NOTE: I am Xxmetalhead13 on Quizilly, so NO I am not plagerizing her stories my stories that is...

Name: Skye Takahashi

Age: 15 - born April sixth, 1899

Height:5'1"

Hair: long and black

Eyes: dark brown

Short synopsis of backround:

Born on the outskirts of a town called Takayama, you lived peacefully with your twin sister and your mother.

Your father had left when you and your sister were around four due to reasons unknown. You have no hatred for him, for your mother never seemed upset about it.

Well, anyway back to your childhood.

In town lived your mother's best friend, Nina Iwate. Nina had a son, Chris, who you never got along with. Your sister on the other hand was quite fond of him and she even said how she would marry him someday.

The day after your seventh birthday you woke up to the house on fire.

Loosing your sister and mother, you ran away to Central and lived on the streets.
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You walked down the street and turned into an all too familar alley.

Snow glistened, peircing through the darkness of the night.

You sighed and stuffed your hands in the pockets of an oversized ripped jacket that you found about three years ago left on a park bench.

Finding a collection of worn blankets layed out next to a dumpster, you sat down in the resting place you had made.

You had slept here ever since you found out that you wouldn't ever have a family again.

For years you counted on the generosity of people to keep you living, but that didn't last long. Soon enough you had to live for yourself; finding your own food, clothes, and warmth.

And now, you didn't really care if you died or not.

Nothing would change.

No one would miss you.

You wouldn't miss anything.

And yet, suicide never really crossed your mind. It was a complicated matter really, but you just tried your hardest to not let your mind go there.

In the distance you could hear laughter.

Images of you and your sister as children flashed in your mind.

"Lea...," you muttered and brought your knees up to your chest.

A snowflake landing on your nose brought you out of your thoughts.

It's fucking freezing you thought and brought one of the equally cold and snow covered blankets over your head.

December cold

cold snow

cold + snow not good for the homeless You whined as you entertained the equation in your mind.

None the less, you closed your eyes and tried to fall asleep before the street lights came on.

Ugh, my head I can't believe--

BAM

The street lights came on.

"Oh my fucking god!" you complained and turned so that your face was against a wall.

Soon enough, your body became numb due to the cold and sleep had overtaken you.

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-X- First Person POV -x-

I laughed as I ran past my little brother.

"Ah ha! Try and beat me now Al."

"Fine!" he retorted.

He picked up his speed and became infront of me. "The last one to HQ is a short-tempered midget!"

"WHO ARE YOU CALLING A MIDGET!" I yelled furiously, trying to catch up with him.

"Sorry Brother!" Alphonse laughed and turned into the alley.

I turned as well, but slowed down and smiled.

How can he not be alive I mused.

My little brother was laughing, and I could see him smile.

I just wish the rest of the world could see him smile as well.

"Hurry up Brother!" Alphonse yelled.

"Comming!" I replied and starting running again...but, something caught my eye.

A bundle of blankets leaned up against a wall...and they were moving!

Impossible.

I walk over twoards the bundle. Maybe it's a bunch of kittens...oh no, Al.

"Brother, what's taking you so long?" Al asked after seeing that I had shifted my attention to something other than our goal to reach our barracks and sleep.

He walked over to where I was as I crouched down infront of the blankets.

"Now Al," I began as I started to move some of the blankets, "if a bunch of kittens--" but I never finished.

"T-those aren't kittens, Brother," Al stuttered.

No shit.

Actually, a person was there.

It was kinda hard to tell the gender for most of the person's face against the wall, and the fact that the only source of light was a street light at the end of the alley didn't help either.

Messy black hair, large tattered jacket...still no effing light!

I placed a hand to..err... the person's neck.

Really, really, cold. But, there was a pulse; slow and not-so steady.

"Is he alive?" Al asked, assuming this mystery homeless person was male.

Yea, lets got with that; he's a guy. That makes things a LOT simpler. And beside, he looks like a guy, not that I can see him or anything but...yea...

"Yea, but he's not doing so good," I replied.

"Can we let him warm up at HQ?" Al asked.

"Sounds good. If he doesn't warm up soon he'll probably die," I answered and picked the guy up.

Didn't even flinch.

