"Friend? What do you mean 'friend'?" Ed asked. He could understand that Truth may have been referring to Alphonse, but he was his brother. And Ed himself didn't apply that many people as his "friend."
"See for yourself." Truth replied, smiling sardonically. He pointed opposite to the Gate behind himself, and it opened. Instead of the thin black arms that raced to catch Ed, a girl was hurled out of the dark oblivion. She rolled on the ground for a second, before coming to a complete stop.
Ed couldn't form a single word. A girl. Just flew. Out of the Gate. Watching her silently, the girl struggled to stand up on her own. First she placed her palms on the floor, trying to push herself up. Then she sharply glanced up at the Gate facing her.
"What the hell was that!?" she yelled. She still forced herself up from the elaborate toss out of the Gate. She walked towards it, and placed her hands on it's dark marbley surface, just like Ed did when he demanded to be shown the Truth a second time.
"Why," she paused, sliding her right palm in a wide semi-circle around the Gate, "does this seem so familiar?" Ed continued watching as she hung her head, trying to figure out her own situation. He took the time to take in her appearance.
The girl had marvelous brown hair, which was tied up in a tight ponytail. She was slim for her age, as Ed decided she was about the same age as he was. Her clothing included a grey sweater that stopped by her abdomen with a black shirt. She was also wearing dark blue jeans that disappeared underneath the black combat boots that complimented her calves.
He snorted. The boots reminded him of someone he knew. A certain someone that always attempted to make himself taller. Apparently the sound he made was loud enough to reach the girl's ears, and she whipped around to face him.
Instead of focusing directly on him, she faced Truth, who was still grinning malisciouly, though he was showing less teeth than before.
"What the hell is this place anyway!?" she yelled at him. Only after she demanded her position, she saw the boy standing behind him. She blushed fiercely and took a deep breath inward. It's not every day you find a boy listening in to your self conversation.
Truth answered her. "Just as I have many names, so does this place. You could call it 'The Portal of Truth', or the 'Void'. 'Hell' or 'Purgatory' comes to mind as well, although it's your decision to think of a way to call it."
"The Portal? Of Truth?" she questioned. "Wait a minute." she paused again. "If this what you call 'Portal' then," she focused entirely on Ed, taking in his golden blonde hair, his height, the red coat and black pants, finally resting on his fiery golden eyes, eyes that were staring back at her in confusion. She gasped, covering her mouth with her hands, "Edward." she whispered.
While Ed remained confused about the girl's reaction, Truth let out a sharp, "HA!" and he leaned back, startled. Truth didn't laugh. Ever. "So you finally remember?" he continued. "Great, I didn't want to force myself and show you a second time. I did show you what I could for the toll you paid."
She shook herself from her shock. "What toll?" she snapped back. "I didn't do that crazy alchemist bullshit that pops you here, so why am I even in front of you!?" She clasped her hands around her head, shaking as she fell to her knees. "I just want to go home." she whispered.
Ed decided to speak up, not to defend her, but to stop her from spouting ''alchemy bullshit'' a second time. "She's right. Why are we here Truth, and what are you planning?" he demanded. Anymore of this weirdly emotional girl and he was going to snap.
Truth in return turned his head 180 degrees to face Ed sideways. "You're here for the same reason she is, young alchemist." Ed felt a deep shudder pass through his spinal cord. This was the third time Truth had called him that, and sarcastically to boot.
"It's the law of Equivalent Exchange. Is it not?" he questioned. Both doors began to open, and the long, thin arms began rushing towards the two teenagers. Ed yelled out to the girl, "Don't fight it! You'll just make it worse."
"What does it look like I'm doing Fullmetal!?" she yelled back, as they surrounded her like black lace. He stopped dead cold. In a matter of seconds, she started to sound like Mustang.
The charcoal colored arms lifted her up and towards the gate, but then it started rising slowly higher and higher until it reached three quarters up the gate.
"What the hell?" he whispered. Of all the things he expected to happen, this wasn't on his list.
The arms encircling the strange girl tilted back and covered her mouth. Ed could hear her muffled screaming from his side of the Gate, and watched in horror as the girl was tossed all the way to his side.
She flew in the air, screaming a string of colorful words all the way as she landed on the hard ground with a very hard thud, flipping and rolling for longer than two seconds before she became still. Somehow in the mass chaos of the giant game of toss, her hairband was removed. Some her shoulder long brown hair hung limply around her neck, while most pooled around the floor. She lay still.
