You rolled over to your side and nestled your cheek against the warm fabric beneath you. The smell of breakfast filled you sences and you smiled softly.

You were having the dream again. The one where you wake up and you're at home.

Lea and Mom smiling brightly as you eat your breakfast.

You shut your eyes tight, not wanting to awaken from the wonderful dream.

You shifted slightly, noticing that you were on a couch or something and that your arm was bare against the blanket covering you.

This is weird, you thought. It all seems so--

It hit you.

You really were smelling breakfast.

You really were laying on a couch.

You really were warm.

Your eyes shot open and you sat up.

You were sitting in a small room with two beds, two doors (one of which you assumed led to a bathroom), and a table with a small plate of pancakes and several papers on it.

Where the hell am I? you asked yourself.

For all that you knew, some sicko bastard could've drugged you, taken you back to his place, and then raped you.

You shuddered at the thougt, because really...that was the more probable situation.

Keeping your virginity when you lived alone on the streets was a tough challange, but you had done good so far.

You did have one close call though.

This guy was drunk. Really, really drunk.

You were usually good with hand-to-hand combat (especially with drunks because they're so off balance), but this guy was also really strong.

Just thinking about it made your stomach queasy so you blocked the thought from your mind and stood up.

You glanced down at the pancakes that were on the table.

Who knows what's in that shit, you thought cautiously.

You could hear people walk by.

Where the hell am I!

The realization that you were kidnapped set in and you became furious.

You had to get out of here.

Looking around the room, you spotted a window quickly. It was a small room after all.

Looking down through the window you guessed that you were about two stories high.

Fuck.

Before you could even think about what to do next the door opened.

"Oh, you're awake."

You turned quickly to see a blonde boy standing in the doorway.

Your heart sped up.

He came in, closed the door, and tossed his red trench coat on the couch. He took another step closer and began to take his black jacket off.

Your eyes widened and you took a step back.

"Get away from me you sick pervert!"

He raised an eyebrow at you and put his black jacket back on.

Your hand dove into your pocket, searching for your knife.

Ah ha! The bastard didn't bother to check you for weapons.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

...what! This guy really was a fucking idiot.

"What's wrong," you yelled as you walked up to him, "What do you mean, 'What's wrong'? I was fucking kidnapped by some pervert! How old are you anyway! 13! I mean come on, I thought my kidnapper would be scary, but you're so short!"

"WHO ARE YOU CALLING SO SHORT THEY COULD BE CRUSHED BY AN ANT!" the boy yelled, getting on his tippy toes so he could appear taller.

"YOU, YOU FUCKING PERV!"

"WHY THE HELL AM I A PERVERT!"

"I DUNNO, MAYBE 'CAUSE YOU KIDNAPPED SOME GIRL AND STARTED TO STRIP IN FRONT OF HER. YOU PROBABLY DRUGGED ME THEN RAPED ME!" you screamed in his face, become more and more furious by this imbecile.

He backed away and blushed slightly.

"What are you talking about?" he asked in a quieter tone, "I was just taking my jacket off, and I didn't do anything to you."

"Oh...But why am I here? And why am I wearing this shirt?"

"My brother and I found you sleeping outside. You were near death due to the cold temperature so we brought you here. Your coat was wet and cold, so I put you in one of my shirts. You've been sleeping all day," he explained.

"Where exactly is 'here'?" you asked.

"Central's military headquarters," he said.

"Wait, you work for the military?"

"Yea, I'm a state alchemist," he answered.

Wait...woa. They don't let kids become state alchemists unless--

"Wait, how old are you?" you asked.

"15," he replied

Your eyes widened and you walked up to the boy. You moved his jacket so you could see his right shoulder.

Automail. The rumors were true.

"You're the Fullmetal Alchemist," you said, still staring at his automail.

"Yeah."

You've read enough newspapers to know about the Fullmetal; the child prodigy; the savior of the people.

"You lost your arm and leg in some kind of train accedent or something right?"

"Uhh, yea."

"Wow, I've heard you were short but...wow," you said quietly, a small smirk playing on your lips.

"I AM NOT SHORT!" the young alchemist yelled.

You giggled and sat down.

