Well, this is my first three-way crossover story, and I guarantee you, it's gonna be one hell of a ride! The first two topics involved are FullMetal Alchemist(mostly FullMetal Alchemist)and Gorillaz, and another one will be added later on. And, before you ask, this is about MY fictional life (well, me and my friend Crystal's, but you get the point). Some of the names, descriptions of the characters,and dates have been changed (sorta) for multiple reasons, so please don't sue. Hehe...nevermind. Anyway, have fun reading; this is gonna be quite a long story!

The Alchemical Alternative

Chapter One: Playing Doctor With The Rich And Famous

(Story told in third person point-of-view. Somethimes, I'll be the one telling the story, but it'll only be for a few chapters. Plus, all you Ed, Al, etc. fangirls out there, you're entitled to your own opinion about my story, 'cuz I know that all the hot guys from these chapters will be taken, but just bare with me for a while, okay?)

11/18/06...

Kayla Hamilton took her Biology 101 textbook and shoved it into her black bookbag. Yet again, another night of studying. Actually, more like a weekend. It was a Friday afternoon, 1:51 PM, school was out, and Kayla was in for a whole hell-of-a-lot of studying for her Bio test, topic: body systems. The one topic she despised over the rest she had been taught so far.

With a quick wave to her biology teacher, Mrs. Meisner, she made her way down the hall to her locker. The hall was crowded, as usual, but it gave her a quick opportunity to say "have a good weekend" to all of the friends that crossed her path. First came Courtney, then Kiely, then Priscilla, then, she arrived at her pale-blue locker. Or, was it regular blue. She just mentally hit herself in the head and put the combination into the lock. She pulled it and it snapped open. She then opened her locker door.

She gazed plainly at the locker's contents: a blue jacket she hadn't removed from it for two months, a few fake red flowers lodged into the jacket hook in the top left hand corner, and three pictures she had drawn, magnet-ed onto the door, just simple sketches, nothing really showing her true talent as an artist. But, then again, she was going to get a few more drawing books later on during the weekend.

Grabbing her Spanish binder and shoving it into her backpack as well, she zipped her bag up, threw it over her shoulder, and turned around, to see her friend, Crystal, standing right behind her.

Crystal stood almost about six feet tall, a bit taller than Kayla, with long blonde hair and green eyes. She was wearing a black T-shirt and her favorite pants, those baggy, black goth pants with chains hanging off at every side. The two had been great friends for about three years, and Crystal was one of Kayla's first friends when Kayla moved into the school district.

"Hey, Cris," Kayla said with a quick smile.

"Hey. Have fun in bio?" Cris said with a smirk.

"Oh, hell no. I can't stand bio, you know that."

"Uh, no I didn't."

"Well, maybe I told someone else, but still, I can't stand it."

"Forgetting who you told, blondy?" Cris pointed to the frosty blonde streaks in Kayla's short brown hair.

"Shut up. You're one to talk."

Cris laughed. "Yeah, I know."

The two proceeded to walk down the stairs to quickly visit their Global Studies teacher, Mr. Score, before heading out to their buses.

"Oh, by the way, how's 'Ed', Cris?" Kayla's friend claimed to be married to Edward Elric from FullMetal Alchemist, but there was no way that Kayla could believe her.

"I'll kill him."

Kayla sighed. "What did he do, now?"

"He and Al won't stop fighting."

"Oh, that's great." Kay's voice was obviously sarcastic. "What about?"

"Al's keeping Ed from killing the cat."

Kay laughed. "What did the cat do?"

"Scratched Ed."

"That seems a bit minor, don't you think?"

"Not to Ed, it wasn't- SCORE!"

"Here we go."

The two girls saw the Global teacher walk down the hall, carrying a small stack of files under his arm. He looked up at the two and grinned.

"Well, well, if it ain't the Pirate and the Barbarian." Mr.Score always referred to Cris as the "Pirate", while he called Kay the "Barbarian". Cris liked her nickname, but Kay didn't know why Score referred to her as a barbarian.

"Arggh!" Cris yelled almost loud enough for everyone in that particular hallway to hear. Lucky enough for Kay, sh wasn't that loud.

"Arggh!" Score said back. "By the way, Pirate, when are you gonna make up that test?"

"I'll come in for post-session on Tuesday."

"Okay. See you guys later." He walked into his room and closed the door.

"See ya, Score," both girls said. They then continued down the hall.

"Why does he call me Barbarian?" Kay asked herself. Unfortunately, Cris heard her.

"You do anything to earn that name?"

"Not that I remember."

"You don't remember anything."

"Go to hell."

"I'll meet ya there."

"Good point."

The two finally stepped outside and stood over where their two buses were parked, right next to each other, giving the two a bit more time to talk.

"So, what are you doing over the weekend?" Cris asked.

"TV, video games, computer time. The usual routine. You?"

"Same. Except there's a bit of sex, too."

"C'mon, Cris. Do you have to talk about yours and 'Ed's' 'relationship' with me?"

"Yes. Yes, I do."

"Cris, Ed doesn't exist. He's from a TV series on-" Her speach was cut off by the loud sound of a carhorn coming from the street, except it was playing "La Cucaracha". Both girls turned around to see something...rather strange...travel down the street. It was a beat-up Winnebago, with a Confederate flag on the back window.

Kay immediately gasped. "Holy shit! That can't be."

"What? It's a weird RV, so what?"

"Not just any RV. It's Murdoc's Winnebago!"

"You mean that old dude from Gorillaz? God, you're obsessed."

"He's not old. Oh my God, I gotta try and catch up!" Kay started to run, but stopped when she felt a pair of hands grab her wrist.

