Wow...updating the same fanfic 4 days in a row...that's...so unlike me...I must be possessed. -nods-

And to anyone who care(haha), I'll be borrowing more stuff from MB this chapter. -cue evil laugh- They just fit, okay? Fear my borrowing-ness!!! FEAR IT! MWAHAHA!

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I was feeling weird when I started to slip out of my sleep. Maybe because it was hours before when I usually wake up. I just felt strange; something was bothering me all night while I slept that finally make me wake up now.

I tried to open my eyes and realized that I couldn't, because they were already open. I was hearing fast typing, except my fingers were tapping on the keyboard by themselves. I was at the computer?! I panicked, thinking I had sleepwalked or something.

"Oh, morning Ayumi." I heard Ed say cheerfully.. It finally dawned to me that Ed had control of my body. Again. "Ed, what the hell are you doing?!" I shrieked.

Ed pointed to the screen. I stared at it through his...wait, my eyes at the window where I usually write my fanfics. It was already half filled with text. "I got bored last night and took control about an hour after you fell asleep. It seems I can't exactly sleep like you can." He explained sheepishly. "I hope you don't mind; all I did was read all of your fanfics and started writing a bit on my own."

"All of them?" I echoed in disbelief. It sounded impossible for even me, a fanfic addict, to have the time, patience and attention span to read all of them, one after the other. I guess it helps to be a child genius in these kinds of things.

"Yeah, they were fun to read." Ed commented excitedly. "Are all fanfics like this?"

"Most of them, I guess." I chuckled slightly at his excitement, thinking back to when I was new to the fanfiction world. Ah, those were the days..."Which ones did you like the best?" I asked, unable to resist. I enjoy compliments too much.

"Oh, I dunno. The ones where you make me insane. Those are interesting." Ed said thoughtfully. I giggled evilly. "Oh, I thought of some things for your fanfics and wrote them down. Can I put them up?"

"What?! No! This is fanfiction, and you can't be a fan of your own show! Er...I mean life, of course...right?" I trailed off, feeling completely confused on what the show really was. Was it like, a documentary or something that people thought it was made up but was like...historical fiction...or...

Ed pouted with my mouth. "Please?" He begged in a cute, teasing way un purpose. Ugh! He knew I was his (over obsessive) fangirl, and he was using it to his advantage! I can almost hear him laughing evilly. That evil (though totally hot) bastard! I groaned. "Fine."

"Yay!" Ed cheered. He quickly regained his more 'polite' composure and tried to catch his slipup. "Uh, I mean..."

"Heh, my hyper-ness is starting to affect you, Ed." I teased. "Before you put it up, let me see it, okay?"

Ed nodded, showing me another document with a completed chapter. I was slightly surprised when I found out that the particular fanfic he chose was the one about him being crucified.

"It seemed interesting." Ed thought in response to what I was thinking. I would've nodded if I had control of my head.(grr!) I quickly scanned it, thoroughly shocked. It was...amazing! He was so much better at description then I was, and the characters seemed so real! "It's awesome!" I cried out in excitement. "It's almost real!"

"Well, it's based on my life. I know how it would probably turn out." Ed laughed as he posted it up. He stood up and started walking down the staircase as I watched curiously, wonder what he was doing. He walked into the kitchen. "You hungry?" I asked, suddenly aware that my body was practically begging for food.

"Not really, but I don't want out body to starve." He replied as he pulled out some bread and peanut butter to make a couple of sandwiches. That was followed by me ranting that it was my body and that he was only living in it for a while, as he laughed at me.

About four sandwiches later (I was mentally sobbing on how much I was eating), I suddenly heard a noise behind me as I sat at the table. Startled, I kinda made a wild grab for control of my body, which Ed didn't expect, making us both topple onto the floor. The noise turned out to be my dad, who had come into the kitchen and was now staring at me, scratching the back of his head. "I'm not gonna ask." He muttered, heading for the refrigerator.

