Chapter two. Also, I forgot to do the disclaimer.
I do not own anything, nor do I gain any form of profit from this work of fiction. This work of fiction has been made purely for enjoyment.
On with the story.
Edward Elric, physical age, 1 year old, was bored.
Because of his small body, smaller now because he was only a year old, he found life difficult, difficult to the point where it wasn't worth the effort. His biggest milestone in his physical body was learning to walk, a slightly painful experience due to his body.
He was currently in some sort of playpen in his 'house.' House was an extravagant term. What he was in was some sort of underground bunker made to survive apocalyptic horrors. His room was an apartment within an apartment.
"Alright kiddo, I've got to go to the office for a minute, then I'll be back. Don't do anything while I'm gone," stated a brown haired man.
Oh yes, and Edward only had a 'father.' In all honesty, he didn't care for the man like that. Perhaps it was because of his previous history with a father, or father figure, but he found himself unable to trust the man. Well, trust didn't matter when your body failed to tell you that you just shit your pants. God, the second he could use the toilet again he was going to sit on that porcelain god for a week.
As the door slid shut, Edward decided to explore. Walking over to the fence, he easily clicked the latch, opening it. Wandering over to his toy box, he picked up something he hadn't seen before.
"Special?" muttered Edward. His speech center wasn't fully developed yet, so it came out more like 'Spedle?"
Opening the thick book, he was surprised at what he saw. It was some sort of diagnostic of him. certainly the technology he had seen was impressive, but this book was telling him what his fully matured body would be like.
"Strength, 8. Perception, 9. Endurance, 8. Charisma, hmm, only 6. Intelligence, 10. No surprise there, I am the damn Fullmetal Alchemist. Agility, 9. And Luck, 4... explains why I resorted to cheating at cards."
He flicked through the book a few more times. The back stated what he knew, a summary of himself. A short part on the back cover told said parent that he would have those 'stats' later in life.
The door hissed open, revealing James.
"Oh, look at you, already an explorer. Well, come on, I've got work in a bit. How does the daycare sound for a couple hours while I work?" Edward frowned. He wasn't keen on the idea.
"Oh don't make that face, I'm sure you'll like it. I'm sure you'll make some new friends.
Edward doubted it, hard to make friends when you're IQ is at least 150 points higher than anyone else. Regardless, James picked up Edward, putting his one year old body in the crook of his arm. Well, perhaps there was a bonus to being this young. Body wise.
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Edward stared at the group of children.
Oh holy god, he was considering making a deal with Truth. Anything but this.
The room was a faded pink, probably hot pink at one time, but now more like the inside of a goat pink. There were about a dozen kids, all screaming, crying, shitting or drooling on everything. The look of horror on his face was impressive to say the least.
Deciding to get as far away from the babies, Edward, keeping up appearance, crawled over to the far end and began playing with the blocks. They were larger, square like things, with letters and numbers engraved on the sides. They were horribly scarred from years of use, but Edward didn't care.
So he built. He made a house, vaguly resembling Winry's house. Then came a brief, topographal view of Central headquarters. He made a few random things, the few adults commenting on his hand-eye coordination.
Edward silently laughed. Unlike the rest of the children, before he could walk he was getting that down pat. He was using his mind to its fullest.
He was midway through a second house when he became aware of somebody approaching. Looking to his left, he stopped.
Blond hair with a bit of gold shine to it sat atop a head with red brown eyes. The child was crawling, but crawling with the military precision of a pro. She, for only a girl would have hair longer like that, and with no obvious attributes to show, approached him with a goal in mind.
She stopped, sitting down next to Edward. With a clear, precise voice, she spoke.
"Edward Eric." While the words were distorted with a still developing voice box, the meaning was clear.
"Edward Elric." Edward gaped. No, this couldn't be. Impossible. How?
"Rizta Hawki." Again, she got the meaning. "Riza Hawkeye."
One thought went through their minds.
What... the... Fuck...
LINE BREAK 10TH BIRTHDAY PARTY
The lights blinded 10 year old Edward, temporarily blinding him. when his vision cleared, he realized it was a surprise party constructed by James.
"Happy birthday son!" cried said planner, patting Edward on the head, messing up his gold hair. Edward grunted. Just another reminder that his 'father' voted for short hair. So, Edward was stuck with short, gold blond hair.
He walked around, ignoring Butch and the bullies. Honestly, they were wusses, running at the sight of a fight, unless they had the numbers.
He walked around until he found the person he was looking for.
"Riza," commented Edward, smiling.
Both Edward and Riza were correct in their assumptions that they were both from Amestris re-incarnated in smaller bodies. Edward had explained, when his vocal cords were finished and he had proper speech, his theory on why there were both here.
His idea was that while he made the deal with Truth, she was still inside of the transmutation circle. Her body was deconstructed anyways, and given that she had died so recently, her soul was still somewhat anchored to her body. Riza had understood, she had actually seen the gate of Truth, but only the outside.
So, through the greatest alchemical fuck-up of all time, they both landed themselves in this world. Edward, 'son' of the vaults physician, and Riza, 'daughter' of the Vault overseer.
"Good to see you Edward, like the party?" she asked. Edward nodded.
"You and 'dad' plan this out?" She laughed quietly. "Yeh, he thought you might like it to be a surprise. He didn't anticipate the lights though."
Edward steadily made his way through the crowd, saying hi to people. He actually got a sweet roll, this worlds equivalent of a cinnamon bun, from an kindly old lady.
He was walking towards Stan the maintenance dude when he was stopped.
"I'm hungry, and that stupid robot destroyed the cake. Gimme your sweet roll!" If Edward wanted to make a scene, he could have very well beat his head against a wall in frustration. Of the few people in this vault that he despised, Butch was at the top. Everything about him, even his voice, made Edward see red most of the time.
"Gee, so sorry Bitch, or Butch, always get them messed up. But I'm afraid I just ate it. Call back in a week and I'll show you the toilet and you can hunt around for it," remarked Edward. Even Butch's friends 'oo'd at that one.
Ignoring them, he said hi to Stan.
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Life proceeded dully, if that, inside the vault for the two Amestrians. When they were 16, they both took the ridiculously named 'GOAT' exam. Riza had scored herself on the security force, despite her 'father' grooming her for the position of Overseer. Edward actually became a technician, helping fix the vault in new unorthodox ways. Things, in general were pretty boring.