"Kid! Hey kid!" he yelled towards her. What else am I supposed to call her. I don't even know her name. he thought. She didn't respond for what seemed like an eternity, until she stirred with a soft moan. Then a swear. "Alright, your somewhat okay." he said.
"Just because she might be doesn't mean that you will." replied Truth. Ed felt that cold shudder again. How could he have forgotten that Truth was here, watching as everything unfolded? With a jerk Ed was lifted upwards, rising slowly until he reached the same spot the girl was positioned before she was launched. The arms tilted backwards, shot forward, and let Ed fly.
Two things were running through his mind.
1. It was going to hurt. Badly.
2. Just the automail alone would bring him down faster than the girl.
Flying through the air was the easy part. Landing, however, not so much. As he tried to prepare himself from landing on the ground, the long arms grabbed him again and landed him safely onto the floor. What's really going on? Ed thought. First they shoot her across the Gates and they land me like a package? All thoughts were ignored as the girl let out another swear, and attempted to get up.
She fell backward, landing on her butt. She shook her head, trying to clear the fuzziness away. She tried again, stumbling to her feet with wobbly knees. She smiled, scornful, painful, but absolutely pissed. "Alright," she snarled. "what was that for?"
The long, arms appeared again, wrapping her around her waist, arms locked behind her back. Truth gave another empty smile. "Why do you question me, when you already know what's going to happen. Don't you kitty?"
Her head snapped forward. "Don't you dare call me that." Fire inhabited her dark brown irises. Dangerous swirling flames dancing in the murky brown water. "Don't you ever call me that." she said.
Ed noticed that they were both being pulled into each other's Gates, and he knew that she noticed the same thing. Ed into her's, and her into Ed's. They were entering the wrong portals. Before they were completely sucked into each others Gates, "Kitty" as she was called, let out one more yell. "My name is Sandra!" and the doors were closed behind them.
She was telling the truth. As he was being pulled into her Gate, he was rammed with her memories, skills, joys, anguishes, and character. One particular memory jumped out at him.
"Sandra, get back here!" said a girl. "No! I don't hafta." was the reply. "Get over here Kitty-oof." The view was then boosted up into a reflection, a girl with pigtails and missing front teeth popped into view. "I'm ten! You don't hafta call me 'Kitty' no more".
Another memory flashed by. And then another. And another. Ed's mind was bursting with information and sounds, constant flashes of color and images that contained many useful pieces of info.
Laughter
Elise, come on, stop that!
Hey you should try askin' him out sometime
Shut up
Elise come on we gotta,
BANG
Elise! Talk to me! come on don't do this to me! Mom! Mom!
The images faded away, leaving Ed in darkness. The thin arms had disappeared, and he floated, suspended in the darkness.
It's starting to make sense, a bit at least. he thought. Kitty was a pet name for her, before Elise died anyway. But how? Gunshot wound? Accident? He swiveled around, trying to make sense of where he was.
"I gotta get out of here, but how?" he wondered out loud.
"Why isn't the little prick waking up godamnit!?" the colonel demanded. The doctor watched in fear as the raven haired man fisted his desk. His hung head low. Behind him was a blonde woman. Eyeing her physique would be a death wish all on it's own. The doctor could see she was a very trigger happy person.
"You guy's said you were the best in your proffession," the colonel said, voice dropping into a more lower and deadly tone. "And yet I see that you can't make one child come to. Why is that the case?" he spat.
"Well uh, Fullmetal can't wake up mostly because he seems to be in a certain coma. If he wasn-"
"What do you mean certain?" he interrupted. "Tell me doctor Jethrem, how long do you intend to act like the sophisticated doctor you never were?" The colonel faced him, and for as long as he decided to live, even if the colonel was never a serious threat, those eyes would haunt him forever.
"W-we-well, mister Elric is drifting in and out of a c-c-coma, it is possible to happen but I-I don't believe that it will be l-long before he remains unconscious and not stuck in limbo." Jethrem stuttered.
The colonel snorted, and faced his subordinate. "Riza, don't you have a sudden feeling to shoot someone right now?" The blonde woman known as Riza cocked an eyebrow and replied with a curtly "Sir."
Jethrem felt a deep cold shudder pass through him. Was that a yes or a no? he thought. I can't let these two stay here, if they're going to do something.
