Top Note!: Sorry for not updating in a long time. Here's a long chapter to make up for it!

"Someone - Anyone - Help me! Help me, please!" a little girl screamed as she ran through the damp streets. "Anyone out there! Please- I'll do anything - anything you want! Just…Just please!"

Flowing hair trailed behind her as her eyes were engulfed in horror. In the midst of the night, everything around her was black and gray. No color could distinguish anything. A bitter smell cascaded over the horizon and the moon was a deep red. It was the night of the Bloody Moon. The night when everyone shuts their doors, keeps others out, turns off their lights, leaves anyone on the streets to death. This night was the night of horrors.

Some say that each horror is different from the last. And different for each person. Everyone's fear comes out into the open and nothing could make them budge. Even if a person's children is out in the streets they'll leave them there in fear of the Bloody Moon. In which case, some people say that this child is a lost cause, this little girl. She has no means of protecting herself. An orphan of sorts. No one had cared for her, this much she knew. But she won't give up on these townspeople.

"Anyone…please…is…is anyone out there?" she asked, looking all around. She had stopped running momentarily, trying to regain her breath. She fell to her knees, finding it futile to fight back. She closed her eyes, letting her fear come towards her. She realized that no one has cared for her since then. She was twelve. An alone, hated, and twelve year old girl. A flock of birds, twelve, twenty four, hundreds, even thousands encircled all around her. They were mocking birds, parrots, any bird that could mimic one's words. Repeat in some shape or form.

The girl opened up her eyes and stared all around her. She just saw a plain of feathers, all a variety of colors. Each of them opened up their beaks, and repeated words back at her. Some words she wasn't aware of before. Some words she didn't even know existed. What scared her the most was that the birds' repeated were of the voices of the townspeople.

"…Unwanted girl."

"….Pathetic excuse for a human…"

"A waste of space..."

"Immoral wench!"

"Corrupt Priestess…"

"….Dark witch."

"Heresy of a bitch…"

"…An inhuman being."

"A plain slave!"

Her eyes widened in horror of the words. The voices bounced around in the town, only her seeming to hear it. She put her hands around her ears, trying to cast out the harsh words. A Dark witch. Unwanted. Waste of Space. Pathetic. A wench. A bitch. Inhuman. A corrupt priestess. Useless. A simple slave.

All of the words repeated in her mind, more coming to her. Most were along the same lines of hate and disgust. She didn't understand. She had done nothing to them. She hadn't hurt anyone. She simply was there. And that was why she was hated. Just because she existed, these words were repeated amongst the townspeople. Her faith in them had shattered. Nothing meant of any importance to her.

"They can all perish for all I care…" she muttered to herself. "They can all perish. Burned to the ground. Nothing but ashen."

She looked up, her eyes no longer filled with fear and gentleness. It was replaced by bitterness, a dead look in them. She had no longer cared for anyone.

Her heart had closed off. Her walls thicker than ever before.

I woke up with a start, my breath jagged, my heart racing. That was the first time I had seen that nightmare. This nightmare was different than all the others. It wasn't me that I saw in my dream. It just wasn't.

"Oh, good. You're awake."

I jumped at the voice and thrust my fist into whatever lay beside me. "I don't know you!" I screamed, my fist landing square into whoever's stomach. I didn't know who it was, my eyes were forced shut. I was too terrified to open them.

"Would you stop that!" a hoarse voice, probably because I hit them too hard, yelled.

I cracked open one of my eyes to see the person in whom I injured. I saw a pair of golden eyes, and I brought back my fist. I gasped as I put the covers over the bottom half of my face to hide myself from him. "S-Sorry!" I managed to choke out.

Ed panted, and rubbed his sore abdomen. "What is up with you?" he asked as he sat down on his bed. "I saw you tossing and turning. You're soaked in sweat. What happened? Did you have a nightmare?"

Wait a minute. He's asking me if I'm okay because I was tossing and turning in bed, yet he's not mad that I just punched him in the stomach? That's weird. I shook my head and tossed the bed sheets off of me, finding that he was right. My clothes are sticking to me like glue and I'm basically drenched in sweat. Was that nightmare really that bad? I should be used to it by now.

"Forget about it. It was just a nightmare; nothing to worry about," I said and then grabbed the box that lay at my feet. "I'm going to take a shower. To…get rid of…this…er…sweat."

