CAT FAULT
Yes. This is the Fan Fiction of Cat ears. Positive critisism only in the reviews, please. I love all reviewers. This is no way accurate in the plot of the movies or books. You may not understand why, though you will later. This may not be very good, since I wrote it five minutes before I went to bed, but-
"I. Said. Stay. Still." A certain gold haired alchemists eyes narrowed at the offender, his opponent. Stupid Alphonse. He just had to pick today to find this kitten. Now , he, the Full Metal Alchemist, had chase after a stupid cat! Which, by leave of his brother, was now a resident at the Elric house, by leave of his younger brother. Pfft. Not if he had anything to say about it. He wouldn't have neccisairely been this angery-just annoyed- if it hadn't been for a bunch of very familier remains spread across the living room, that could have once belonged to a pink and blue toy zebra.
This. Meant. War.
" GET BACK HERE YOU STUPID CAT! WHAT DID YOU DO TO MR. STUFFUMS!" his face was anger itself as he chased the cat through the large dorm. They had a raise ever since the colonel reluctantly had given them a raise. But that aside, let us return to Edward trying to murder a cat.
As he chased the stray, he brushed past his younger brother, who was currently doing a transmutation to try to cure the commen cold. "Ah- brother- what-" Grey eyes clouded with confusion, they snapped into anger as he Al saw his cat being terrorized by Edward. "WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING TO EDDY!" Yes, Alphonse had named the cat after Edward. After all, they did look distantly familier- gold eyes, gold hair…. Short.
" I HEARD THAT!" his younger brothers head shot up. Had he been thinking aloud? He didn't think so… at least… he hoped he hadn't..
"H-How?" He stuttered, causing the chibi to look very confused.
" I don't know. I just suddenly had the urge to say that" the blonde shrugged, looking very puzzled. Both Elric siblings gazed into eachothers eyes for a moment, then glanced around in a paranoid way. They then blinked, quickly picked up their scripts, and continued.
"Meow" this brought Edwards attention back to the now named cat, and resumed chasing maniacally after him. Through rooms, through the hallways, smashing into other tenants, down the stairs, jumping through the second story window. Al would kill him later, he ackknowlaged, as he trampled through his little brothers carefully tended flowers.
He chased furiously after the evil cat, seething in anger. Shit. This was not good, the short alchemist thought at the back of his mind as he found himself in the middle of the paved road, strangling the defenceless stuffy murderer. Calls of 'kitten killer' came from one side of the street- elementary schoolers had just happened to pass by, on a field trip.
Now, Edward, who had been stupid enough to stop in the middle of the road, did not hear the telltale bells of the icecream venders bicycle, nor did he see the vehicle turning the corner towards him. What he did feel, though, was what felt like the impact of five hundred elsphants slamming against him. And so, the fabled Full Metal Alchemist Fell.
Now, a very well known sin just happened to be passing by, looking for Mr. Mousie. His violet gaze flitted about, resting on one thing for only a second before going to the next. "Mr Mr Mr Mooooooouuuusyy" he called in a loud, cackling voice. He was pleased. Yet again he had been able to slip past Slut. Ooops. He meant Lust. Of course. Eh? "Whats that?" He blinked, and, apon seeing the 'dead' cat and boy on the ground, began to fall into a fit of weeps, pounding his head on the ground for no reason.
"I CAN'T BELIEVE IT YOU'RE DEAD NO YOU CAN'T BE DEAD NONONONONONOO- Ooooh, chalk!" having no idea how to get a philosophers stone, he shrugged, ran away, painted a couple of stones red, and ran back. The gate wasn't that smart. Then, drawing a random transmutation circle, he clapped his hands, then slammed them on the ground, trying to bring the cat back. Not the boy! Why would Wrath care about a weird guy with metal limbs? What if being short was contagious!
A bright light surrounded them, then all was silent. Sort of. Well, no, everything was the same, except for that the little boy beside his mommy had a purple freezie instead of a pink one. And it could have been purple in the first place.
