"Elric," someone called. You and Ed jerked your head in the direction that it came from.
A man around the age of twenty was walking in your direction. He had black hair that fell in his equally dark eyes, and you had to admit, he was very handsome.
Ed let go of your wrist and stuffed his hands in his pocket. "What do you want Mustang?"
"Your pay." The man handed Ed a white envelope and smiled at you. "So, you're finally awake. I'm Colonel Roy--" he started, holding out his hand.
"Colonel Roy Mustang, The Flame Alchemist," you finished, shaking his hand.
"You've heard of me?"
"I've 'lived' here in Central for most of my life. I've read many tossed away newspapers and heard a lot of talk from civilians. Colonel, you are one of the most powerful and talented alchemists in the military, of coarse I've heard of you."
Roy smiled and withdrew his hand. "Something wrong Fullmetal?"
You turned around to see Ed with his arms crossed and he appeared smaller than normal.
Ed mumbled something about Roy's ego.
"Any way, what's your name?"
"Skye Takahashi," you answered.
"It was a pleasure to meet you Miss Takahashi, but I must be going." Roy started walking past you, towards the door.
"Isn't your office that way?" Ed pointed out smugly.
"I have business elsewhere than in my office Fullmetal," Roy replied and went outside.
"Bullshit," Ed muttered. "He's always complaining about not getting enough time to work, and he's going out. Probably on a date with some pretty new chick."
You rolled your eyes. "I think he's nice."
"He's a lying perverted jackass."
Wait...I'm supposed to be running away from this guy, not having a conversation with him, you thought and casually took a step back.
Ed grabbed your hand. "Don't even think about running away."
"Why the hell do you care?" you asked bitterly.
"Why do you want run away and live by yourself? At least let me find you a home to stay in," Ed insisted.
"I'm not going to no fucking foster home or shelter. I can take care of myself!" you snapped.
"Ohh yea, that's why you almost died!" Ed said sarcastically.
"Who cares if I effing die! I have nothing to live for! If I die, absolutely NOTHING will be affected!" you retorted angrily.
Ed opened his mouth to reply but was cut off by Al calling out for him. "Brother!"
"What is it Al?" Ed asked in annoyance.
Al ran up to him. "There's been another murder; Scar's here."
"Yeah, you're definately not going back on the streets now."
"Scar only murders state alchemists," you pointed out.
Ed glared at you. "And anyone who gets in his way."
"I wont get in his way."
"And innocent children!" Sadness shown in Edwards eyes, and he looked away.
You decided not to press the subject and stayed quiet.
"But anyway, we're not gonna be able to go shopping." Al added.
"Shopping? For what?" you asked.
"You," Ed answered simply.
You cocked an eyebrow. "Why me?"
"Well, personally I don't care if you wear my clothes, but I assumed that you'd want some of your own," Ed explained with sarcasm.
"Fine," you agreed. "Let's go shopping."
---
You were in some random shop, looking at clothes.
Well actually, you were pretending to look at clothes and you would look over your shoulder every four minutes to see if Ed and Al were still looking your way.
You went over to the next rack and looked over your shoulder.
Damn, they haven't disappeared magically yet.
I have to get out of here! you thought frantically.
"Come on, hurry up already!" Ed ordered in an exasperated tone.
You sighed and grabbed some random clothes, not even bothering to look at the sizes. It's not like you even knew your size anyway. Last time you checked your shoe size was a three...in children's.
Looking down at your tattered shoes, there was no way in hell that your feet stayed the same size.
I have big feet, you whined in your head, then laughed at the randomness of it.
"Are you done yet?"
"Geeze Ed, hold on. You have the patients of a three-year-old.," you complained as you walked up to him, carrying an arm full of clothes.
A vain throbbed in Ed's head, and you could sense the anger in his aura.
"Not to mention the height of one too," you added under your breath.
"WHO ARE YOU CALLING AS SHORT AS A THREE-YEAR-OLD! I'M TALLER THAN YOU!"
Hmm... I think Ed heard it.
"No way are you taller than me!" you retorted.
"Brother, Skye, please don't fight," Al insisted.
"Sorry Al," you apologized and smiled brightly up at him.
Ed muttered some colourful words under his breath and grabbed the clothes from your arm.
As he was paying for all your merch you realized that this would be the perfect time to make a get away.
Without a second thought, you ran right out the door.
Yessss.
-X- Ed's POV -x-
I paid for all of Skye's clothes and turned around.
"You're lucky I was paid today," I grumbled while counting all the money I had left.
"Brother--" Al started, but I cut him off.
