… dey is a feared. If dey stand up 'or us they'll be killed. So dey hide and say to 'emselves that things ain't go'n on." Alf clenched her fists and made her way down the train top. Al, wide eyed (A/N: As well as he can…), watched her walk away.
" Killed?" Al stood there dumbfounded. Alf jumped onto the next train car and fumbled with a trap door.
" You come'n?" She called back to Al, who stumbled his way over to her, and crouched down before she opened the door.
" Why are they after you?" He asked firmly with his hand holding the door shut tight. Alf tried opening the door but obviously couldn't. She glared at Al. It was only then that he found she was crying. " Ah! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to make you cry!"
" Want kind o' nodikins are ya' not know'n what is go'n on?" She yelled at him. Al scooted back a bit, horribly freaked out, still making sure his hand was on the door. " Ya' fumble head!" Alf struck his armor chest with her hand only to quickly take it back and cradle it in her other hand.
" Careful you'll hurt yourself if you hit too hard!"
" Ya' think!"
" Sorry!"
" Stop do'n dat!"
" Sor- huh? Stop what?"
" Say'n sorry!"
"… Why?"
" Ya' don't need to!"
" Huh? Why not?"
" …Ain't ya' one of 'em 'ollows?"
" A what?" Al asked suddenly, surprised at the fact Alf had stopped screaming at him,Al leaned in a little closer to get a better look at Alf's face. She quickly turned away from him. " What do you mean by ''ollows'?" Al asked.
" Me meant are ya' one of… 'Em walk'n trash cans?" Alf stood up on her feet and stared at the squatting Al.
" Trash can?" Al said in a whiny tone suddenly surrounded by that black and purple air with those white dangly things (A/N: You know like when Al gets upset in those few episodes like on 'Forger's Love'). The cat on his loincloth had a defeated expression and was starting to whimper. Alf smiled and whipped her tears from her eyes. Unexpectedly she reached for Al's helmet head and swiped it off. " WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Al bawled as Alf jumped in.
" I likes it in 'ere," Alf's voice said from inside of Al. " I think me'll stay fir while!" After saying this Alf proceeded to move about for a better position.
" AH! Y-you know I CAN'T feel you in me… BUT STILL! GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT!" Al yelled at Alf. When she kept moving Al proceeded to run about to the next car and back several times, acting like a crazed chicken that had lost it's head (Alf had Al's head anyway), and screaming like a little girl all the way.
" WILL YA' STOP YOUR NODIKINING? I BE GO'N DEAF IF YA' DON'T STOP!" Alf yelled from inside Al who stopped, this only made Alf slam her back onto the inside of Al's chest plate, and cuss something nasty. " FISH FIDDLE STICKS-"
BANG
" Hmm… you hear that? I say we got ourselves a rat problem." Teyya smirked at the figure in front of her. She moved the gun back to Ed. " You know that those rats are taller than you right?"
"WHO'REYOUCALLINGSOSMALLTHATIFHE WASINAWRESTLINGMATCHWITHARATHE'D BETOSMALLTHATHE'DGETSQUISHEDBEFORETHE RATKNEWHEWASTHERE!" Ed screeched at Teyya who had to cover her ears.
" For a delectable aquatic creature you're sure noisy."
" I"MNOTASHRIMP!"
" I never assumed you were."
"… I'MNOTAPARASITE!"
" I didn't say that either."
"… What did you mean then?"
" I meant you were a lobster."
Awkward silence
" I'M. NOT. A. LOBSTER!" Ed yelled grabbing his head. Teyya giggled at Ed's frustration.
" Fine you are a shrimp then." Teyya said calmly. Ed gawked at Teyya just realizing he'd been tricked.
" I'm NOT a SHRIMP! I'm a lobster- I mean a HUMAN!" Ed blushed at 'admitting' he was a lobster. Teyya was laughing and pointing.
" Are you sure? Your face is as red a lobster!" Teyya laughed still trying to calm down. Ed's head filled with anger marks as he grinded his teeth.
" WHY DOES EVERY ONE CALL ME-" Ed started yelling at the ceiling but saw a note there and stopped to read.
WHAT! THERES NO LETTERS? Oh well… we'll all live, I guess.
Good storyline, by the way. Poor Ed, so small and short and all…
Mycatcoco7
" What ya' looking at?" Teyya asked as she looked up too. " No idea what some of that means. But it is right about one thing…" Teyya smirked at the wide-eyed, open-mouthed, pale alchemist.
