Summaries...dies

If it seems that I'm obsessing over this fic (because I am), its mostly due to the fact than several of my friends have become quite hooked, and I am under the order 'Write or Die!'. I do not wish to die, so I will write.

Connections

Chapter Two

Edward gaped at his brother in amazement.

The first thing he noticed the very wicked looking dagger that was embedded in Al's metal helmet.

The second was that a pair of hands was clasped on the sides of his younger brother's steel head.

The third was that the head was no longer attached to the body.

From the corner of his eye, Ed saw Mustang whirl to face him with fingers ready to snap.

"Boy, that was a close one!" A familiar cheerful voice sounded, setting Al's head back on his shoulders.

This time, both boys gaped at him. "Lt. Huges?"

He nodded as if it was the most reasonable thing in the world. "Sorry about the head Alphonse, but I nearly lost my own head permanently."

The younger Elric brother could only nod mutely.

The dagger-thrower seemed surprised. "I can't believe I didn't see those two there." She stuttered, drawing another knife without throwing it.

"Whatthehelldoyouthinkyou'redoinggetyourassesoverhereMaesyou'reluckytheydidn'tkillyou!" Roy's bellowing voice rang out like a thunder crack and drew their attention.

The statement must have been very meaningful, because Maes suddenly lost all the color in his face.

"Er yeah...come on Elric, before he literally blows your gaping mouth clean off." Huges urged the alchemists towards the bridge. He was laughing, but there was a note of wariness in it now.

Ed was trying to keep one eye on Mustang and Huges, while the other on the three shadows what were removing their cloaks. No luck.

He gave up, leaving Al to watch the two military men while he had the opportunity to observe the three visitors for the first time.

The girl in front looked slightly younger than the other two, yet also nimbler. Her piercing red eyes stared at him with an intensity that was familiar but hard to place. They were brighter than an Ishbalan's, and were clearer. The black hair was a few inches long, extremely disheveled, and had a vague spiky look.

Left of her was the girl with dagger still in hand. Much taller than the first, and completely tensed, gave her a snake-like figure that was ready to snap. Sandy brown hair was a light golden color and pulled into a high ponytail but still went down several inches past shoulder length. Narrowed hazel eyes were examining him silently, sending shivers down the blonde alchemist's back.

The boy immediately sent warnings off in Ed's mind. Dark navy blue hair was an inch long and haphazardly spiked in every possible direction, giving him a ruffled look. His eyes were startling gold but completely lazy and amused in a way that just ticked Ed off for no reason. A smirk, an indifferent smirk that nevertheless said 'you have no idea'. Although being wired and lean, he was the tallest.

Every fiber in Ed's being screamed 'Kimblee'.

A brief cough from Mustang brought him back from his revelation. "As you didn't hear me saying, FullMetal, just don't piss them off and they won't kill you. Namely Alchlys." He warned, generally indicating the blue-haired boy.

"Cali may cut you up a bit if you sneak up on her, but she doesn't have an explosive temper." This time it was Huges who snickered and waved his hand at the hazel eyed girl.

Al was almost afraid to ask. "And the other one?"

Named one simply shrugged and stepped forward. "I would probably just glare at you until Cali or Alk got the hint and killed you. Lythumi, but call me Lyth or risk pissing me off beyond all hell."

From the warning/pleading looks they were getting from the Lt. and Colonel, the Elric brother assumed that was bad. Very, very bad. Possibly messy, too.

Edward and Alphonse exchanged looks while Mustang seemed to go off on a tangent concerning the gang's absence for the past 4 years.

"Just who are these people, brother? And don't they remind you of other people? Like the red eyed girl and the boy for sure." Al asked in a low tone, conferring with his brother behind Huges and Mustang.

"I don't know Al, but Alchlys reminds me so much of Kimblee it's not funny. And it feels as if I have Lyth staring me down non-stop, the way she's so damn familiar. Cali is just creeping me out with her eyes." Ed replied, suppressing another shiver.

"Kimblee, huh? If you know my last name well enough to use it like that, then I guess you've already met my brother." Alchlys' rambled slowly, standing right next to Al.

Consciously, Al jumped back a little. They had yet to see his hands, and Alk may have the same 'passion' as his brother.

"Kimblee, your brother? No shit you look so smug." Ed stuttered, golden eyes flashing to his hidden palms.

It was so obvious what was bothering them, and Alk couldn't help but laugh. They were nervous, if not afraid.

"Show them your palms, Alchlys." Cali commanded curtly, coming up from behind Ed.

The Elrics spun almost completely around, stunned that the girl could move that fast without them noticing.

In response, Alk glared back and lifted his palms up for inspection.

In the second it took to realize that Alchlys did in fact, have a transmutation circle on each palm, they also realized that they were not for creating bombs. The circles themselves were a faded gold color and had thick borders with thinner designs. The pattern covered his entire palm, and was centered on the inside of his knuckles.

Actually, neither Ed or Al had ever seen a pattern like this before. It roughly resembled a single lightning bolt inside a thick, circular band with thinner background lines.

"No, I can't make you into a bomb." Alk informed them sulkily. But his attitude took a 180 spin, and he was grinning fiercely. "But I can blow you up nonetheless!"

Um, if Nagoya is reading this in the morning, get your ass on msn! And whenever you read it before school, get on. I'm going to pull a series of all-nighters.

Oh, and here's a pic for reference (Alchlys' transmutation circles on his palms)

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