"Give me control of my body, you idiot!" I hissed angrily. He sighed and consented, and I felt cold and tingly all over again, but I guess I was starting to get used to the feeling. I scrambled to my feet as fast as I could, waving to my dad awkwardly.

He waved back, pulling out a carton of milk. In an instant, I was repulsed by it. I hated milk all my life after an unfortunate incident left me traumatized for life. But I guess having Ed in me made me hate it even more. If that was possible. He caught me glaring at the milk and looked at me strangely. "Ayumi?" He asked as he poured himself a glass of the liquefied opaque crap. "You feeling okay?"

"Of course I am." I thought, already too used to telepathy. He was staring at me, waiting for an answer when I caught my mistake. Ed was snickering at me. "Of course I am." I smiled slightly, despite Ed's annoying snickers. "Just feeling a bit...uh...weird."

"That could happen when your up all night on the computer." My dad replied dully. I twitched, as Ed chuckled nervously in my head. "Which by the way, you won't be on today, alright? That's fair." He added as he walked to where the rest of my fifth sandwich lay, uneaten. He took it and left with his glass of milk. I was still standing there, practically frozen. "Um...Ayumi...he took our sandwich..." Ed muttered, probably pondering my reaction to all of this.

"Can't go on the computer..." I muttered blankly, staring at the light brown diamond tiled floor. "Okay...it's not that much of a big deal..."

"Not a big deal?! Dammit, I put my soul into that computer! It's my life! Without it...I...there's no point living!" I yelled dramatically, planning a tiny prank of Ed for revenge. I ran to the cabinet and swung it open with a flourish, grabbing the sharpest and longest knife we had and holding it at my wrist, making it seem like I'd cut myself. "Don't!" Ed yelled, my body suddenly going rigid. I winced, staggering back, my hands trembling. The hand that had the knife was jerking around, towards then away from my arm before I finally dropped it. The sharp part hit my arm, making a thin cut before clattering to the floor. I, in turn, fell onto my hands and knees, gasping for breath. I could feel blood dribbling down my arm slightly. "You idiot, what were you thinking?!" Ed scowled.

"I was just joking around, geez! I'm not stupid!" I yelled back, starting to stand up when I felt my heart act up again. It hurt more then it did last time, and it lasted longer, leaving me completely out of breath when it stopped. I pulled myself to my feet, lifting my arm to inspect the damage. "Great. You get me kicked off the computer, then you scar me. What's next?" I asked grumpily as I grazed my tongue over the cut and lapped up the blood. "That was not my fault. And stop drinking your blood, it's gross!" Ed complained.

"Never! I always do this, deal with it." I sucked on the cut, the taste of iron strong in my mouth. I stomped over to the couch I was sleeping on and plopped myself on it, grumbling under my breath. I started feeling tired, probably because Ed had technically kept me awake all night, so I fell asleep.

I think I woke up about an hour later, with Ed telling me to wake up. I sat up, rubbing my eyes and was reminded of me getting myself cut. Great. I was hearing noises in the foyer so I got up and stumbled myself there, bumping into random objects on the way. It turned out my parents were leaving. My mom looked at me while my dad opened the door and walked out into the porch. "Oh, hi sweetie! Your father and I are going shopping in Queens, do you mind if you stay here and baby-sit your sisters? Thanks!" My mom kissed my forehead and waved goodbye, leaving before I could respond. "...does your mom always do that?" Ed asked slowly.

"Yeah, sometimes she does act like that...I think she gets it from me." I replied, still upset that I wouldn't be going on the computer.

"No...I mean...kiss you and stuff..." Ed trailed off, and I felt a twinge of sadness. I should've figured out that Ed would be unused to affection like that, seeing as he was orphaned at a young age (and the fact that he's been dead for who knows how long). "Um...not particularly...sometimes she does...I guess..." I trailed off, not knowing what to say, when it suddenly dawned to me. I laughed out loud, dashing for the steps, wondering why I haven't thought of this before. I slid into my seat at the computer and started typing in the address for that website.

