DISCLAIMER: I do not own this fabulous and awesome anime, Fullmetal Alchemist. All rights go to Hiromu Arakawa and the producers of the actual anime. NOTE: Some facts from the manga may be used to my likings.

3, Oct. 10

Each memory tried jumping high,

For each one wanted to fly,

And we still remember…

Sunset came later on in the day, as Ed had used all that energy he had from being stuck in bed. He was hyper as hyper can be, and was nearly bouncing off the walls. But now, late in the day, Ed was on the front porch…sleeping. Alphonse walked out to the porch, not exactly paying attention to where he stepped, and ending with a result of tripping right over Ed's large body.

Wait, that's unusual. Edward Elric, the "Half-Pint" alchemist, the "Micro-Mini" alchemist. Ed was never a big guy, let alone tall. Then why did it seem that way? Probably just the way the moon is shining off him. Geez, Ed…pass out right on the porch why don't ya? Al thought. "Eh, let's see if I can't lift you and get you into your bed, now." He said and got back to his feet. Taking a deep breath, Al grabbed a hold of Ed's arms, including his human one, and began to attempt to lift. "What the…why does he feel so darn heavy!" Al yelped, straining his arms. Al wasn't nearly as strong as he was when he was armor, so it was harder for the boy to lift Ed.

The thing is, why was he so heavy? Why, just last week, Al could lift Ed with no problem. Perhaps the muscle mass he had built? Or maybe he had a growth spurt? Or maybe he had done something that caused him to have a backfire, an alchemical one? Sighing angrily, he dropped Ed's arms and stomped inside. "Winry!" He called out. The Rockbell girl hurried into the doorway and Al told her he couldn't move Ed, that he was too heavy! Winry looked dumbfounded and stood there.

"Wasn't he light though?" She finally asked. Al nodded and looked to the door. "Uhm…lemme see him." She said. Al nodded again and pointed to the door.

Winry incidentally began to laugh. "When he said he was going to get stronger he wasn't kidding! Look at him, his muscle. He must be heavy from the muscle." She spoke. Winry sighed and shook her head, laughing again. "Here, let's both try moving him." She said. Al smiled and nodded, and they set out to work. It took about an hour before they actually got him upstairs. Then another 15 minutes went by as they tried getting him to his bed from the top of the stairs. When they finally achieved this goal, the two rushed back downstairs and fought for something to drink. When both were calmed and no longer panting for their lives, they sat in the kitchen and calculated the most reasonable possibility for why he was weighing so darn much.

"Seriously, though, Winry, don't you think it's a bit unusual for him to weigh so much and to achieve this weight so quickly?" Alphonse asked. Winry nodded and just sighed.

"Like I said, it might be the muscle mass…but even then, how'd he build that much in such a little time?" Winry replied. "It's true that Ed has a tendency to do things unusually, but nothing in the matter of height and weight." They both sighed and relaxed. Both looked over to the stair case and both wondered. Perhaps something was wrong with Ed, then what would he do? Ed can't stop a backfire, especially if it's alchemical. Sure, he was an awesome alchemist, but he just seemed to be screwing up a lot, lately. After getting the auto-mail attached and being forced to rest, Ed was sure he'd go crazy…but not in a sense of growing.

When all seems to die,

We all try to cry,

And we remember…

The next morning, Ed seemed to be quite energetic, but nowhere NEAR as energetic as the day before. When the blonde boy woke up, he realized he was in his bed, and seemed to be quite happy. "Hmm…" He began to question. "Something doesn't feel right…" And he stood up. He looked for clothes and things to change into and began dressing.

Meanwhile, downstairs at the kitchen table, Alphonse and Winry were both fast asleep, their heads upon the table top.

Back with Ed, the Fullmetal Alchemist seemed to be getting frustrated with his clothes. "Why don't they fit me?" He asked himself. He decided to look in the mirror, and when he did so, he gasped. "Damn…" He muttered. He turned around to see his back and he flexed just to see. "Daaaaamn…" He cursed. He wasn't angry about it, and truthfully, he was quite happy! This body of his was truly transformed. Luckily, Winry had added an effect with his auto-mail. Now, the prosthetic limbs would extend to the height and perhaps even thickness of his other limbs. Right now, he stood taller than the average man, and was packed with muscle, but nothing like how Major Armstrong was (thankfully!). As Ed realized all this he began to panic. "I need clothes….SHIT!" He screamed.

Downstairs, the two that slept bumped heads and woke up from Ed's screams. "Wha…?" Al questioned. Winry and Al both looked to the stair case and sighed.

And in unison, the two said, "He's awake."

When Ed had screamed, the only thing the two heard was the overly loudly yelled, "SHIT!" and so, they questioned why he was screaming and swearing like so. Winry stood up with a stretch and yawned. "I'll go see what it is…" She said with another short yawn. Walking to the stairs, she peered up them and then began to take each step up to the second floor.