I can't believe this! Here's ANOTHER stupid note calling me names! A NOTE! I bet Skaii's doing this! …Storyline huh? I wonder if these people are delusional… Ed stood there thinking this while Teyya leaned over and whispered in his ear.
" Mycatcoco7 was right in the fact that you ARE short." Teyya whispered. Ed jumped at the tingle in his ear and then came back with a fist. Teyya noticed this and stepped back a few feet in the car. This car was wider than the others. It was laden with gold ornaments and velvet seats, fine redwood floors, diamonds, that were sparkling on the sides of the marble tables in between the seats, shone bright, pearl encrusted windows showed the depleting grasslands, the walls were painted green and were as soft as silk, and the ceiling was coated in silver and green gemmed strips.
" STOP CALLING ME SHORT!" Ed yelled and threw another punch at Teyya who just ducked in response.
" But if I call you 'tall' I'd be lying." Teyya stood up and dropped the gun on a nearby velvet seat. She ran at Ed and tried kicking him in the gut. Ed caught her foot with both hands and twisted.
" I'm still GROWING you idiot!" Ed shouted and twisted harder. Teyya couldn't stand the pain and flipped over so her leg was straight. Only now she was on her stomach. She brought her other leg up at Ed, who was busy re-twisting her leg, and hit his left shoulder. He let go and Teyya flipped back onto her feet and smirked at him.
" You fight well for a lobster."
" Shut the hell up!"
" Make me."
" I will!" Ed was now even more ticked off then he was 30 seconds ago. He ran at her and jumped. He brought his knee up and would of hit her squarely in the face if she hadn't ducked. Ed ended up on a table. "ARGH! Stop doing that!" Ed yelled as soon as he was on his feet.
" I will, once you stop me." Teyya sighed. She was fed up with Ed and wanted to finish their fight before the train stopped.
" Fine, have it your way." Ed spat and clapped his hands, placed his left hand onto his right arm, and transmuted it into a blade.
" Pretty fancy." Teyya grinned at the workmanship. " Mind to tell me how you did that?"
" You'll have to stop me first." Ed grinned evilly at Teyya as he lunged forward slashing at her leg. Teyya shifted her footing just in time. She flung her hand at Ed's face only to be blocked by his left arm. So instead she kicked Ed in the left shin.
" Ow! What do you have on you leg?" Teyya cried rubbing her foot. Ed looked down at his leg.
" Nothing. Just auto-mail." He said innocently. Teyya mumbled the words to herself.
" Same with that arm?" Teyya asked nodding towards his arm-blade.
" Yep. And this auto-mail is gonna beat you till you tell me where Skaii is." Ed went back into a fighting stance. Teyya noticed this and copied him. Ed charged at Teyya before she knew what was happening. Ed punched her right cheek, under her eye, with his left hand. Teyya slid back into a seat rubbing her cheek. Her hand felt something behind her. It was her gun. "You have enough yet?" Ed asked smugly. " I can always use my auto-mail if you want." Teyya gripped the gun and sneered at Ed slightly.
" You wouldn't have the guts to kill me." Teyya said lazily to Ed, who was looking quite surprised at the response, and then stood up with the gun behind her back.
" …Who said I was going to kill you?" Ed asked tormented at the thought of killing anyone. Teyya smiled. She had found his weak spot.
" Well, if you were to cut me with that there auto-mail I could die of blood loss, my head falling off, having my internal organs damaged-" Teyya said over dramatically.
" Okay, I see your point." Ed said cutting her off and cringed at what she thought he might have done. " And besides, I don't kill."
" Then what was all that talk about using your auto-what's it? Hmm? Was that just for show?" Teyya grinned as she pointed the gun straight at Ed. " You won't get someplace without sacrifice you know. And when I say 'sacrifice'," Teyya moved closer to an alarmed Ed. " I mean people who get in your way. To live, as I'm sure you know, others must die. And for them to die someone must kill, right?" Teyya was now only about 4feet from Ed.
" Wrong! You don't… No one should have to…that is I-" Ed stammered. Teyya gave him a 'go on' look. He gulped and looked down at his right arm. Ed was about to say something really extravagant when the train flipped over again.