"As much as you care for this young man, I have to ask for you to leave. N-n-nothing going to happen if you get angry here." I-I'll call if anything occurs."
Riza laid a hand on the colonel's shoulder. "He's right sir, we should go. Alphonse will be able to handle this."
The colonel pondered over the idea of leaving the hospital. He could leave this crappy hospital, but at the same time, he would leave his subordinate in the crappy hospital. Riza came to the same solution.
"Sir, I know you want to stay, but you're going to let your paper work pile up on your desk, and you know how I feel about that." she said, laying a hand against her pistol.
It was the colonel's turn to shudder. "Alright, Hawkeye. I'll go." He turned to Jethrem. "If there is as much as one thing out of place in Fullmetal, there will be a bonfire here. Understand?"
"Ye-yes sir!" Jethrem yelled. He could already smell the burning wood and hair from the future, he was going to do everything he could to prevent it.
"Good, then I'll take my leave." With that elegant remark, the colonel turned and strode out of the office, followed by his silent lieutenant.
"C'mon brother wake up." echoed a voice. Followed by the voice was a cacophony of metal clanking on the ground.
A suit of armor paced around the room, then sat in a vacant chair in front of the hospital bed. He stood up, and paced some more, keeping a watchful eye on the person that lay still on the mattress.
Ed lay still, one arm crossed over his stomach, chest rising and falling. He was a log. Usually he would sleep like a guilty man. Twists, turns, the occasional yell from an occurring nightmare, but Ed of all days lay on the bed like a fallen statue. Still. Silent.
It was like hell. Al could hear the colonel argue with the doctor in charge of caring for Edward. Jeffrey was it? Heck, it could have been Carl if anything but Al didn't listen. He was too concerned for his brother.
"Please brother, just wake up so colonel Mustang won't blow up this place." he pleaded quietly. He didn't want to hear this anymore. The silent breathing, the bumping objects in the doctor's office, and the raised voices.
The office door opened, and out stepped colonel Mustang, followed by Riza, and a very shaken up doctor. Al stared. When they had first walked inside the office, the doctor was the picture of confidence. Now, it just looked like it was blasted to the outer realms of space.
The doctor wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead. "If anything happens, I-I-I'll let y-you know."
Riza raised a quizzical eyebrow and Mustang clicked his tongue. "I'm afraid you'll be at a loss for words for quite a while, so I hope Alphonse will be able to handle this?" he said, facing the boy in the suit of armor (That's what the quack believes).
"Yes sir." Al nodded. "You'll be the first to know if something happens." he mumbled.
The colonel nodded in return, and walked out of the room, Riza closely behind. As soon as she passed the doorway she turned, leaned forward, and closed the door. Doctor Jethrem released a big sigh, and relaxed his shoulders.
A small bleep was then heard. Jethrem went over to Ed's side and checked his vitals. Another sigh. "He's drifted out of the coma, but there is no telling if it may come back. Stay here, I may need to get another nurse to help me to take him off life support."
"So, brother is just asleep now?" Al asked hopefully. The doctor turned and watched Al's helmet for any signs of distinct trouble. He was met with an empty glance and peering red eyes shining down on him. Satisfied with his pokerface, the doctor replied, "Yes, you could say that."
Al released as sigh of relief and looked out the window. The afternoon sun crept through the blinds, and splashed the floor with small rays of light. He directed his attention to his brother. Although he was still unconscious, he appeared more at peace, and he breathed a little more audibley. He sighed again. "Now we just have to wait for him to wake up."
It was hard to concentrate when you're swimming in darkness and your head feels like it's going to explode. It's like you're a microwave oven filled to the brim with metal. Fireworks and very loud bangs are sure to appear.
How long have I been here? It could be months, although it felt like seconds, or just a couple of days, though it felt like years.
All right, let's add the events. Wake up. Breakfast. Cemetery. Complete hell on earth, and then... then what?
Her head pounded as the faint sound of someone warning her drifted into her mind. Don't fight it! More echoes, plus screaming. Where did that voice come from? It sounds so familiar, but-
She hissed in pain as more stabs were delivered to her head. She wanted to wake up, believe that it was a very, very bad dream. But it seemed so real.
It can't be real. It just a dream, like, wake up in 3,2...1 blink!
