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Chapter 5 – Getting to Central

After our night upstairs, relatively alone, Kilmer went to ask Ed how the team did. As Alphonse knocked on the door, I looked up and told him to enter. He did just as I was pulling on my favorite shirt.

"Um, sister," he said innocently. "When do we leave to go to Central tomorrow? I mean, I would like to know because Brother asked me to ask you. Well, and I am a bit curious myself, if you're wondering."

I looked at my youngest brother with a big smile on my face. I nodded to the doorway behind him. He turned around quickly enough to see our brother standing there redder that the reddest turnip in the county, Kilmer behind him smiling nervously like he always did when he knew he was in trouble. I stared at them both. Ed calmed down enough so that his blood pressure wouldn't be so high when he got to be my age. (A/N: Not like Ed wouldn't go to a doctor anyway, right?)

"Now, Ed, don't go thinking that I don't have plans with Kilmer for the afternoon," I told him. "When we get home tonight, I want this entire house cleaned up. No if's and's or but's about it, mister! Now, Kilmer, darling, would you be so kind as to escort Ed to his room so that he can start there, please."

The love of my life looked at me awkwardly before ushering not only Ed, but Al out as well, knowing that I wanted both boys to clean both their rooms before starting on the rest of the house. I asked Kilmer to leave Al with me in our room knowing that he couldn't really do a whole lot being trapped in that suit of armor like he was. After a few more minutes, I pulled on my pajama pants and led Al to the kitchen so that I could get breakfast ready while Kilmer helped Ed as much as he dared on the boy's room, which I knew to be a mess anyway.

Just as I was finishing the bacon, Ed and Kilmer walked into the kitchen. I heard the rumble of a stomach, knowing that my oldest younger brother could eat a cow and three pigs in one sitting after he did what he does. I never did know how Ed could live in his room as messy as it got all the time. I looked at Al with my back to the two that just entered and rolled my eyes at Ed's stomach. I put what bacon there was in the pan on a plate with the rest hoping that I got it down to the specifications that Ed and Kilmer liked it, which just so happened to be soggy and raw enough to kill anyone without a stomach of steel like theirs.

"So how did the team do, Brother of Mine?"

Ed looked at me before looking at Kilmer. "Not too bad being that they only lost by a point," he answered. "Then again when have they won a game at all this year? Am I right, Sister?"

I nodded solemnly, admitting to myself that our favorite team was getting smashed this year by teams that they would have beaten under NORMAL circumstances. I motioned for them to hurry up and finish eating so that we could get on our way to Central. When the three of us had eaten, (A/N: no offense to all the Al lovers out there), we were packing our stuff for our trip to Central so that I could talk to Roy and fill out paperwork to become a State Alchemist like Ed. This time I managed to talk Ed into getting transportation that would get us off our feet for the trip to HQ. I mean, yeah, I enjoyed a walk every now and then, but not to get from point A to point B.

After what felt like an hour (give or take), we had arrived at the front gates of the Central Command Head Quarters. I was amazed at how BIG everything was compared to what I was used to after I left home a few years ago. I took a deep breath and reminded myself that it couldn't have been that hard, even for Ed, to walk up those stairs and do what I had to do for the good of my family and the world should the need arise. However, I would not turn out like Roy had during the Ishbal War and become suicidal after realizing that I had killed the parents of a young girl that was friends with a soon to be subordinate. I wouldn't want that to happen to anybody, no matter what they were taught or brought up to believe.

Then again, Roy got over his suicidal attempts and quickly rose through the ranks to where he is today. I smiled at the thought that I would be working with the biggest workaholic known to man. (A/N: No offense to all the Roy Lovers out there.)


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