In Ed's room, Ed panicked to find something that was big enough for him to wear. It scared Ed to be as big as he was now, and though he enjoyed it, it made no sense. "I need clothes!" He said. Suddenly, a shirt and pair of pants were thrown at Ed's head. This stopped Ed from panicking and he smiled and changed into them.

"Those were my dad's, so take care of them. We'll go shopping later." She said. "Oh, and what happened to you? You weigh a ton, and you ripped your shirt right off. Seriously, your shirt is in pieces from when we attempted to get you upstairs." Winry waited a response.

While changing Ed thought, Yeah, what DID happen to me? He sighed to her and looked at her. "Winry, I haven't a clue. I only woke up this way." He replied. "Hell, I kinda like it this way!" He smiled and flexed his bicep muscle and patted it with the auto-mail. "I'm sure you do too, or at least you will. Who knows what kind of advantages I have with this!?" Ed said enthusiastically.

Winry smiled and nodded. "Quite true. I do like your body…err….uhm, I mean…" She blushed heavily.

As the night wanders by,

I think about all times,

And why we still remember…

Ed chuckled at Winry's blush and only walked over to her, a grin in place of his mouth. He pulled her closely, and smiled down at her. Being tall only showed what he had left as revenge. Ed was never one that would get tall, but now, it seemed all luck had changed. Now, Ed had a great body, he was getting taller, it seemed, and he had attracted the world's greatest girl! This was a big surplus for Edward Elric!

As Ed held Winry in his arms, the girl blushed deeper than she had ever done so before, and she snuggled into his chest. Even through the baggy clothes that used to be her father's, she could feel the muscle Ed had. She truly had dreamed of this, for it seemed to be something she craved. "Ed..." She muttered softly. Ed only grinned more.

"Hm...?" He asked her. She shook her head, and smiled.

"Nothing." And they seemed to stand still, neither daring to move just yet.

Beneath the shirt, Ed's muscle, which was as hard as rock, it seemed, tensed slightly as he held her.

When Ed's shirt was off, and he was searching for clothes, Winry had taken that oppertunity to take a good look at his body. It was perfect. Perfect in every way possible. His skin was so tightly wrapped around his muscles, his nearly scared her to be in his arms, but now, it seemed it didn't even matter any more. There wasn't an ounce of fat anywhere on this boy's fine body, and it made Winry blush like crazy. "You know...something has to be wrong with you." She spoke softly. "One doesn't just randomly get muscle and height for no reason." Ed pulled away from Winry and narrowed his eyes.

"You think maybe I don't deserve this?"

"NO! You do, it's just..." She trailed off. Ed smiled slightly. "...How'd this all happen?" She asked. Ed only shrugged and sighed.

"I wouldn't know. Maybe it's..." He blinked and sighed. He couldn't find those words again. They jumped from his tongue and dissolved in mid air. "Uh..." He just sort of stood there, looking quite confused. "I...can't remember now...damn..." He muttered.

Winry rose an eyebrow in question and tilted her head only slightly. "Uhm...?" She asked simply. Ed shrugged and looked to the door. He then craned his neck so see Winry again and sighed.

"It's weird. When I woke up, I wasn't my normal height, but instead like...two feet taller. It made me have a weird effect. I felt like I was gonna bump my head on something..." He sweat dropped and looked to the door frame. "Hell, I might, considering how tall the door frame outta be." He said and walked over to the doorway and peered up slightly. "If I get about two or so inches bigger, I won't fit through the door any more...your doors are seven feet tall, right?" He asked her and Winry nodded.

"Yeah, seven feet." Winry replied and looked up at him. Ed nodded and sighed.

"This is gonna be weird...it's just...weird..." Ed mumbled. "I'll have to do something about it, that way, I won't crack my head open on the door frame. I already have enough brain damage thanks to that damned wrench of your's." Ed said to Winry. Winry blushed nervously and laughed nervously, also.

"Either way, we should go downstairs...I'm sure Al's cooking up something as we speak." Winry said trying to change the subject. Luckily, she succeeded. Ed looked extremely happy now, jumping with joy. He darted to the stairs and began to go down them.

"Heheh! FOOD!" He cheered on as the sweet aroma of food traveled through to his nose.

I finally saw a way,

To change night into day,

So we can remember...

Author's Note: Well, hello! Thanks for reading this chapter. I know, it's not that eventful, but don't worry, it'll get there. Right now, I'm dealing with some personal problems and with a few friends who're quite depressed. Either way, be patient and I'll get another chappie up soon enough. It's hard think up chapters. This story was actually made as a test story. I'm not even sure if this plot even goes correctly. I'm just writing to see just how well my English is. Anyways, I've rambled on for long enough. Enjoy the story and I'd appreciate it if you could review! Please, don't flame unless you absolutely think it's necessary to do so. (Which 99.9 percent of the time, it isn't.)