"Ayumi, your father told you that you couldn't go on." Ed said in a warning tone. "Come on Ed, you're a rule breaker, you should know that I'm not gonna listen to a higher authority for that long. Besides! This is important." I opened the website, being greeted by the usual twinkling blue stars. I pointed to the picture of the transmutation circle on the screen. "There must be a reason that this is here besides looking cool, right? Let's try activating it!"

Ed was quiet, then I felt him grinning. "Okay! Get a pen and paper and trace the transmutation down; not sure we can do it from the screen."

I nodded, pulling a piece of paper from the silver printer besides the monitor and pressed it onto the screen. I held the gray gel pen that I had left on the computer desk a few days ago and started tracing the transmutation over in green gel ink. I finished quicker then I would, silently thanking Ed for his knowledge of transmutation circles. After turning off the computer with a mental sob, I grabbed the paper and ran for my parent's bathroom, which was alot larger then mine. I put it on the while sink and asked Ed what to do.

"It would be easier if I had control..." Ed started. I sighed, letting him do what he wanted. After the transfer finished, Ed inspected the transmutation circle, muttering to himself. Since I could 'see' what he was thinking, a bunch of words and numbers popped up, forming complicated calculations and making me confused all over again. He finally clapped his hands and placed them on the circle. I got myself ready for anything unexpected to pop up in a flash of dazzling lights, but nothing happened. I was just about to ask if something happened when this surge of energy suddenly coursed through my veins into the paper. Tiny sparks of light came from the transmutation circle, crawling up my arms and crackling through the air. This burst of energy exploded into the air, pushing us back and making us fall over, sparks cracking around us. Ed coughed as he stood up, small puffs of smoke clouding the air for some reason.

"That was nothing like the anime." I pointed out as Ed started the transfer again, giving me back control of my body. "And it didn't do anything."

Ed sighed. "I guess it really was just a decoration." He muttered. I shrugged, rubbing my right arm. It felt weird, because it went numb for some reason. And so did my left leg, which started to make me wonder how I was still standing. I turned to get the transmutation circle off and caught a bit of gold in the mirror above it. I looked at it too see what it was and gasped to myself. My hair turned gold! And that wasn't all, it turned out that my arm and leg had disappeared, being replaced my automail. And, on closer inspection, my eyes had turned golden too.

"Holy crap!" I heard Ed say; the same time I yelled it. "Ah, this is so cool, I have like, the ultimate cosplay now!" I said quickly, completely in awe as I stared at my automail arm. "Plus, it's lucky I still stayed a black girl, otherwise this would get really bad."

"...Ayumi, be serious." Ed said, chuckling to himself. I stuck out my tongue, picking up the transmutation circle with my automail (which was so cool to do!) and staring at it closely. "Okay, so this transmuted my body to look more like yours...right?"

"I guess so." Ed sighed. "Question is, why?"

"Maybe it'll help us do the thingy we were supposed to do." do." I suggested in a distracted tone, staring at my automail as I flexed and moved it around. "Stop that!" Ed snapped, starting to get annoyed with me. Is it really my fault that I just happened to be fascinated at the fact that my arm was now gone and was replaced with an advanced piece of technology not yet mastered in our world?

I stopped and sat down on the sink, covering my face with my hands. It felt weird because one was warm and the other was cold, making me wince. Well, today's starting out to be a good day. I can't go on the computer, I cut myself, even though I don't have to worry about that because the injured arm is now completely gone and replaced with automail, and to add to that, I still haven't gotten enough sleep. Can today get any worse?

Oh yeah, now I have to come up with a plan to hide the fact that I've become Edward Elric from my sisters who were probably downstairs right now. Great.

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No, no witty ending author's note today, it's only like, 2:47 in the morning and I'm tired...and hungry...

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