Sandra's eye's fluttered open and closed. She stared at the ceiling, though the lights were off she could see the top remained white tiled and bleak. Great, no random roof changing. she thought.
She veered her head to the left and received a flash of blinding, disorienting, pain. When she could focus, she saw a simple door, closed. Softly, as to not hurt herself again, she turned to the right, and found a window. It was dark outside, and nothing could be heard through the glass frame.
"You're awake." echoed a voice. Sandra nearly pissed herself in fear. She sat up and stared at the foot of her bed before landing her head in her hands. The pain she felt now was more ten times more than what she felt when she woke up. "Shit." she cursed. Her voice came out scratchy, and she coughed. Just how long was I out?
"I'm sorry." the voice said again. He sounded awfully sweet, but sad at the same time. It sounded like... guilt. Did he do something he wasn't supposed to?
She looked up again, staring into the red eye's of a suit of armor. "It's alright." she squeaked. She paused, and lifted her left hand, touching her throat gently. I sound a bit...off.
"Are you feeling okay?" the suit of armor asked. Sandra relaxed a bit, and stared at him. At least he sounded like a boy, young too. He didn't sound dangerous either, but then, why would he need to be completely encased in armor?
"Y-yeah." she said, before being slammed with another shot of pain to the head. She let out another hiss. "Shit. Nope, not okay." She said, swishing her head from side to side, relieved to know she could do that without hurting herself.
She stopped when she heard metal sliding against metal, like a lock. She set both her arms on her lap, and realized that one wasn't normal. Her right arm was completely made of silvery mechanical substance. Slowly, she could feel the panic rising in her throat, and she fought to supress it.
She closed her eyes and took several breaths, trying to regulate her heart rate. She re-opened her eyes, and was greeted by the same mechanical arm the replaced her right. She tried to lift it up in experimentation. I came up with ease like any other arm. She flexed the fingers, also mesmerized by the fact that they worked.
Even though they worked, a slight wheeze could be heard. She recognized it. A spring was misplaced inside, just like with her mother's car when her breaks needed a little tweaking.
A strand of hair fell from the side of her shoulder, and Sandra reached to push it back, but stopped when she glanced at it's color. In the dark her brown hair would look black, but she was staring at a dirty blonde color.
"Brother? Are you okay?" the boy asked. His voice was laced with worry, and he stood up.
"Is there a bathroom in here?" she whispered. Something was very out of place, and it was starting with her. The boy stopped and became silent, for those meager moments, she was glad that he couldn't see the terrified look on her face. He pointed to the door in the right, by the window. It dawned on her that the boy just said "brother'' and nothing else specifying that she was a girl.
"Thanks." Sandra said, voice quivering. She slid off the bed, first with her right leg, and then left. when her left leg made contact with the ground it also made the sound of metal sliding against metal. She tried to ignore it as she made her way to the bathroom.
Sandra flipped the switch, temporarily blinded by the flash of light. When her eyes got used to the difference in light, she walked her way to the mirror, as if in a trance. Nothing could prepare her for what she saw.
Her brown hair was replaced with golden blonde, with bangs surrounding the sides of her face. Her round head was swapped with one more oval shaped, graced with golden eyes, which stared at the mirror in horror. Her bust was flat and she could see metal and scars etched into the right shoulder. Instead of herself, she saw a boy. One she felt she recognized.
The boy in armor, walked in, since she left the door wide open. She stood there, facing him, shaking with tremendous shock.
"Brother? Ed? Is something wrong?" He knelt down in front of her, and looked directly in her eyes. "What's the matter, you look like you've seen a ghost."
Sandra looked down, and she could feel the edges of panic creeping in. She stopped for a minute, and closed her eyes. When she re-opened them, she could still feel the panic waiting to tip the balance of temporary sanity. She put the flesh hand on the shoulder of the other boy, and felt the cold texture of the metal. She swallowed, trying to destroy the lump that rose in her throat.
"Listen, you might not believe me, but." she stopped, fearing the worst.
"But what? Tell me." he said. He too was starting to become uneasy. He glanced behind himself, searching for an eavesdropper. Sure that there wasn't one, he turned back.
Sandra shook her head, and let out a chuckle. Cautious. Just like Elise. However her chuckle was hollow, and had no feeling. Now or never she thought.
"I'm not Ed, okay?" She took a deep breath in, waiting for a response.
It was rather comical. She watched as the red irises were cut in half, and a sigh was heard from within. Then he stood up, revealing his full height, and simply walked out of the bathroom.
