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Chapter Two: Singing Angels and Living Legends

As Lilliana ran to the suit of armor, she called to him, "go to the house!" and then took off toward the small storage shed that was on the back of the property. She quickly unlocked the door and ran inside the small, organized room. She then quickly unlocked the lone cabinet that took up the entire back wall. Rummaging through it, grabbing different type of vials, dried herbs and bandages, she grabbed a few syringes at random, not knowing the extent of the young mans wounds, let alone what his wounds were, she hopped that if the medicine didn't suffice, they would now object to her using alchemy.

Lilliana ran to the house, not even bothering to close the door behind her as she ran to the bedroom where, sure enough, she found the young man lying on her bed. "What happened?" she asked the suit of armor that was standing protectively next to the man lying on the bed. "Well…uh…" he started, obviously not knowing what to say. While removing the young mans clothing she saw a bulge in his pocket. Curiosity getting the best of her she pulled out what seemed to be a type of pocket watch that she recognized. 'He's a state alchemist' she thought out load, awe resounding in her whispered voice. "You don't have to explain, I understand completely," she said gently. Worry for the young man on the bed outranked his confusion and he asked "what are you doing to brother?" when he saw that his brother only had his pants on and the bloody shirt and jacket were thrown carelessly onto a nearby chair. The blood from his jacket staining the white fabric of the high backed chair.

"Thank goodness," she whispered. She then daintily wiped the blood off her hands on to the sky blue sundress she was wearing. "Hi," she said to the suit of armor, "my name is Lilliana"

"Hello, my name is Al, and my brother is Ed. Will he be alright?"

"Yes, I thought that it would be worse, but the cuts aren't all that deep"

"Is there anything we can do for him?"

"Well, I'll need to clean his wounds, dress them, and maybe give him something for the pain, but he should be fine. Why don't you just go and relax, I have everything under control."

And with that she herded him out of the room and set to dressing Ed's wounds.

Lilliana sat on the edge of the bed. It has been two days now since the brothers have come to her home. Ed has not regained consciousness yet but she wasn't worried because she knows that it was just that he needed to regain his strength from the amount of blood he lost. She gently brushed some of his blonde hair off of his face as she regarded him with curiosity. She made sure the bandage on his jaw was securely in place before she let her fingers take on a life of their own. They caressed his strong jaw line and gently ran over the scars that she saw. She started to sing. Her song didn't have words; it was just the sound of her voice, giving sound to what she thought a heart would sing if it were in love. Ed began to stir. She stopped singing and got Al from the post he had taken up right outside the door. A small moan escaped Ed's lips as he tried to move.

"Brother?" she heard Al ask from where she was standing in the door way.

"Where did it go?" Ed asked his eyes still closed.

"Where did what go brother?"

"The pretty song, the angel singing the pretty song," and with that he fell asleep.

The sound of a voice awoke her the next morning.

"Al?"

"Well, good morning sleeping beauty!" She said with a slight yawn and stretch of her arms as she lifted the blanket off of herself, revealing the fact that she had slept there.

"Shit, he got away," he swore under his breath. "uhh….sorry to ask, but who are you and were the hell am I?"

She giggled, which made him blush, which made her laugh which made him blush even more.

"So..." she started in a matter of fact way as she started to check his bandages, "its you."

"It's me," he asked obviously confused, "sorry lady, but what in the HELL do you mean it's me?"

She started laughing at him again. His blushing faces quickly escalating into a look of annoyance. "It's you. Edward Elric" she stated, as it that explained everything.

"Well?" he asked clearly frustrated

"The Full Metal Alchemist, you know, the living legend."

I hope that's alright, oh well R and R please!