Chapter 2: Bastards Wear White

Author's Note: Thanks to black-rose-angle and Nina Elric H for Following! Also, extra thanks to Nina Elric H and Virgo A. Reisling for favoriting! SilverMoonNymph also favorited, but she requested this story, so that doesn't count. Reviews are loved! Will update extra for reviews! (But not from SilverMoonNymph 'cause she requested the story) I'll be trying to update every weekend, but I am now a sophomore, so homework is REALLY bogging me down. Also, today is my adorable brother Kai's fourth b-day! (He looks like one of the triplets in brave! 3) Also, I apologize for the extreme bad language that will follow!

Disclaimer: I tried asking Truth for ownership, but he said he'd take my arm from me. I don't want it that much…

Brann's POV

When I woke up, all I could see was white. I groaned, I hate white. At least, all white. It's fine if it comes in equal measure with black or as an accent, or if it's done REALLY skillfully with diff shades of white, (cream, ivory, etc.) but this was overkill. I think the only other color I dislike more is pink, which I absolutely LOATHE, no matter what you do with it, what shade or how little there was. I looked on the bright side, all white meant no pink. Looking around, I noticed Danni and Niki who were still unconscious but starting to stir. That was when I saw it. A humongous gate made of some dark material with intricate engravings all over it and over twice my height. Overkill was the first thing that popped into my head. The next, isn't that the gate? It was probably coincidence, but it looked freakily like the gate of truth in my favorite manga, Full Metal Alchemist. Best. Anime. Ever. Of course, since I was such a huge fan, I was always drawing connections that didn't exist. Still, this was WEIRD. That was when I noticed the outline of a person with a creepy-ass smile. Forget weird, this was impossible. I was hallucinating. The dimensional- whatever had fried my brain and I was probably getting nommed on by some freaky horse/octopus creature in a dimension with zero civilization while I was brain dead. Maybe a giant alligator would eat the horse/octopus and while it was busy a magical lion would carry away my shell of a body- wait. Reality check! Oh yea, I was brain dead. Which meant no reality. Carrying on then…

"Well Miss. Traveler." The voice was childish, annoying and very familiar. How many times had I listened to Niki rant about how much she wanted to punch the white bastard to shut him up? I lost track in the two hundreds. I looked over at the white outline.

"You're Truth." It wasn't even a question. His grin (man that thing's creepy) just got wider. "You know, you need a different name for me." I gestured to my two best friends/ sisters-in-all-but-blood who were regaining wakefulness, "We're all Miss's and we're all travelers. What are you gonna call them?"

"Miss. Psychotic and Blondie." He answered, not missing a beat. Man, this guy was good!

"So I get the boring name?" I complained, "And Blondie's not even accurate! She's only, like, half blond!" Truth just shrugged. Then I smirked, "Oh, this is too rich. You're gonna be in SO much trouble when Niki wakes up. She's wanted to punch you out for FOREVER! And I TOLD Danni she should read the series! She's gonna FREAK when she wakes up!" Truth looked at me, slightly puzzled, I think. It's hard to tell when the only facial feature he has is a mouth. Wait… since eyes are the windows to the soul… and he has no eyes… does that mean he has no soul? No! Concentrate Brann!

"You know," Truth remarked, "Most people react differently." I looked at him blankly.

"So? When have I EVER been most people? Most people don't go into cross-dimensional machines and turn them on. Or see and talk to Truth. Or- wait, no. Stay on topic." That was the moment Niki chose to fully return to the land of the living.

"Where the freaking fuck am I and who's the bastard I'm gonna fucking destroy?" I looked at her with a grin a mile wide and pointed to Truth, who was looking just a tad nervous. I think. Well, I wouldn't blame him. Niki can be SCARY. And violent. And sadistic. And- well, point proven. Niki's eyes widened when she saw Truth. Then she grinned evilly,

"Hell yea. I've been waiting SO LONG to kick your fucking ass." Did I mention that when Niki's upset, she swears? Even more than usual. That was when she pounced on Truth and bit him on the shoulder. HARD. Truth was so shocked; I half expected eyes to miraculously form just so they would get all wide. That was when he went poof and disappeared. Only to reappear on the other side of the… area we were occupying in the white void. Were there walls? Limits to haw far we could go? If there weren't, he was awfully stupid for only going ten feet from Niki. Speaking of Niki, she was spitting desperately.

"Yeck!" she cried, "He tastes disgusting!"

"That's what you get for biting bastards." I admonished her, "I thought you learned that lesson when you fought those thugs." She looked at me blankly,

"Which ones?" I sighed,

"The ones in the gang."

"Oh yea! Now I remember. They tasted even worse. I wanna kill those mother fuckers and drag up to Hell!" I just rolled my eyes, hadn't she already nearly done that? A groan came from my left. I turned and saw Danni sitting up.

"You get the license plate of the train the hit me?" she asked.

"No," I told her, "Niki bit it." She opened her eyes then and looked around in confusion. I smirked, "Bet ya wish you'd have read Full Metal Alchemist now, huh? We're at Truth's gate. And there's Truth." The look on her face was priceless.

"Wha- bu- How?"

"You know how in Ink heart, books were really whole other world that those with the right power could go to?" she nodded dumbly, "same concept, except we got here with a high tech machine, not reading aloud." Man, did I mention the look on her face was priceless?

"Ok," Truth sounded a bit hassled now, why does everyone who talks to us start to sound that way? "Since you trespassed here I'm going to send you through the gate, take your toll and send you to Amestris." He told us in a rush.

"Wait a minuet," I told him, "in the original story arc, leaving one's world was equivalent to a human soul! Now we're leaving our world AND paying a toll, just for a trip through the gate? That's hardly equivalent." He sneered at me, I HATE when people sneer at me,

"Then what would you suggest?" he asked coldly,

"Auto mail." I answered automatically, "Leaving our world should at least be equal to a few prosthetics if it was equal to a human soul."

"Fine!" he snapped, note to self- don't piss off beings who are on occasion called God. It doesn't end well. "Just go!" That was when the gate creaked open and the shadowy hands from beyond dragged us into the darkness of the gate.