DISCLAIMR: FMA. Full Metal Alchemist, whatever you want to call it, not mine. But when I take over the world...

Himoru Arakawa will have a giant castle, but be forced to make a new chapter every week, just like Misashi Kishimoto! But she can't have a team, but her work is the one and only best!


A/N: Yes, I'm alive (snicker). Here is chapter 7 for the three people who have me on author alert, and the couple of people who have this on story alert! Kudos to you beautiful people, and yes, I know you exsist! I'm just a procrastinator, so don't expect a thank-you note anytime soon...(but I do love it! YOU GUYS ROCK!)

I left a cliffhanger on my last chapter, but there are no recaps. Please read my other chapters. You don't just randomly open a book, start reading it, then finish it? No, and it's not nice to the author.


Chapter 7: Appurtenant Time

"Konichiwa! Get out of my room God damn it!" Kiara shouted, throwing her suitcase at her.

"Jesus Kiara!" Liana caught it distractingly, but it still muffled her voice. "Besides, you can hardly call it your room. Other people are providing it for-"

"Does is look like I care!" Kiara interrupted. "This is my personal space! How'd you even get here before me?" she asked incredulously.

"That's not point. I called you down there so I could talk to you, not so you could throw a hissy fit and stomp off on me," she replied.

"LEAVE ME ALONE!" Kiara shrieked, throwing her fist at her.

"When did you get so violent?" Liana asked breathlessly, barely catching it. "Don't hurt me Kiara, I know you don't want to."

"Keep talking, maybe I can get a shot it," Kiara tried to struggle from her grasp.

"Fine, I'll cut straight to the point," Liana sighed. "It's your father. He was the one with the town, not that stupid name I made up earlier. Kiara, you're dad is looking for you."

Four days passed. Kiara's time with the Elric brothers was almost over. She had only two more days, to her delight, and she could finally go back. That was, until Kiara had finally taken her nervous butt out of her room to go see Mustang.

She had been jumpy for some reason after Liana had informed her of everything. Still in a state of shock, she couldn't think clearly, or eat properly. No one seemed to notice except the Elric brothers, who she easily slipped away from, and Austin, who she had cancelled all lessons with.

After two unsteady days, Austin came up to her room. When half an hour passed and he could get nothing out of her, somehow, he managed to persuade her to see Mustang.

And, as she sat in the chair in front of Mustang, she marveled and wondered at how Austin had managed to do it.

"So, what's this all about?" Roy asked, smirking that she had come to him.

Kiara scowled, but didn't turn back around and walk off.

"Liana Kong came here the other day," she cut straight to the point.

"Why the need, I've already got the little helpless information," he held up a small amount of papers.

"That's just the thing. She lied, and told me the truth," Kiara bit her tongue, remembering all that Liana had told her.

Mustang sighed angrily. "Why?" he asked angrily.

"Because I'm the only one who's supposed to know the truth, but I'm telling you," she replied.

"Well…this has never happened before," Mustang smirked, almost making Kiara regret everything she said. "But I'm glad you came," he added. "And I have to admit, I'm very relieved you're confessing. I was in a tight spot you could say, and I'll look much better to everyone if I know the real truth."

"Maybe I shouldn't tell you then," Kiara turned the tables. "I'd like your superiors to see you struggle…that's amusing."

"I can have you killed."

"Not until you get your information," Kiara smiled wickedly as Mustang sighed.

"Just tell me," he urged frustratingly.

"OK, okay," Kiara laughed, leaning back in her seat. "First off, I think you need to know his name is Garo Agro; that's made up."

"Well?" Mustang snapped irritably after a long silence. "Can we have a first name?"

She paused for a moment, and breathed in deeply.

"I haven't all day Nevina," Mustang added.

"Oh, I'm sure you don't," she rolled her eyes sarcastically. "Aimon Nevina," Kiara finally said.

He eyed her suspiciously for a moment. "Don't get me wrong Nevina," he spoke after a long air of silence. "But your last name isn't too common around here…." He trailed off, expecting her to explain.

"He's my father," Kiara explained. "Can I tell you the rest without stopping?" she felt embarrassed asking, and lowered her head slightly.