"Kayla, think about it for a second. One, you'll never catch up to that thing. Two, it's probably just a fan's Winnebago. And three, the Gorillaz are a cartoon band; they don't exist."

"Oh, look who's talkin', Miss 'Black Dragon Alchemist'! Neither do the characters from FMA."

"I bet you I can prove Ed and Al are real."

"And I bet I can prove Gorillaz are real, too."

"Good luck with that."

The two shook hands and boarded their buses. Kay took an empty seat across fromone of her best friends,Meghan, who was busy listening to an Evanescence CD. Kay slumped down in the seat and sighed after saying 'hi' to her.

Nice one, Kayla, she thought to herself. Good luck with this mission.

11/19/06

"Kayla, me and your brother are going grocery shopping," Kay's mother called to her from the garage door. "Want me to bring you home anything?"

"Yeah, can you bring me home some ramen?"

"Okay. What flavor?"

"Chile and oriental."

"Okay, but I'm only bring you home a few packs of it. That stuff has too much sodium in it."

Yeah, yeah. Too much sodium. Keep talkin'. "Fine. When are you gonna be back?"

"In about three hours."

"Why three?"

"I gotta run a few more errands. Be good, okay?"

"Yes, mother. I promise not to break anything." Except your skull, one of these days, for depriving me of my favorite snack.

"Bye, sweetie!" The door to the garage closed.

It was about twelve noon, and Kay had used plenty of her free time at the computer, looking at fanart and emailing her friends.

Or at least trying to get her friends to email her...

Finally, after waiting ten minutes for any type of response, she decided to go outside, sit on her front stoop and listen to her iPod. So, grabbing her light blue jacket, her iPod, and her sneakers, she headed out her front door.

It was a bit cloudy outside and a little muggy, but there was also a nice breeze blowing by. Still, Kay put her jacket on, just to be safe. She then put her sneakers on, put her headphones on her ears, turned her iPod on, and began listening to "Feel Good Inc.", her favorite song. She gazed out at the street, just in time to see a young girl crash into the tree at the front of her yard near the street on a bike and fall to the ground.

"Oh, crap." Kay got up and ran over to the girl. She appeared to be rather short and thin, with dark purple hair and bangs that covered her eyes. Worst of all, her leg appeared to have a huge gash on it, gushing out more and more blood.

"Are you okay?" she asked her, putting out her hand to pull her up.

"Yes, I am alright." She took Kay's hand, and Kay pulled her to her feet. She then hissed in air through her teeth. "Or, maybe not."

"C'mon, I'll help clean you up." Kay helped the girl back into the house, leaving her iPod on the front stoop. She then closed the door behind her and helped the girl up the stairs. They then proceeded down the hall to the bathroom, trying their best not to get blood on the carpeting.

"By the way, what's your name?" She let her sit down on a stool in the bathroom.

"It is Noodle," the girl replied.

Kay scoffed. "Pssh, yeah, right. No, really, what's your name?"

"Uh, Noodle."

Kay turned around after getting the bandages and wound medication and looked at the girl with an "I-know-you're-still-lying" look. "Right. How do I know you're not lying?"

"Help me with my cut, and I will prove to you that I am the real Noodle. By the way, what is your name?"

"Kayla." She knelt down and opened the bottle of wound medication. She then put some on the thin cloth bandages and paused before placing them on "Noodle's" cut. "This might hurt a bit," she warned as she lowered it down onto it. Surprisingly, Noodle didn't even flinch.

"It does not hurt that much, Kayla-san," she said as Kay began wrapping the bandage around her knee.

Finally, the "doctor" took a roll of medical tape and taped the remaining flap of material securely down. She then stood up. "All done. You feeling any better?"

"A little." Noodle was able to stand up. "I bet now you want the proof that I am the real Noodle, right?"

"Yup."

"Okay. Do you go to a high school, called Connely Academy?"(Author's Note:Like I'm gonna tell you the REAL name of my school!)

Kay nodded. "Yeah. Why?"

"Were you standing and talking with a tall blonde girl before the others and I passed by in Murdoc-san's Winnebago?"

"Oh my god...yeah, I was." Maybe this girl's the real Noodle, Kay thought. "Still, tell me how and the others are back in the US."

Noodle then sat down on the stool again, and Kay sat herself down on the floor in front of the stool. "Well, it all began when Murdoc-san was telling us that we were going to do some live performances right here in New York State. Then, the next day, one of our managers, Damon Albarn, called us up in the middle of a recording session and asked us to travel to New York to get better acquainted with our surroundings, and obviously, we were not thrilled. Next thing we know, one week later, we were loading all of our stuff onto a huge jet plane and on our way to America. We are staying in a hotel in the City, but Murdoc-san wanted to find some place wide and open to take the Geep out for a ride."

"Then how were you riding your bike down my road?"

"I put my bicycle in the trailer the Winnebago was pulling with the Geep in it.I wanted to take it out and ride it for a few minutes while my brothers were in that gas station down your road stopping for gasoline and coffee. I had just mastered riding a bicycle with training wheels, so I figured I needed some more practice in order to master riding it without them."

"Did they know you were going?"

"No." She put her head down in shame. "and I fear that Murdoc-san is going to be furious at me when I return from here."

"Well, what if I went with you? I could help explain where you were."

"It is alright. I do not want to be a burden."

"Oh, shut up! You're not burdening anyone. But, can i bring my camera to take a picture of you guys?"

"I guess."

"Great! Let's head to that gas station. By the way, are you in any condition to walk?"

"I am fine, Kayla-san. I only scraped my leg, I didn't break it."

"Okay, Miss Toughie. Sorry for questioning your almighty abilities."

Noodle only giggled in response.