"Where am I?" Roy sat up and rubbed his aching head. He felt so tired and sore. Why is the floor so wet? Where am I? Where are the others? …What is that? Roy thought as he made his way onto his feet. He looked down the aisle. Someone or something was making its way toward him. Instinctively Roy positioned his right hand into a snapping pose. "Whose there?" Roy asked the figure confident that if he had to fight he'd certainly win. Instead of an answer, the colonel's nose received a grotesque stench, Roy felt sick. As the figure came into the light of a nearby window Roy felt his stomach jump. The figure was a dark purple color, the oily skin looked as though it just barely fit, it was tall enough to be at least a head taller than Al, long bony fingers and toes, the right hand looked as though it had been burned, pointed jaw, razor sharp teeth, snake like nose, crocked horns, ribs stuck out, raptor like legs, and the eyes were small slits with a faint red glow.
Roy covered his mouth as the creature came closer. The smell was so strong that he could taste it. Which wasn't good considering the stench was just horrendous. The creature was only a yard or two away from Roy now. Quickly Roy, who just remembered his gloves, snapped at the creature. Nothing happened. He snapped again. Nada. Then again he snapped, this time much harder. Nope. Frustrated, Roy flung his arm while snapping. A letter popped out of nowhere. Roy grabbed it and stuffed it in a pocket, still no flames. This leaves only one option… Roy turned around and grabbed the door handle. Run away with the little dignity I have left! Roy swung the door open. He stepped forward and slipped on what must have been his drool. This explains why I couldn't use my alchemy! The colonel's eyes started to water as the creature stood right behind him. The long fingers grasped the back of his collar and dragged him upward till he was a good two feet off the ground. The creature turned Roy so they could see eye to eye. The smell coming from the creature's breath was like the smell of decaying bodies. Roy had the feeling he was going to die. So, being the colonel he is, Roy tried to smile. " Heh heh, hello beautiful." Roy said in a dorky voice. The creature gave Roy an innocent look.
" Hallo yourself gorgeous." The creature said in a German accent.
Oh crap!
" Alfonse? Alfonse, are you okay?" Al asked the little girl laying on a burgundy towel. Darrie leaned over three, slightly dented, tin cups as he poured some tea into them. Alf's eyes opened slightly and she looked around. The room's walls were a pale carroty color, there were shelves and cupboards, all randomly poka-dotted, on the ceiling, some on surprising places on the walls, and some were piled in the far corner next to a door. Two counters, each a deep gray, one had a cherry and olive striped sink, and several jars were sitting on the two counters over looking the tiled floor.
" What happ'n?" Alf choked out. Al shifted his seating a little. The loincloth cat looked nervous.
" Ah, you see… I think someone shot at us and when they did I kind of…" Al blushed.
" Freaked away?" Alf smiled at Al and tried sitting up. Though she couldn't so Al had to help. Darrie sat down on the other side of Alf and handed her some tea. She nodded thankfully and took a sip. Darrie gave Al a wary look and handed him a cup of tea as well. Al took the tea and looked at the deep green fluid.
I hope brother is doing better than me. Al set the tea down and took out the letter and read it.
Dear Skaii Shii
Can I kill Armstrong? OR BETTER YET MAKE HUGHES KILL ARMSTRONG?
HEY HUGHES, ARMSTRONG SAID THAT ELYSLA IS THE DEVIL AND WANTS TO KILL HER!
Love, Sailor N
Al sighed as he read the letter again. He hadn't seen Hughes in a long time (A/N: Yes, in this fanfic Hughes is… you know. And the brothers still don't know.) and, thankfully, they hadn't seen Armstrong either.
" HELP! I'm stuck!" Someone said exhaustedly from behind Al, he turned to look; no one was there though.
" Did you hear that?" Al asked Darrie and Alf. They nodded and looked around. Darrie stood up and took a deep breath.
" What err ya' do'n?" Alf whispered to Darrie. He shrugged, walked to the counter, climbed on top of it, jumped at a cupboard handle, grabbed it, and out came Armstrong.
" EEEEEEEK!" Al jumped and hid behind a startled Alf. Armstrong stood up and stretched. Darrie, flat as a sheet of paper, stuck his thumb in his mouth and blew.
" No! Ya' nodikins, y'all know dat is banned!" Alf shrieked at Darrie who, now back to normal, blushed and bowed to Alf to show he was sorry.
" Oh, Alphonse, how are you?" Armstrong asked Al once he was done stretching.