"Go ahead," and for the first time Kiara had known him, Mustang's voice sounded respectful and caring.

"After a freak alchemy accident long ago, I lost my mother," Kiara started off, never keeping her eyes off the floor.

"That's hardly saying it right," he heard her say from above.

"Alright," she gritted her teeth, knowing he couldn't sound kind for more than a moment. "About a year ago when I murdered my mother I lost my state alchemist ID," she spat hatefully. "Better?" she snapped.

"The truth hurts," Mustang shrugged.

Kiara rolled her eyes, knowing she'd never get through explaining this without his snide remarks. "Let me finish," she ordered.

Mustang hushed up, allowing her to move on.

"My father, Aimon, is still alive, and has been for quite some time," Kiara didn't pause for Mustang to become shocked or let it sink in. "We had a misunderstanding you see, and so he ran off. My search was cut short seeing that the military took no time into arresting me," she recalled the dark cold nights in a cellar she didn't deserve.

"It turns out that really my father had set off to protect me. Don't ask me what the hell that is, I don't know. Frankly, Liana and I think he's out to find the Philosopher's stone, call me crazy," Kiara laughed.

But Mustang's face tightened and he went stiff. "So…" he thought of how to word his sentence. "That would make reasonable sense, including his actions. Your father has set off to find the legendary Philosopher's stone to protect you. The question is…why?" he asked.

"You do realize the divine stone isn't real?" Kiara laughed. "I mean sure, there are leads, and sure there are some 'refined' additions to it, but to find the real thing…well apparently, it'd be trying to find a needle in a haystack, to say the least."

"That's not what I'm asking you Nevina," Mustang ignored all she said. "I'm asking if you know why your father would be searching for the Philosopher's stone. Greed or lust could be one thing, but if it's to help you, why?" he asked.

"I don't know."

"I barely know half your story," Mustang said, finally making Kiara lose it.

"You do too," Kiara sighed frustrated. "A seventeen year old girl shows up randomly at the military's doorstep asking to be a state alchemist. They laugh in her face, but a certain Colonel Roy Mustang knows better. In fact, he's even heard rumors of a girl like this. So, he gives her a chance, and it turns out well. This only makes Roy look especially better, which is why, for some weird reason, his officers get their own room.

"Everything runs smoothly for the Entity Alchemist, and a year passes. Exams come through and she passes successfully and even a few new or polished discoveries. Yay for the most productive state alchemist to ever live," she threw in sarcastically.

"But egad on the government! For, to everyone's shock, the young alchemist had murdered her mother only four months into the New Year!

"Quick to snap into action, the military locks her away and rips her from her precious license she worked so hard for. After several protests, questions, and witnesses later, the expelled alchemist is free from all charges, for no one could pinpoint the exact cause of death for the mother. The girl was placed under heavy duty for four months, though she barely needed it, and somehow managed to survive a year without any barges.

"But oh, holy! Now the crimes are rising again, and who better to blame them on than the one everyone already hates? Not only that, but she is placed under the care of a state alchemist, though a regular official with a much less busier schedule could have taken care of it. Why, she's even set on an old case again.

"So here we sit, with a very pissed off Kiara Nevina explaining everything. Would you like me to keep saying our next actions in third person?" Kiara asked sarcastically, finally ending her long explanation.

"Thank-you for the information," she saw a creepy smile bestow across his face. "Although it was all a fabricated lie, and barely anything was explained, I see my intentions were correct."
"What the hell are you talking about?" Kiara asked confused.

"It seems you'll be staying with us longer than I expected," he smirked. "I'll arrange a meeting with you and the Elric brothers in a week's time, so be ready," and he began to sift through papers on his desk.

"Wait…what?" she asked incredulously.

"You'll be staying," he answered simply, never looking up from his documents.

"Oh no," Kiara laughed hard and icily. "You can't be serious," she stared him down hard.

"I'm afraid I'm not," his attention was of course on Kiara, but staring down at his papers were only there to make her more angry.

"I'm ready to leave!" she shrieked. "I deserve to leave! This doesn't make sense. You can't keep me in holding, I don't belong to you people anymore!"