Despite the panic creeping into her system, she became greatly confused, and followed him to where she woke up. He sat back in his chair, and put one gauntleted hand over his face.
"What? Don't believe me?" she asked, walking towards him.
"Of course I don't, Brother. I know you." he tartly replied. Sandra frowned. Well there goes the sweetness.
"Well let me finish. I-I don't know who you are. My name is Sandra, and I'm really not enjoying your attitude." she rambled. The boy in the armor continued to avert his gaze with his hand, then he looked up, and saw the genuine truth in her words.
"Say I don't believe you. What's my name?" he replied, leaning in close to see the reaction. Ed would mostly always want to tell the blunt truth, he thought. If he's lying he'd have a freakish and inhumane look.
Looking at the youthful face of his brother, "Sandra" as she called herself, looked completely blank, and judging by the posture, she didn't like to be in the spotlight, something completely different from Ed.
"I-I don't know." She paused and closed her eyes, trying to rack her brain for an answer. "I...I really don't know" she said, and crossed her- or rather Ed's- arms. He took in her appearance, she (if Ed wasn't playing a prank to lift his spirits) looked very insecure and dejected. He sighed.
"Okay. You're telling the truth. Well, first things first, my name is Alphonse. You can call me Al for short if you want to-uff." Sandra had pulled Al into a hug, and a close one too.
"Thanks." she whispered. "I don't think I could handle another person treating me like I'm insane." She continued hugging him and for a second Al believed that his brother Ed was actually hugging him. He returned the embrace.
"No problem." he said. He was fine with that moment until the last remnants of her words floated through his mind. Another person. Insane. "Another person?" he questioned, and immediately regretted it.
She forced her way out of the embrace, blushing fiercely, which Al could see in their close proximity. She turned and walked towards the hospital bed, rubbing her left hand on the back of her head.
The awkward moment was then dispersed with a clearing throat. They both glanced sharply to the right. A man was in between the doorway holding a bowl.
"Doctor Jethrem! How long were you standing there?" Al chuckled nervously.
"Just for a minute." he responded. He directed his attention from Al to Sandra, then back again. "Brotherly love is special, yes?" to which Al could see Sandra flinch. The doctor walked inside. "I got something for you to eat, considering you've been here for three days. I guess I'll have to get more for your brother." He held the bowl of food out to Al, who refused.
"No, it's all right. I'm not hungry, you can give it to Sa- uhh brother. He needs it more than I do." and gestured to Sandra. Doctor Jethrem walked over to her, who perched herself onto the bed. She grasped the bowl with both hands. Inside was a portion of rice, along with a side of stew. The aroma was tantalizing, and her stomach rumbled. She turned away, as to hide the embarrassment on her face. "Thanks" she murmured.
Alphonse quickly stood up. "Oh, now that you're up, I should tell colonel Mustang." he said. Jethrem began to tremble, and Sandra sent a questioning glance to Al. She had already gotten over the humiliation, and filled her mouth with some food, and she had the manners of keeping it closed.
"I'll be right back." He said, walking out of the room. Jethrem too stood up to leave and said, "Well, I'm off. I need to get paperwork done." With a confused glance from Sandra, he continued, "I only took a small break to deliver this food. Made it myself."
Sandra swallowed. "It's good." She paused and looked at him more closely. His brown eyes looked devoid of any rest, and he had dark bags under his eye lids. His dark brown hair which bared close resemblance to her own, was messy and uncombed. His white work shirt was also wrinkled, signaling the long time he worked to ensure Ed's health. Sandra's heart went out for him. He gave his all. she thought. Just to earn a girl stuck in a boy's body.
She glanced down at her bowl. She had mashed together the rice and stew, just the way she always did. She spooned some more into her mouth, and savored the seasonings in the stew, as well as the thick broth. She turned to Jethrem. "You're pretty cool for a doctor." she said, and smiled. Jethrem in return smiled brighter. "Well, have a good one, Edward." he said. "Call me if you need anything." He walked out the door, whistling.
Sandra lifted another spoonful. Ed. She stopped, and gingerly placed her spoon back into the bowl. Ed. Edward? she thought. Sandra looked back to her appearance in the bathroom. Blonde hair, scars, gold eyes.
