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A/N: If I'm not one of the laziest people out there, I don't know who is. I've had this written up since before the last chapter was posted, and yet I didn't type it up until last week and I've still not posted it! And on top of that, It's a really short chapter! I am such a failure...
Edward: Glad you realize it!
Roy: Finally!
Winry: Now, now. Play nice you two!
Both: Never! *stare at each other*
Edward: I- I mean-
Me: *interrupts* I don't own. Please forgive me for my lateness.
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Dreams. They say that dreams are the gateway to the soul. I think my soul's pretty messed up, if all I have to go on are these.
Ed is in all of them, just as I had predicted, taunting and causing me pain. Before I stop counting, I have died 37 times. Fun, fun, fun.
It's in the middle of a conversation between my body and Ed's fists- he's doing most of he talking- when there is a flash, not unpleasant in nature but still blinding, of white light, completely disorienting me. As soon as my eyes focus enough to give me a picture that's not almost-pixelated, I'm in a white expanse with two fuzzy figures and a door in the distance. Somehow, it feels I've been here before, seen those stone doors before, almost died here before. A forgotten dream? Maybe a suppressed memory? Or is the Matrix really real and the Agents are messing around again?
I wait for a second, expecting a snide remark from a voice, but am greeted with silence. I forgot; the voices don't talk in my dreams. It's almost funny. I'm only free of my torturers when they're torturing me. Everyone laugh. Go on. I said it was funny.
Slowly, I move towards the two figures. I can tell they're talking, but don't know that they're saying. As the figures become colored and details fall into place, I squint my eyes, trying to figure out who they are. One is entirely colored a white quite similar to its surroundings, with only a mouth visible. I have no idea who he is, but have the distinct feeling that I've met and spoken with him. Recently, too. I go back through my "records" of the past week, probing for anything that would tell me about this... Person. However, I find nothing until a sharp pain stops my search. I shake my head. That pain is my brain's way of telling me that I'm treading on dangerous territory, that something happened I don't want to or can't remember because of some sort of pain. Probably physical. It also tells me that I /have/ met this person and it wasn't good.
Slowly, I turn my sights to the strange person's companion. It takes me a second, but when I realize who she is, my eyes go wide and I fight the urge to gasp.
Her brown-blonde bob is the same as it always was, the perfect transition between my mother and my light blonde and Kashi and Yuki's raven hair they shared with Father. Her eyes, no longer dull with death, are once again the shining dark-brown-almost-black she had been admired for in life. The green turtleneck has been replaced with what had looked like a bad Nightmare before Christmas joke and her brown faux fur vest is no longer ripped and full of holes. Her face is not scratched or bruised and is a health yellow-pink color instead of the marbled tone I had last seen it in. I think you can guess, just from my description, who the girl is.
Kira Jeanine Kiru. Deceased. Currently residing as a voice in the head of one Fuyumi Rhea Kiru, her sister, me. Killed by Edgar Estevan a little over a year and a half ago. She was twenty at the time.
And that's all your getting for now. My head is sending me warning flares again, just as it usually does when I think of my obsessive older sister. If I go much further, I will surely suffer.
As if sensing my recognition, Kira turns to me, smiling, and beckons. I close my eyes and rub at them, expecting no change to occur, but when my eyes open again, a softer white greets me. Almost a light cream.
I'm back in the hospital.
"You're back up?"
"Yes," I breathe, releasing the air I did not know I was holding in.
"Good. There are some people I want you to meet," Armstrong says, a little to cheerful for my on-guard mind. I cant handle cheerfulness after dreams like the ones I just had. I turn my head to look at him, raising an eyebrow.
"Right when I wake up from dreaming some dreams even you would balk at?" His eyes turn dark.
"I have seen some terrible-"
"I know. You have the eyes of a killer. Almost murder's eyes. Trust me on this." His blue orbs go wide, obviously not expecting me to understand.
"How do you know how a killer's eyes look, much less a murderer's?" I freeze. That deep voice...
"Armstrong, who just spoke?" My frantic question comes whispered through teeth clenched with fear. That man's voice was the one before, the one who asked me to wake up then tortured me because he thought I had told someone about Ed!
"Colonel Roy Mustang. Why are you so scared?"
"He was there, before." That and his name gives me a bad feeling. Somewhere in my subconscious, 'Mustang, Roy' was filed under 'bad'. I think my sister had something to do with it.
:Of course I did.: Ah. They're back. Well, at least she is.
'I'm here too...' Yup. Both present or accounted for.
"I can assure you that that was a misunderstanding."
"Oh? And how do you explain that? The pain, and 'Wonder what she told them'?" I turn to look at him, expecting a familiar face, but find nothing that sparks any detonate recognition.
:You've seen him before, you know.:
I know. I just don't think I've ever actually met or had a conversation with him.
:You haven't. But he's a good person, Fuyumi. He didn't hurt you on purpose.:
How do you know?
:Trust me:
You're a voice in my head. Why should I trust you?
: Because I'm not just a voice.:
What?
:I'll explain later. Focus on the real world:
I obediently follow her orders.
"...just stops responding and her eyes sort of glaze over. She says she's talking to voices." Armstrong.
"Like that little voice that says 'go on, go on' or 'jump' or 'do it'?" That idiot Mustang...
"No. Not like that voice. Real voices, almost real people inside my head, talking to me," I explain. He looks at me strangely.