"So, Mr. Fullmetal Alchemist, I--"

"Please, I'm Edward Elric, just call me Ed," Ed insisted.

"Okay Ed, I have another question...Why did you bring me here?"

"I already told you. You were outside--"

"I know that," you interjected, "but why? You could've just left me there."

"What, you would've rather died?"

It's not like it would've mattered.

"I'm not afraid of death," you retorted simply.

Ed furrowed his eyebrows in agrivation.

"Just be glad I saved you and go take a shower." He pointed out the door to the bathroom and went over to a dresser. He pulled out a pair of pants, a shirt, and a pair of his boxers and threw them in your direction. "You can wear these."

You looked at the clothes.

"Boxers?"

"Well it's not like I have any girl clothes. I travel with my brother," Ed pointed out.

You shrugged and walked into the bathroom.

---

You sighed deeply as the warm water hit your body and washed away years of living on the streets.

You couldn't remember the last time you took a shower like this.

It was simple things like this that you missed so much.

You breathed in deeply and stepped out of the shower.

You wrapped a black towel around yourself then looked at yourself in the mirror. You hadn't looked in a mirror for ages.

You weren't bad looking, yet you couldn't call yourself beautiful. Your black hair had become longer, and strands fell in your brown eyes that had now become dark and dull. Your skin was pale, yet your cheeks flushed from the heat of the shower. You were skinny from lack of food, but you didn't look really anorexic.

You sighed and slipped on Edward's clothing, and frowned when you found that your hips weren't big enough to hold up the pants.

The shirt fit, though a little tight around your brests. You were used to baggy clothing, so it felt kind of weird.

You walked out of the bathroom and found Ed talking to a man in a large suit of armor.

The man looked up at you.

"Hello," said the voice of a ten-year-old.

"Erm, hi," you responded.

Ed turned to look at you.

"Hey, how was your shower?"

"Good. Uh, do you have a belt," you asked, "these pants are a little big."

Ed nodded and got a brown belt from his dress.

"Here." He tossed it to you.

"Thanks." You grabbed it and put it through the loops on the pants and.

"So, what's your name?" the man in the armor asked.

"Skye," you replied as you fumbled with the buckle, "Skye Takahashi."

"I'm Alphonse Elric, Ed's younger brother. Call me Al."

"Nice to meet you Al," you greeted politely, still messing around with the belt buckle. "...FUCK!" you exclaimed and crossed your arms.

Edward laughed at your outburst.

"Need some help?"

"Sure," you grumbled.

Ed walked over to you and knelt down.

You stared at him as he fixed the belt.

His fingers grazed your stomach and you felt yourself stiffen up.

After what seemed like forever he looked up at you.

"How's that?"

"G-Good," you managed to stutter.

He smiled causing you turned your head and blush.

"Well, come on Al. We need to go see the colonel," Ed stated as he grabbed his coat.

"Comming brother," Al said as he got up.

Ed put his hand on the door knob then turned to you.

"We'll be right back okay."

You nodded your head then sat down.

Ed and Al left and closed the door.

Who are these people, you wondered. That Edward, he's so cute. I wonder if he has a--woa. Back up there.

You shook your head and stood up.

You had to get out of here. Something didn't seem right. You couldn't really stay with these two, and you were getting attatched to Ed.

It would break your heart when he told you that you had to go back on the streets.

You grabbed your coat that was draped over a chair and went out the door.

You saw a friendly looking woman with short brown hair walking the opposite direction of you.

"Excuse me, can you tell me where the exit it?" you asked.

"Sure," she replied and told you where to go.

"Thank you," you said and made your way to the exit, avoiding eye contact with anyone.

You were about to make a left when you heard a familiar voice call your name.

Ed.

Fuck.

You ignorged him and continued to walk, but you heard him run after you.

He caught up to you and grabbed your arm, just enought to make you stop but not enought to cause pain.

"Skye where--," he started but you tried to jerk you arm away.

"Let me go!" you yelled, your hand flying up about to reach his face.

But he grabbed your wrist, and you turned your head in his direction.

You looked into his eyes, and you found yourself not able to breathe.

His golden eyes.

You were weak against his stare, but unable to look away.