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Hi there!

I'll jump right to the important stuff. You're probably all going to hate me when I tell you this: Rachel is not a homunculus.

Yeah.

You might have all thought so, and you had a very good reason. But in real life, I want to get a tattoo of an oruborus. But my mom says I can't because it's demonic. I guess she has a good point. So the oruborus on Rachel is just a tattoo. Sorry about that.

I guess the story might be a bit more interesting if I was a homunculus, and please feel free to flame me if you think so. But I think it can go along well with Rachel being a normal old human. I don't know how I could change it though, because I've already planned out most of the story without me being a homunculus…

If I was, my name would probably be Desire (no wait, that's too much like Lust), or Revenge, because I'm like that.

Even though you homunculus fans may be fuming at me right now, I ask that you please still read this chapter, and the chapters to come.

Warning: This chapter contains spoilers for the series.

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Sweet Tattoo

"What-what is that?"

Ed scrambled away from me as fast as I'd ever seen anyone move. He had a look of terror on his face, and stared at me in complete shock, disbelief, and whatever else he felt.

I knew he was talking about my oruborus.

"So…" I said. "You've finally figured out what I am."

No, just kidding! That's not what really happened. I just love freaking you guys out!

In reality…

"Ed," I whispered, trying to smooth things over. "It's not what you-"

"What else could it be then?" Ed screamed at me.

"Rachel…" Al said.

"Is that your real name?" Ed asked. "Or is it something else?"

"What do you mean?"

"All the homunculi have names that are sins. So what's yours?"

"How could you lie to us?" Al asked sadly.

"I'M NOT A HOMUNCULUS!" I finally had the sense to yell.

"What?" Ed and Al asked at the same time. "How?"

"Let me explain something to you," I said through gritted teeth. "This is just a tattoo of an oruborus."

"A tattoo?" Al wondered aloud. "Doesn't Teacher have one of those?"

"Yeah," I replied. "On her chest."

That was a really stupid thing to do.

"You ARE a homunculus!" Ed shouted. "You have that freaky all-knowing power like Pride does!"

"No I don't!"

"Yes you do!" Ed argued with me. "That's how you know everyone!"

"No it's not!" I bickered back. "And if I really was a homunculus, it wouldn't be smart to make me mad."

Ed shut up.

"But Rachel," Al started. "How can we trust you?"

"Maybe you can't," I replied. "But if you guys were smart, you'd realize that the homunculus are only named after the seven deadly sins. And there's already seven of them."

"So now you're calling us stupid?" Ed shot back. "Right after we've figured out that you're a homunculus?"

Let's just say that was the first time I had an anger mark.

"I… AM… NOT!"

Now I guess I could pass off as Wrath.

"But why would you want a tattoo of that anyway?" Ed asked me.

"I don't know," I responded. "I thought it was a cool design."

"That's all?"

"Yeah."

There was an awkward silence after that. Confusion on Ed's part, stupidity on mine. Maybe I should have told them about the tattoo, but I forget things easily. It's not my fault!

:wails:

Besides, I was too caught up from being in the FMA world. Can you blame me?

"Well," Ed said, looking embarrassed. "I guess I can believe you…"

"Damn right you can!" I said loudly. "I could never lie to you!"

"What's that mean?"

Ooh, there I went back to my old blushing self.

"Um…" It was Al. "She just doesn't like lying, that's all."

I was thankful for Al's kind words at that moment. Every part of me thought that Al understood my feelings, but I couldn't let Ed know how I felt about him, at least not now, anyway. And I couldn't tell them that I was from the real world, because they'd think I was crazy. More crazy than I seemed at first.

"Can I see what it looks like?"

"Huh?"

"Well," Ed said, changing moods again. "The homunculus don't stand still long enough for me to see their's."

"Didn't you see Envy's that one time?" Al asked him. "At Lab 5?"

I kept my mouth shut.

"Yeah," Ed answered. "But Rachel's is bound to be different, since it's not real."

He turned to me.

I obliged, and lifted the corner of my shirt again, still blushing like heck, as Ed stared at the mark on my skin.

"Wow," he said. "It sure is amazing."

"Uh-huh," I responded, staring at his wide eyes. "Why do you think I got it?"

"For a lot of reasons, I guess," he said, smiling at me. It was almost as if he took pride (ha ha I said pride) in making me blush over him. It didn't surprise me any. Most guys are like that anyway.

"So, uh…" I said randomly. "Where are you guys going tomorrow?"

Ed looked at Al, giving me the chance to release my shirt. My exposed belly to Ed was just another blush factor.

"Well," Automail Boy said. "We were probably going to go back to Central."

"Yeah," Al continued. "The military wants us to help search for Scar again."

"Scar?"

Yeah, more fangirl.

Ed gave me a suspicious look.

"He's the serial killer that everyone knows about, isn't he?"

I stared pointedly at Ed.

"Yeah," Ed shrugged, smirking again. "That's the one."

"Cool!" I said. "I want to help look for him!"

"Why in your right mind would you want to do that?"

Ed looked confused. I guess to him, it must seem crazy for me to actually want to cross paths with Scar.

"I don't know."

Then I yawned. (Wow, when I wrote that, I actually yawned!)

"Sleepy, are we?"

Ed gave me yet another hot smile. And I knew why.

"Yes, I am."

I went to the bed, and stretched out on it.

"And just where am I supposed to sleep?"

Ed stood at the foot of the bed, looking at me. I was taking up the entire bed.

"Well," I said. "There's plenty of room on the floor."

"I thought we agreed that we would both sleep on the bed!"

"Yeah," I laughed, trying to prevent another blush. "Okay."

So, the rest of the night was pretty uneventful. What did you expect? Come on, Al was right there!

Did I say that?

Uh, I mean… I slept well.

I dreamed of Scar that night.

T.B.C…

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Okay, that was Chapter 8. Sorry I have so much dialogue, but chapters like these are just that, anyway.

Next chapter, I'll meet Scar. It's about time.

Yeah, yeah, I know he's dead, but don't remind me! He's just so hot! And he's going to be alive in my story. So there.

For all you Scar fangirls, you should enjoy the next chapter. And if there aren't any Scar fangirls, then I can have him. Yay! But I know that there are.

So review now, and please be patient for Chapter 9.