HA! So you finally remember? Flaring pain shot up Sandra's head, and she grabbed her head tightly, as she cried out. It felt like electricity, and it reverbrated in her skull, burning a path of pain and echoes. In a flash, she saw thin, tentacle-like arms darting from something, then the image vanished. Hot burning tears fell from her eyes. She shook her head. "Make it stop." she sobbed.
More flashes of pain sparked in her head. More echoes invaded her mind like unwanted visitors. "Please, make it stop." she said. The pain slowly started to fade away, leaving a web of confusion and fear.
She sat on the bed trembling slightly, and forcefully rubbed the tears away. Her heart was racing and her breath came out in explosive gasps. She stared at Edward's arms, she watched them as they shook lightly, following her (try to spell that damn word). The mechanical arm had small scratches and dents, which suggested long usage, and brawls.
Sandra set the bowl on the cabinet beside her, and she lay down, wincing as some of the pain pricked her in the head. A metal arm. A suit of armor. Colonel? She sat up quickly.
"No way." she mumbled. "There's just no feakin' way." She pawed her fingers through the blonde hair, and ruffled it. "Edward Elric. Fullmetal." She lay down again, careful not to prod more pain into her head. She felt the small tugs of sleep, and she fell into their arms.
"Operator, how may I help you?" said a clip voice, pristine, and non-chalant.
"Hi, uhh I would like to connect to Central Command. Colonel Mustang please, tell him it's Alphonse Elric." Al responded politely.
"Code please?" the lady said.
"Oh right. Uhh, Soap, Oval, Fluffy, Tender, followed by a 3,6, and 8." he said. While Ed and the other's had their codes in a notebook or something, Al made sure to memorize his by heart, just in case a few seconds were worth everything.
"Okay, I'm connecting you now, please wait a few minutes." the operator instructed.
Even though he couldn't see her, he nodded in agreement, and waited for Mustang to pick up the phone. He did't have to wait long.
"Alphonse?" Mustang answered. His voiced was thinly layered with confusion and concern, but it was evident. "Is everything alright?"
"You could put it that way colonel, but it's best if we came over to show you what happened." he chuckled. Al heard a sigh over the phone.
"Did Ed wake up and hurt someone?" Mustang asked.
"Yes and no. He's awake, but no-one's hurt. Well except for someone's pride." His last sentence came out strained, like the words were choking his very soul.
"Well, let's hope it's no too damaging to anyone's spirit." He developed a more curious tone. "Will Ed walk out of the hospital?"
Most likely. Since you need to see this. he thought. "He might need to, since there's really not that much wrong with him. I mean, he would have serious lacerations to his body sometimes and still walk out." he substituted.
Mustang didn't respond for a minute, and Al could hear him breathing through his side of the connection. When he spoke, he sounded defeated, but it was heavily laced with the sound of relief. "Alright, when will I see you two?" he asked.
"Most likely tomorrow, since they still need to make some tests and stuff." he answered.
"Very well. See you tomorrow." Mustang answered.
After more encouragement to keep in touch, Al began to walk back towards Ed's room. How's he gonna react, when he finds out Ed switched bodies with a girl? he thought. He might be too shocked for words, or might cause chaos in the hospital.
After pondering thought over thought, he finally arrived to the appointed room Sandra was now staying in. He walked in. "Okay Sandra, Mustang is-" he stopped, and tilted his head, filling to the brim with glee.
Sandra had fallen asleep, and was facing the door with a face that radiated pure peace of mind. Her lips parted to make a small "o" and Al could see her arm rising and falling as she took in each breath.
By the bed was a small night stand, and on it was the bowl that Jethrem had given to her. He picked up the bowl and noticed that it was half full. Most decidedly not an Ed-like characteristic.
He placed the bowl back onto the night stand and sat back in his chair, desperately awaiting the oncoming morning.
Okay I did not plan for this chapter to end this way, but I felt like there was too much going into it, so I was forcefully forced to end this chap here. Ermahgerd Jethrem is such a softie, I swear (I think someone twisted Mustang's fanny cheeks pretty hard, for him to act like the way he did ((Don't tell him I said that. XD )).
On another note! This is my very first fanfic I have written, and I enjoy it very much. I (for some reason) have to write my chapters at home, where I has no inter-web. I dunno it makes me feel more comfortable, and I write (type if you please) easier.
Please share with anyone you think would enjoy this Fanfic and have a good one. (since I can't really predict when you read my stuff).