" I've been better sir…" Al answered. Armstrong looked around the room.
" By chance do you know where we are?" Armstrong asked while checking the cupboards.
" Aye. Us are on our way t' Pelican." Alf said shyly. Armstrong nodded to the girl.
" What is that you have there, Alphonse?" Armstrong bent over and grabbed the letter. He read it. He then reread it. After that he re-reread it. " Whose 'Elysla'?" Armstrong asked as he re-re-reread the letter.
" I was wondering the same thing." Al shrugged. Darrie put his head up against the wall.
" Ano." He moved his cap a little and listened in.
" You'll nev… Well not… ward…phon…then you…"
" That is… you… quiet be…"
" …Welings… you'll see…because he is in… em…"
" Is that… o… he… so you see… lear on that?"
" …Flame…chemical re…etters…"
" Shut up!"
Darrie scooted away from the wall when the scream cut through his eardrums.
" What was dat?" Alf asked no one in particular. Al stood up and ran to the wall and drew a transmutation circle.
" Ano?" Darrie marveled at the detail and took a step closer. Armstrong picked up Darrie and Alf so they wouldn't be in the way. Al placed his hands on the edges of the circle. A light flashed and in front of Al was a carroty colored wooden door.
" Alright, let's go!" Al swung the door open for Armstrong, who ran (while crouching) at the door with Alf and Darrie on his shoulders screaming. Next thing Armstrong knew he was on his butt, Darrie was on top of Al's head and Alf was Armstrong's footstool.
" Ano ano ano?" Darrie clutched Al's spiky shoulder so he wouldn't fall. Armstrong, oblivious to the fact Alf was under his feet, glared at the fine red door in front of him.
" NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Al screamed. " NOT AGAIN!" He tore open the door. A blue one was next with black trim, then a platinum one, and then one with locks. Al ended breaking that one right out. Armstrong looked on with desire to assist Al.
" Here Alphonse, let me help! I will use the famous Armstrong 'breaking doors out of their sockets' technique, which has been passed down through-" Armstrong said proudly as his shirt disappeared mysteriously.
" Yeah, yeah, just grab some doors!" Al yelled franticly.
Ed sat up and rubbed his head finding his auto-mail back to normal. He looked around to see Teyya under some luggage. Ed stood up and stretched his sore muscles. He suddenly realized he had his old clothing back on. The red coat, black jacket with white trim, black tank top, white gloves, black pants, and black and red boots were back. Ed scratched his blonde head and yawned. Something fell out of a pocket of his. It was the letter from the place he'd met Darrie. Ed picked it up, sat down on the nearest seat, and read it.
Ed, will you ever go out with any of those girls? Poor baby. Belch. Now that you think of it… milk is nasty! Milk makes you barf! My Ed-kun is NOT short! What is this crazedgurl going to do to you next?
Crazedgurl847
" No I won't go out with any of those girls. I'm NOT a BABY! Yes milk is nasty! And I'm not going to drink some opaque white liquid that was secreted by a COW! Think about it. You're mainly drinking the cow's pie!" Ed rumbled off angry at what Skaii did to him earlier. " Now let's not bring that incident up again… YES! Somebody who knows I'm NOT short! I don't know what you're going to do next. Whatever it is leave me out of it."
" Whom're you talking to?" Somebody asked from the seat behind Ed.
" AL DID IT! I SWEAR IT WASN"T ME! I EVEN PUT THE BOOK BACK FOR HIM AND I-" Ed shouted, freaking out more then he should.
" Uh, Edward m'boy." It was Mr. Welings grinning at Ed's foolery. Ed gaped at him.
" Where'd you go?" Ed asked Mr. Welings. The old man picked his nose, looked at the piece of yuckness, and then stuck it under the table. " Ew… Why'd you do that?"
" I don't know. Guess I felt like it." Mr. Weling shrugged and did it again. Ed sweat-dropped at the old man.
" Say," Ed said quickly, " Couldn't you go and get Skaii so we can leave?" Mr. Welings was startled at Ed's sudden outburst.
" Nope!"
" Why not?"
" Cause."
" Cause why?"
" I don't want to."
" … Okay, why don't you want to?"
" Cause."
" Cause why?"
" I don't want to."
" ARGH! GIVE ME A REAL REASON!"