"Really? How interesting... But!" He sits down and places his hands together like a tent. "I don't believe I've explained-"
"No need to. Kira said I could trust you just a second ago, so I'll give you a fresh start."
"Kira? She's a voice?"
"Yes, but no. Kira's my sister. She was killed a year and a half ago. Recently, however, I've been hearing her in my head."
"Your sister?"
"Yes."
"And how many siblings do you have?"
"Alive or total?"
"Total."
"Three."
"Their names?" he asks. I scowl.
"Is this turning into an interrogation? Because I believe I have the right to remain silent."
"Oh? And what right is this?"
"Fifth Amendment."
"The what?"
"The Fifth Amendment to the Constitution. You're soldiers. Don't you know your own rights and legal code?"
"Miss, where do you think you are?"
"Somewhere in America. Where else could Ed have moved me to? Neither he nor any of his goonies own a private jet." (A/N: and she says this like it's the most natural thing in the world...)
"Child," Armstrong starts, but the doctor stop him, shaking his head. 'Not now' his eyes seem to say.
"Knox, she'll need to know." So that's the doctor's name. Knox. I wonder if it's first or last? Probably last. He doesn't seem like the type of person to go by their first name.
"Just... Give it a bit. She might go into shock."
"But that's a risk we need to take. We need to learn more about her and this 'Ed', and she'll avoid our answers if she thinks otherwise."
"I am right here, you know, and I would really like to know what you're arguing over. If your going to talk about me, at least use my name. I happen to know that all of you know it."
"Child, we aren't in America. I don't even think we've ever heard or recorded a rumor about a place called 'America'" They record rumors? I guess if it was about a country or something similar it might be interesting. But... Not in America? And how could they not even have heard of America? Just where am I? Armstrong's joking, right? I look up at le Mustang, mentally begging him to tell me it was a joke. Just a cruel, cruel joke.
Slowly, as if understanding my desperate plea, he shakes his head sadly.
"This isn't a joke. You're not in America."
"Then where are we?"
:Amestris.:
No. That's not possible. There is no country on Earth called Amestris. It's a name from some show.
:Some show?:
No... It can't be... You're lying... We couldn't be in-
"Amestris," the idiot Colonel finishes.
How did I ever get here? How could I have ever been able to enter the world of the anime I hate? That ruined my life?
I preferred Ed. At least I knew everything was real. Where is he, anyway?
'Right here. Glad to know you missed me.'
:I thought you said you were her!:
'I can lie, no? Twist my words?'
:You really are a bastard.:
'I thought everyone here already knew that.'
:I'm just confirming the fact.:
Yes, because we all needed that reminder.
'I think I should always be on your mind.'
Why?
'Because I'm me and I'm always right about everything.'
:Oh really?:
'Yes'
:I don't think you're always right!:
'At least I'm better than you...'
:Somehow, I also doubt that.:
Oh, stop arguing you two.
:Okay. No loss to me.:
'Why should I? You love me, no?'
Ed?
'Yo'
Shut up for a bit.
'We'll see...'
:Focus, Fuyumi. They're talking about you.:
I've told you a thousand times. Call me Faye!
:I shall do as I wish.:
You're a voice in my head. I do get some say, right?
:I am no figment of your imagination.:
How is that possible?
:...Never mind. Are you really not freaking out about being in Amestris? The country from the show that 'ruined your life' and 'tore apart our family'?:
It's your fault... Anyway, I'm trying to ignore it for as long as I can.
:Why?:
Mostly because I don't want to admit that She exists. You might... If she... I might lose you again to this stupid place.
:I won't leave. You're not her and she's not you. C'mon, I think you'd like her! Ask the nice Colonel.:
He's an idiot.
:Or a bastard, of you ask Ed...:
Ask who?
:Nothing.:
No... You just said Ed, didn't you!
:Did not:
Did too!
:Never mind what I said. Just ask about her.:
I don't wanna.
:Do it.: Her words are powerful and any protests die in the back of my mind.
I hope I don't regret this...
"So, if I'm in Amestris-"
"Ah! You're back! I want to finish some introductions," Armstrong interrupts. I sigh.
"Go on..."
"This," he gestures to a woman in the same uniform as both he and the Idiot. She winks at me, tilting her head as she does so and making her ponytail of brown hair sway. "Is Rebecca."
"Hello!" She says, smiling and waving cheerfully. "I'm going to be your guard for a bit. I hope that's acceptable!"
"Uh..."
Kira, do you know her, too?
:I'm not allowed to tell you much, but she's a wonderful person. Trust her.:
For now, then, I'll deal with her watching me.
"Sure?"
"I'm glad then!" My eyebrow twitches. Too cheerful.
This is going to be a long...
Wait- How long will she be watching me?!
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A/N: FOREVER! MUHAHAHAHA!
Ehem! Sorry about that! This chapter I feel really guilty about... *gets on knees* I beg you all for forgiveness! Please do not be mad!
LayFe Strent: Thank you! On your guess about Kira, you're right on. Good job! I did finally continue, so I hope you like this short but sweet chapter. Also, on an entirely different note, I'm really enjoying Reprieve. A great job right at you!
AvaEobane: Good night from me! I was really happy when you reviewed. I know I've already answered this review to an extent, but I think it only fair to answer once again. You are dead on about the trouble. I can't ever be really nice to Faye! That would be... Nice!
SheWhoWalksRUNS(All chapters): I'm glad you liked it! Here is another chapter for you 3
Guest: I'm really glad you enjoyed it! *winks* and your guess is spot on!