A few seconds later, the black haired sin got bored, and ran off to continue looking for Mr. Mousy, as the rest of the people around him shrugged, and went about their day. Luckily for Ed, no more cars went down the road, oddly, so a re run of the past event was not established.
His eyes opening slowly, Edward Elric brought a hand up to his forehead, wincing at the pain thudding through it as he reluctantly sat up. Making a grim resolution that whoever owned that elephent would die, he glanced around for the cat. Finding it nowhere in sight, he resisted the urge to give in to a sulk. Clutching his throbbing flesh hand, which had been crushed under him, he stood up, albeit shakily, as there seemed to be something different about his leg. Now that he was standing, he had forgotten all about his earlier mission of killing the cat. The blond straightened his coat, trying to look as if a mode of transportation had not just run over him, and set off, making his way down the now populated street.
The cat, however, has not been seen since that day. Well, relatively, it hadn't… Noticing his handy dandy State Alchemist Watch .Available at Wallmart today. the chibi totally freaked. HE WAS THREE HOURS LATE FOR WORK! Even though it would probably consist of Colonel Shit making him do the mans paper work, Roy would still probably have his head. Or.. no, he didn't want to think about that. He tried to pick up his pace, not noticing the many stares he was receiving from the other various people walking down the street.
One bunch of teenagers, around his size took to following him, practically stalking him as they called out names. As for Ed, he couldn't hear one word they were saying, as his ears were buzzing unpleasantly. That was probably a good thing, since the gang, in the five minutes they had followed him, had dubbed him Kitty Cat the Short Shrimp. But even as the lads threw rocks, the chibi took no notice. Rubbing at his blurred eyes, the boy stumbled up to the door of central, struggling with his leg. It was odd, but his metal leg felt much different. Allmost like a human leg of flesh and bone.
With Timmy The Random Boy
The young lad stared at the ground, and Grinned. "Mommy, mommy, look! I found a present for granpa!"
"Yes, Timmy, I know, you found a metal arm and leg again. Now, come on, lets go to the candy shop. Mummy is going to get you an toffee." She sighed, shaking her head at her sons imagination.
"No! This time I mean it!" Timmy protested stubbornly, a set look on his face.
"Do you want an toffee or not!" Timmy, vanquished under the threat of no toff-toff, followed meekly behind his mother, staring longingly back from time to time at the shiny limbs.
I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THE FIRST CHAPTER!
Ed: Yeesh, no need to yell.
Envy: WHY WASN'T I IN THIS STORY!
Roy: Because you're an idiot.
Me: Come, come, you're going to be in here later.
Ed: NNOOOOOOOOOOO!
Envy: smirk
Me and Envy: Maniacal laughter.
Oh, yes, as an apology for my extremely short chapter, I will add one of my drabbles called view points.
How. Can. You. Stand. It.
Standing tall when you want to fall
I'm gazing forward, straight at that freak of nature, everything he's saying going over my head. I. Hate. Him. He's giving that familier psychotic grin-there was no other way to describe it- at the same time as he punches me in the jaw. Shit. That hurt. "I'm not even sure you're a guy," I taunt, "With that short skirt and all." I think I've got him- but no, he flips back onto his feet, and continues fluidly dodging my blows. Damn stubborn.
"You're just jealous of my hot bod" is the only reply I get as a side kick nearly hits the side of my cheek. I swear, he's almost better then me.
Just Give it up, stop staying up
Just give up it all
I try to take advantage of the opportunity he has supplied me with, but- I should have expected it- He isn't even fazed, and I receive an roundhouse in return. That's going to bruise. If I even live past today . STOP IT! I scold myself. He's talking again, but I'm trying to pay more attention to the fight. I think he's gotten annoyed with my ignoring him- the last punch he sent crushed the piller I'm behind. No, not hiding, as you may think. Simply being cautious. Why do I call him a he? Well, its hard to call him an it. Though I wish I could. I really, wish I could.