" Fine! Rude little…"
" I'M NOT little! Here you can even see I'm not in this letter!" Ed grumbled, stuffing the letter in the old man's face. Mr. Welings studied it. Then he looked at Ed somberly.
" Edward…"
" Huh?"
" I'm sorry." Mr. Welings whipped a tear from his eye. Ed for some reason couldn't help smiling. He placed a hand on Mr. Welings's shoulder.
" Its alright. I forgive you."
" Oh, thank you Edward! I feel my soul arising!"
" Okay… Anyway just don't do it again."
" Huh? Do what?"
" Don't lie and say I'm small."
" For calling you small?" The old man gave Ed a puzzled look. Ed stared at Mr. Welings.
" Yeah, you're forgiven."
" I wasn't sorry for calling you small. I was saying sorry because…" Mr. Welings stood up, kicked Ed out of his seat and onto the floor, placed a sandaled foot on top of Ed's head, took out a spoon from his pocket and treated it like a microphone. " I was saying sorry because I CAN'T READ!" Mr. Welings burst into tears. Ed's head was littered with anger marks.
" GET THE HELL OFF OF ME!" Ed yelled over angry once again.
" So, do you come here often?" The female creature asked Roy, who was tied to a chair at a table, across from the creature. Roy shook his head. " No? You should! They have the yummiest meals here!" The creature 'smiled' at the freaked out colonel. " Oh, its so sad though. Sometimes I find the best meals in the halls. Why in fact I saw the cutest little shrimp puff earlier!"
" Really? A shrimp puff?" Roy choked out through the stench. The creature smiled at Roy, showing the razor-sharp teeth, and placed her hand on the table on top of Roy's. He flinched but put up with it. If he didn't he most likely be eaten…
" Do you like shrimp, honey?" The creature leaned towards him a bit. The colonel quickly shook his head. " Oh well, what do you like?"
" Well, I like uh…" Roy's face was turning bluer every millimeter the creature's fingers crept up his hand and onto his arm. " … Natto is a favorite of mine." Roy smiled in a dorky way. This little trick had turned off many women before.
" Really? Well then…" The creature jumped onto the table. This sudden movement made Roy fall over in his chair and flat on the floor. The creature beamed down at him. " Let me be your natto!"
" AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Roy screamed like a little boy getting five shots at once. He shut his eyes waiting for the worst. There was a scream, most likely to be the creature's, and a thudding sound.
" Hey, you know when I told you to settle down?" A familiar voice asked Roy. " I didn't mean you should marry a freaky monster like that." That was Hughes's voice. Roy opened his eyes. It was Hughes in a tux with a throwing knife in hand.
" Hughes,"
" Yeah?" Hughes bent down and cut the rope so Roy could stand up.
" There's something I need to do…" Roy said brushing off his pants.
" Oh no. You two weren't going steady were you? I'm sorry about that-"
" No, I'm glad that thing is dead."
" Hmm, you didn't love her? Not even a little?"
" … Where did you get that-"
" Well, you must have liked her if you two were going to-"
" HUGHES!"
" Sorry, sorry, I'll stop. Now what do you need to do?" Hughes asked his old pal. Roy cleared his throat. Then he pointed, screamed like a little girl, and ran out the door. Hughes stood there dumbfounded. Then it came to him why Roy was acting so weird. " His heart must have been crushed. Break-ups are so tough." He took out a picture of his family and kissed it. " Maybe someday he'll have a family as good as mine."
Author's Note
(Please READ)
We have our first winner boys and girls! That's right, do you want to know whom? Of course you do…
(" ) MYCATCOCO7 ( ")
You are the winner! So what I need you to do is fill this out in a review.
Name: (may I just call you Coco for short?)
Age: (not over 1000 please…)
Gender: (I assume you're a girl…)
Likes: (Top 5 favorite things or more)
Dislikes: (Top 5 lest favorite things or more)
Favorite Character: (Who and what you'd do if you met)
Lest Favorite Character: (See above)
Hair: (color/style/length)
Eyes: (shape/color)
Skin: (What color are you)
Height: (Are you taller than Ed)
Clothes: (Two pairs please)
Attitude: (Need to know… sort of)
Can you kick butt: (Any weapons you're good with or and fighting skills)
Crush: (I assume it's Mustang)
That's about it. Remember this is for your MADE UP character. Not the real you please.
And for you other readers out there... all I really did was choose who reviewed most... Merry Turky giving!