"Sorry for my rudeness, but I'm afraid you'll have to escort yourself from my office," she could see Roy trying to keep a suspicious smirk coming across his face.

Kiara stood there flabbergasted. She was ready to go home. No more annoying Edward, no more people staring at her oddly because she was very young, no more crappy lunches of bread and water, no more small room, no more restrictions…no more anything. She felt like a captured bird from the wild, and just when the rehab center was about to let her go, a stupid little boy ran through and stepped on her foot. She was crushed in here for good. By God, what had she gotten herself into?

Amazingly, she pulled her body around, one foot stiff in front of the other. On contact, her feet began walking swiftly. Out the door and passed the hall. Into the elevator and up to her room. Through her door and onto her bed. It all seemed like a blur when she did so.

Me, staying here, she thought it over. WHAT GOOD CAN COME FROM THIS? She was so pumped up and angry, the new book she was reading on her nightstand flung across the room and hit her window.

she thought it over. She was so pumped up and angry, the new book she was reading on her nightstand flung across the room and hit her window.

"I DON'T WANT TO STAY!" she screamed, as Mr. Yuki fell over.

She hadn't noticed or taken the time to realize that the second the rather large book hit the white metal shelf that it fell over. Mr. Yuki came tumbling down, but since his pot was plastic, it didn't break. He popped right out of his holder and soil spilled out onto the floor. Considering it wasn't carpet, she didn't really care.

"I want to go on with my life, not theirs. I'm done with the military. Hell, I was so close to being done with alchemy!" she shoved her face in her hands, sitting up on the edge of her bed. "I just want everything to be over…." she sighed.

"I guess I really did sell my soul to the military," she shrugged, finally giving up. "Even if I don't have my watch."

A faint knock sounded at her door. Kiara looked at her alarm clock next to her to see it read 4:00 in flashing red letters.

"Oh, right, Austin," she suddenly remembered, running up to the door.

"Is everything all right?" he asked, looking passed her to see her plant. "I heard some screaming, I wasn't sure if I should knock…."

"So you sat outside of my door and eavesdropped?" she snapped.

"N-N-N-No…I mean- I didn't…it's…er- I thought—" Austin stuttered horribly.

"I'm joking," she laughed. "Mr. Yuki just fell over."

So Austin came in and helped her clean up.

"So, there is good news," Kiara spoke as she cupped the dirt into her hands and dumped it into the pot again.

"What's that?"

"I'm staying for a very long time," she explained. Actually, to her, it wasn't exactly good news.

"Really?" Austin sounded excited. "That's great! See, and I thought God hated me," he joked, making Kiara laugh. "Anyway, why are they keeping you crammed up in the devil's hell hole?" he made her smile again.

"Have no bloody idea," she told him.

"It doesn't have anything to do with that meeting with Mustang I made you go to, does it?" Austin asked.

"Actually, yes, it had everything to do with that," Kiara replied.

"Yes!" he shot his fist in the air. "I love me," he wrapped his arms around himself smiling, while rocking back and forth.

After Kiara laughed again, she smiled at him. If she had to stay here, at the least, she should try and see all the good points about this place.

"I know you don't like it here," Austin finished patting down the last bit of soil nicely around Mr. Yuki. "But just try and see all the good things around here," he literally spoke her thoughts. "Starting with me… but that's a given," they chuckled together.

"Well, it's very roomy, and provides me with absolutely everything I need, so I don't need to go out in public," Kiara thought. "And that's just less time with Ed!" this time it was Austin's turn to laugh.

"And…well, I suppose living without people towering over me all the time is pretty nice," she shrugged. "And Alphonse is quite a lovable person, I'd like to spend some time with him," Kiara figured.

"Al?" Austin asked suddenly.

"Yeah, why?"
"Nothing," he quickly replied.

"I'm not in love with him or anything. He's a giant suit of armor," Kiara chortled.

"I know that," Austin turned a deep shade of maroon. "I just thought if you hated Ed so much, then you didn't find Al very good either," he lied very quickly and very good too.

"Their total opposites, and you know that. For example, Al is kind, sweet, loving, caring, respectful, tall," the last word made each of them laugh together. "Basically everything nice, and everything Edward isn't," she summed up.