Damn, this guy's out cold I thought as I followed Al back to headquarters.

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I set him on the couch as Al turned on the light.

"How old do you think he is?" Al asked.

"Not sure Al," I responded.

"Well, he isn't very tall," Al pointed out, "I think he looks to be about thirteen."

"What's a thirteen year old boy doing out on the street?" I wondered aloud.

A knock was heard on the door.

"Fullmetal?" a familiar voice asked.

I groaned but answered the door.

"What is it Colonel?" I asked, slightly surprised that he didn't just send on of his subordinates to drag me to his office

"Oh nothing," Mustang replied in a cocky mannor, "I just want to discuss your last mission."

Heheh, oops.

On my last mission I was sent to investigate some kidnappings.

I found the kids. And the kidnapper...but accidentally caused a few thousand dollars in damage.

I guess the building was some sort of significance to the town...and the mine underneath just happened to collapse.

It was a coincidence, I swear.

I stepped aside, allowing the colonel in.

He looked around, but stopped at the couch.

"Who's the girl?" he asked.

"What do you mean 'girl'?" Al asked.

Roy smirked.

"Well, obviously she's a girl; long hair, short. I mean what man in their right mind would have long hair and be that short?"

His smirked grew as I felt the anger rise inside me.

I threw a punch twoards his face, but he caught it just in time.

Lucky bastard.

"Well, if you're really not sure what sex she is, then why don't you just find out for yourself," Mustang suggested.

"He..or she, wont wake up. It's not like we can just ask him," I mentioned.

Mustang raised an eyebrow at me then shook his head lightly.

"There's a diffrence between girls and boys."

I could feel my cheeks redden as I understood what he ment.

"What's wrong Elric?" Mustang asked in his usual Royish tone. "Never seen a girl before?"

I knew what he was insinuating. I blushed darker and crossed my arms.

"I'm on a mission Mustang," I spat, "I don't have time for that kind of thing."

"Not interested in a relationship Edward?" Mustang questioned, still holding that tone. "You're fifteen Fullmetal, I'm sure you're interested in a certain 'benefit' of being in a relationship."

Holy. Fuck.

I couldn't believe he was saying this.

I blushed darker but retorted in a firm voice saying, "I already said that I didn't have time for that sort of thing."

"Just because you don't have time for it doesn't mean you don't want it."

I had no idea what to say to that.

"Lets just get this over with," I said angrily as I walked over to the person.

I quickly unbuttoned the jacket, my mind clouded, but stopped midway when I realized that there wasn't a shirt under it...that there wasn't just some guy's chest under it.

I froze.

This guy was definatly a girl.

Mustang whistled behind me.

"Nice. Too bad she's wearing a bra, then you wouldv'e gotton to see everything."

I quickly turned around, realizing I was staring, and the blush quickly returned to my face darker than ever.

For some reason the incedent that I recently had with Psiren returned to my mind and I blushed even darker.

"Wow Edward, I don't think I've ever seen you blush that dark before. Get a male thought in your head?"

I did my best to ignore Mustang's comments and turned to Al, who was also blushing.

"Al, can you go get me one my shirts?"

"Sure thing Brother." Al left to where I had kept my clothes.

Mustang chuckled. "Well that just made my day."

"Pervert," I muttered and sat down.

Alphonse returned with one of my sleeveless black shirts and tossed it to me. "Here you go Brother."

I caught it and stood up then walked over to the slumbering girl. She needed something dry to wear...but then I realized I had stopped moving.

Mustang grabbed the shirt from my hands and took off the girl's coat and quickly slipped on the shirt.

"There. See, it's not too hard."

I huffed, then grabbed a blanket from my bed and tossed it over the girl.

How the hell can she sleep like this I thought. I put a hand to her neck. She was still rather cold and her pulse still a little slow so I tucked her in and sat back down.

"So, where did you find her?" Mustang inquired.

"She was in an alley Al and I passed through. She was sleeping in the snow and near death due to the temperature," I answered.

"So what do you plan on doing when she wakes up?" he asked.

I looked at Mustang and gave him a quizzical look.

"You said yourself that you're on a mission, so you can't let her stay with you. And are you just going to let her go back on the streets?"

Oh shit.

I didn't think that far ahead.