Sacrifice your morals
Why won't you let go
Oh, he's getting really angery. Not that just anyone could spot it. Its not that easy- that teasing, hateful smirk is still painted on his features. His remarks are getting sharper , but I'm still not paying heed. Though it is getting harder. I open my mouth to tell him to shut up and fight, but the sentence dies in my throat as I feel a blade graze my neck. Where did that come from? I muse to myself, as I stumble back-I'm only human, no matter what the military or other alchemists claim, no matter wheat we claim, we are no gods. This track of mind vanishes as I feel myself getting slammed against the ground. A crack echoes around us. I blink as my sight goes momentarily black- did he crack my head open?
Of everything and everything
Why don't you give up and fall
"What's the matter? You dead, Full Metal Shorty? I'm disappointed in you, thought you were made of stronger stuff then that-" his voice is cut off suddenly, and I feel a slicing sensation, like I'm cutting bread. But this- is no bread.
"Don't. Call. Me. Short." How cliché, I muse to myself. I really have got to get a new saying. My gaze is drawn upwards, and I gaze into the violet eyes, the pupils gradually growing larger. I know this isn't permanent. I push his already regenerating corpse off of me, and begin to stumble towards the exit. But this is the best I can do.
Down onto the ground
And never get up again
I'm suddenly slammed into a wall. Shit. Won't this fight ever end? It seems like there's nothing in my life except violence. And more violence. Its like some X-rated war movie. Except for one thing. This. Is. Reality. "I've told you time and time again that its no use. Well, it was fun while it lasted." What's he talking about? I question myself, until I register our current position. Oh, I think detatchedly.
Since it's clear you've lost this round
If you break down and let it out
Is this the end? I wonder, not really feeling anything. I think I should. I know I should. I reach down inside myself for that spark of fear I used to feel when my death was so near, back when my worst nightmares involved Barry the Chopper. Back when I was a child in heart and out. The twisted palm tree infront of me has noticed my lack of fear, and tightens his grip around my neck. Ah. Finnally, the familier rush of fear swamps me, and in a flash of panic I knee his midriff- looks like he's male after all. Gasping for air, I land on a slump, then continue to walk on shakily. I think I see a familier flash of fire. The cavalry has arrived, quite literally.
There's no harm in giving up
If you're already ten feet under and six across
The catlike sin stalks after me- but then pauses, noticing the familier flash of fire. A look –my, getting open, isn't he?- of frustration slides over his face. Leaning in, "Have fun with your Colonel" causing me to pick up, though clumsily- my left hand is still aching from being crushed under me- a nearby small statue. I do not like that insinuation, not at all. I toss it after him. He, of course, caught it easily, and tossed it back, causing me to fall backwards. "I'd love to stay and play catch, but it seems its time for me to go home"
In the desceased Nina's voice, no less- have I said that I hate him yet? Bastard. I turn to the now approaching Colonal Shit- no matter how grateful I am, that does not change my opinion of him- and give him a slight nod, hiding my inner feelings. I've grown up, though I may still appear to be a child. Though I may still act like it, as well- I will never be that innocent boy again. I turn away from the remnants of the fight, and I don't have to look to see if Envy is there- I know that he is gone. I wonder to myself for a moment what it is like to enjoy this life for a moment- And for that small space of a second, I Envy Envy. And then the moment is gone.….
I wrote the song myself. MWHAHAHAHAH- Ok, that was random. A-NY-WAYS, I would love it if people reviewed this, since I cannot write without review. In fact, every one who reads this, has an account, and likes it- REVIEW!
Roy: Shut up you're scaring them.
Me:.. Pfft. Yeah right. Now get back to heating the boiler room, Fire-lad.
Roy: I'll get you back for this. I swear, one day I will.
Envy: HAHAHAHAHHAH YOU ARE SOOOO STUPID!
Ed:... I don't know them. They're complete strangers.