They ended up talking up a storm as they always did, making their way outside to practice as they normally did. Today they reviewed their passed lessons, and Kiara found Austin was having a little trouble remembering everything. She decided to take it much slower, and eventually, Austin would get it all right.

After the lesson, as they were walking back up to their rooms, Austin broke their conversation about global warming.

"Are you absolutely positive you can't go anywhere in public without the Elric brothers?" he asked.

"Pretty much," she shrugged.

He sighed, and his face fell. "Then I guess I'm going to have to ask you if you and the Elric brothers would like to join me for lunch?" he shrugged, trying to chuckle the weird sentence off.

"Lunch, eh?" Kiara thought it over for a moment. "Where at?"

"I know this little place a couple of miles from here. Nothing big," Austin explained. "Ever heard of the Maison de Ville Café?" he asked casually, with a very fine accent.

"I know it's French, and I know it means townhouse," Kiara shrugged. "And I like them both. Sure, I'd love to go," she answered.

"Good," he smiled.

"Good, then it's a date," Kiara laughed, as Austin turned red.

"A double date," Austin chuckled.

"Wow, I didn't know you swung that way!" Kiara exclaimed, earning a hit in the arm. "So how long have you and Ed…?" she could help herself.

They laughed merrily until Kiara stepped off the elevator and walked up to her room.

"Somehow, I always end up back in my room," Kiara said aloud in the silence, noticing the weird realization. "I guess it's because the author can't think of anywhere else to put me," she laughed, and then suddenly the thought that this was just a fanfiction written by a twelve-year-old girl was instantly snapped from her brain.

(A/N: HA, THAT'S FUNNY!)

"I need to talk to the Elrics," she realized, running out of her room.

She went up the elevator, although it was only one floor, and had to stop for a moment to think. She just realized that she'd never really been up to the Elrics room. So she sort of forgot what room number they were.

"Was it fourteen? No…fifteen. Wait...five? No, that's on my floor," she thought troubled. "I know it starts with a 'f.' I think Riza said fourteen. But that was so long ago!" Kiara cried frustrated.

"I guess there's only one thing left to do," she shrugged, taking a deep breath.

"ELRIC BROTHERS, IF YOU'RE IN YOUR ROOM PLEASE COME OUT SO KIARA CAN TALK TO YOU!" she gave her highest shriek of a scream, killing her vocal cords she hit so high. "SEE, SHE CAN'T REMEMBER YOUR ROOM NUMBER AND—" but she was cut off.

"My Atlanta shut-up!" someone managed to shout over her (to both of their amazement).

"Oh, hi Eddie!" she perked up with a happy wave as Edward held his head in his hands.

"Every day you make me need medication," he growled angrily.

"And every day that provokes me to do it more," Kiara wavered in a sing-song voice, inviting herself into their room while skipping.

"Oh, hello Kiara-kun," Al smiled the best way an armor can in greeting, looking up from a giant mound of papers.

(Again, A/N: ALPHONSE CAN CALL KIARA WHATEVER THE HELL I SAY HE DOES GOD DAMN IT!)

"Really, Al, you're using 'kun'?" Ed barked grumpily.

"I'm just so special!" Kiara squealed, hugging herself. "You guys sure have a lot of papers," she picked up a thick document, then dropped it into some more research.

"Don't scatter the analysis!" Ed shot heavily, trying his best to catch the papers that were floating quickly off the edge.

"Damn Ed, you're in a horrible mood. And not just your normal one either," she huffed, crossing her arms in a quick shove.

"Well, brother's just upset because we have to spend so much time inside these days," Al intervened in his defense.

"Because of you!" he shot a horrible death dagger at her. "We can't go anywhere! I'm stuck in here with no leads whatsoever!"

"What are you looking for?" she inquired curiously, snatching a paper before they could stop her. "A…travel guide?" she furrowed her eyebrows.

"Uh, brother wrote that," Al tried to take it from her grasp.

"Hold on," she never removed her eyes from the text as she swiftly brought it up and out of Al's sitting reach. "This isn't a real travel guide…it's a code," she finally noticed.