"Not now Al. Skye, take your stuff," I ordered and stuck out my arm with all of her clothes, still not paying attention to anything around me.
"But Brother, Skye isn't here," Al pointed out.
What? (I hope is wasn't on my coat)
"Whatever, she can stay on the streets. I don't care, I'll just return all this stuff."
"Brother, you're so heartless."
I am not heartless. I just dont care about her.
"You can't just let her die outside in the cold. It's December!"
I guess Al had a point.
"Ehh...Damn conscience! Fine. Al, hold onto this stuff." I shoved Skye's clothes into his arms and ran out the door.
---
I looked around for Skye, but couldn't find her.
"Have you seen a short black haired girl wearing baggy clothing run past here?" I asked a man selling baked goods on the street.
"As a matter of fact, I have," he answered. "She ran right past here, and turned the corner."
"Thanks," I replied and ran off.
When I turned the corner I saw Skye walking casually. I tried my best to be quiet, but my auto mail kept making a clicking sound.
Click. Click. Click.
WHY THE HELL IS IT DOING THAT?
Skye stopped.
Crap, I think she heard me.
All of a sudden, she started running again.
Ohhhh no, she's not getting away that easily, I thought and clapped my hands then pressed them to the ground.
-x- Your POV -X-
Damn, someone's following me, you thought as you began running again.
All of a sudden you heard a loud crack, and you were surrounded by bars.
"WHAT THE FUCK!" you screamed in frustration and shook the bars.
The guy who was following walked up and looked at you through the bars.
"What the hell Ed! JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!"
"Hey, I was gonna let you go, but Al didn't want you alone on the streets in December. Eh, my conscience got to me," Ed explained. He clapped his hands and pressed them to the bars.
They disappeared.
Without a transmutation circle.
You stared at him wide-eyed. "H-How did you do that!"
"Alchemy," Ed answered, "now come on."
He grabbed your hand and stared walking back to the store.
"Well no duh it was alchemy, but how did you perform it? Without a transmutation circle?"
Wait, maybe his auto-mail has an array carved into it, you thought and grabbed his right arm.
"What are you doing?" Ed asked.
You ignored him and took off his glove.
Nothing. Just a stupid metal hand.
"Damn," you muttered. "How did you do that?"
"Uhh...I'm just that good," Ed replied while rubbing the back of his head.
"Do you know how amazing that is? You're probably the only person in the whole world that can do that!" you exclaimed while following Ed.
"I know someone else," Ed stated.
"Who?" you asked.
"My teacher," Ed answered. "Her name's Izumi Curtis."
"Hmm...Never heard of her. Is she a state alchemist?"
Ed laughed. "Oh god no. She hates the military."
"Then why are you in the military?" you inquired.
Edward became sullen. "I have my own reasons."
---
Back at Ed's dorm in HQ you were in the bathroom staring at yourself in the mirror.
You wore a dark red long sleeved shirt and black jeans. The fit you kinds tight and you still weren't used to the feeling.
You brushed your long black hair and smiled at yourself in the mirror.
It was the first time you looked like a girl.
You cautiously walked out of the bathroom.
"Finally! What took you so--" Ed started to say but stopped once he saw you.
Is that a good thing, or a bad thing? you asked yourself
"You look great Skye," Al said.
"Thanks Al," you responded.
Ed sat down, his cheeks a light pink.
"What do you think Edward?" you teased.
"Eh, well you look a lot better when your not wearing my clothes," he commented.
You faked gasped. "I think I was just complemented by the great Fullmetal Alchemist!" you exclaimed sarcastically.
Ed chucked a book at you, but you caught it.
"Don't get used to it." He stood up and went to get something, but you hurled the book back at him. Ed dodged it, causing it to hit Al's head.
His helmet fell to the floor.
You stared at where Al's head should've been for a few moments before horror overcame you.
"OH MY GOD!" you screamed. "HE DOESN'T HAVE A HEAD!
"Please don't be scared Skye; this is how I am," Al tried to console you.
"Well this seems familiar," Ed grumbled and picked up Al's helmet.
"B-But how!" you stuttered, eyes wide with fear.
Al bent over so you could see a small array drawn in, what looked like, blood on the inside of his armor.
"He's a soul attachment," Ed explained, sounding sad.
"A soul attachment? What's that?" you asked, calming down.
"I attached his soul to this armor when he died."
"What did you loose in equivalency?" you inquired, becoming more curious.
Ed lifted his right sleeve.
"This."
Your eyes widened, yet again. The train story was a lie.