"Wow, I had no idea you weren't completely thick," Ed rolled his eyes sarcastically.

"Shut-up," Kiara snapped back, still staring hard at the text. "Every alchemist writes in code…." She realized. "I used to write in a variant of anesthesiology," she told them.

"Really?" Ed seemed surprised and impressed at the same time. "That's a pretty difficult field…why didn't you think of something easier?"

"Well, I was called the 'Entity' Alchemist. I studied various sources of life," Kiara shrugged. "I knew all about quantum physics and medical structure before I even dove into alchemy. Plus, I like to write about numbing people and taking all their pain away by jabbing a needle in their vein," she sighed, looking off into the distance to recall old memories. "It's comforting…."
Ed and Al just sort of stared at her like she was this creepy girl with weird philosophies. And she was, really.

"But…." She took another silence to sit down and try and work at the code she held in her hand. "The only thing I can get from this is an advertisement to Alleth," she shrugged, tossing it make to Ed, who distractingly caught it.

"I can't make head or tails of it either," Al assured her the same confusion as Ed smiled happily.

"Wow, I had no idea you weren't completely thick," Kiara found herself shooting the same icy words that Ed had said just moments before right back in his face.

"Sorry…." He muttered, taking her aback.

Finally he gets how horribly nasty he is to me, Kiara thought angrily, watching him distastefully as he seemed rather embarrassed at how he had acted. He'll see one day that I'm just trying to help him…. She sighed with a faint smile.

Kiara thought angrily, watching him distastefully as he seemed rather embarrassed at how he had acted. She sighed with a faint smile.

Wait…help him. Kiara finally realized why she was here in the first place.

"Okay, the real reason I'm here," she clapped her hands together and rubbed them quickly, feeling the heat of friction instantly form. "And you're not going to like it…."

"Can you tell us later? We really aren't in the mood," Ed begged her breathlessly.

She frowned slightly, noticing the pleading look in his baggy eyes. She deciphered whether or not she should really tell them. After all, Mustang wasn't going to talk to them for another week…and Austin had offered them to lunch tomorrow. She decided to wait until after the pleasurable afternoon out in town and then lay the big news on them.

"OK," she shrugged carelessly, acting if it wasn't that big of a deal. "But I'm going to have to at least tell you that officially, today was going to be my last day here until I left for Kyoto."
"Really?" Ed seemed surprised, then began looking up on the calendar that hung from their wall. "You left today? You're sure? I thought it was…oh, well that says yesterday," he chuckled, marking the day off.

"Nice to know you care about me," she spoke bitterly.

"We do," Al acted as if he was talking to a child who was saying her mother didn't love her. In a way, he was. "We've just been frantically busy, and the truth is even I didn't know when you were leaving," he looked up from his work to see a rather lower self-esteemed Kiara. "You've grown on us so much it's just kind of weird thinking you'd really be leaving," he finally got the rest out, making Kiara smile and brighten up.

"Well, actually Ed was right. I really leave tomorrow, but that doesn't count if all I do is pack and get out of here by twelve!" she came to a defense she really didn't need to uphold. "But that's not the point," Kiara tried to move onto the information she desperately needed to tell them. "I just need to tell you I'm going to stay and we're all having a meeting with Mustang," she finally got out.

"You're staying? Great!" Al cheered, making her coo and try to hug him.

"You're…staying?" Ed asked, not seeming to be grateful or sad.

"You didn't want to hear it all," she found herself saying in the same sing-song voice. With a smile plastered across her face, Kiara got up and skipped over to the door.

"Oh, and we're having lunch with Austin at the Maison De Ville Café tomorrow. And don't say we can't, you are ordered to come with me anywhere in public," she warned.

"But we—"

Though Ed's voice was cut off by a door hastily shoved shut.


There are two ways to write anesthesiology. Of course, if you write it 'anaesthesiology' it's just a variant of the original spelling…and takes too long to write out (a whole extra letter!) And yes, I knew what anesthesiology was before I wrote this, and I didn't find it randomly over the Internet, so stop scoffing. AND I KNOW WHAT IT MEANS, TOO! I'm fairly smart if I do say so myself….

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