I started to walk off into the bathroom, leaving a still sore Edward behind me. I bit my bottom lip and my eye twitched. Damn it. I feel bad for hitting him. I didn't even mean to. If only all those years ago I hadn't been in…

I shook my head. Forget it. I told myself. That was in the past. Way in the past. I glanced at Ed from the corner of my eye, finding him sitting on his bed. A blank look on his face. Who did he remind me of? It was definitely someone long ago…But who?

My throat tightens and I start coughing. I put my hand over my mouth, trying to stop the coughs.

"Seiren, are you alright?" Al asked.

I nod, my body still racking in coughs. "I'm…fine. I'll just…" I manage to say and opened the door to the bathroom. As I hear the door close, I start letting lose all of my coughing. The coughs struck my lungs hard, and my body shook with the impact. What is up with me? I felt something hack up my throat and into my mouth. I grabbed a hold on my jaw, securing it closed until I got to the sink. As I made it to the sink, I gripped the sides of it, and then let go of my jaw, causing something to spew out of my mouth.

The metallic taste hit my taste buds. I coughed some more, causing more of the liquid to come out. I shut my eyes, in fear of what was coming out. I shouldn't be scared…I shouldn't be scared… I told myself. Mother wouldn't be!

I peeled open my eyes, just to see what I dreaded my whole life. What I most wanted to keep in secret. My own demise. I looked at the sink, my blood splattered all over the porcelain white. A color of a deep red. The color of a black cherry, I guess. Since I could remember, my blood seemed to have a black sense of it. I call it black cherry, it really defines the color of what my blood is.

I wiped my mouth and then started to wipe down the blood from the sink. As soon as I was sure that no one could see the blood, I stripped down and stepped into the shower.

XoXoXoXo

When I was done showering, I opened up the box that contained my new school uniform. I scowled when I saw it. Is every uniform supposed to damage my image? If so, they're succeeding! Ignoring my sighing, I put it on.

I put on the damn thing, and look myself over. I have a crème colored collared shirt, complete with a striped black and red tie. What I found amusing was the cross on the end of it. A vampire wearing a tie that has the sign of the cross on it. How ironic. I put on my cardigan/blazer thing that was a deep shade of brown. I had on a red plaid skirt that reached to mid thigh, and to keep some decency, I had on white long socks that reached just below my knees. I decided to leave my hair down, with a hair tie on my wrist just in case I needed one. As a precaution, I wrapped a belt around my left thigh containing a pocket knife.

Eh, you never know.

Luckily I put it high enough on my thigh so that my skirt covered it. The only problem would be if I need to get it, I'd have to lift up my skirt. I grimace at the thought of lifting my skirt in the middle of combat. It just never suited me well. I shook my head free of any battling thoughts. I'm just going to school. Why would I need to fight? Hell, why would I need to fight anymore in these times?

I opened the door, and strapped on my now emptied backpack. I sighed, and then closed the door behind me. "Now, before you say anything, this is my school uniform. I am forced to wear this, alright?"

When I turned to Ed and Al, I found completely different reactions than what I thought I was going to get. Al just stared at me, and since he was a soul attachment, I couldn't read him. Damn. I need to see a person's face to get a sense of what they're thinking! This must be an advantage of having that body. I glanced at Edward and found something unexpected. His face was entirely coated in a bright luminescent blush, and he was stammering beyond compare. I couldn't even make out what he was trying to say. His golden eyes were looming over in a sort of way that a boy would when they saw something interesting.

I looked down, seeing if I had anything like a stain or a hole on my uniform. When I looked down, I saw what made him be like that. I scowled as I grew an anger mark. I had on a skirt that reached mid thigh, maybe higher. I had on a blazer/cardigan and shirt that defined my figure and pronounced my breasts.

Why that perverted impudence! Damn male hormones. They always bring out the worst in guys. No matter the situation.

I had to admit, I was nothing in the means of absolutely radiant, and I didn't have some huge breasts to accent anything. My smile wasn't a fabulous art piece and (in my eyes) I wasn't particularly pretty. My best attribute was my raven hair and piercing hazel eyes. I guess my pale skin tone added to the dark hair and light eyes combo somewhat, but I wouldn't count myself as someone of exquisite beauty. There were tons of other girls that were a lot prettier than me. But, hey. If a girl was wearing this and her roommates were only boys, you could only expect something like this to happen when she shows some skin.

I growled and narrowed my eyes at him. I grabbed whatever was closest and ended up gripping a thick book. Perfect. I brought it up and thrust it at Ed, making a swift and powerful throw at his head.

"Hit the mark!" I said, more-so to myself than anyone else. As my request responded, it landed a direct hit square in the middle of his forehead. I heard a sharp yelp, and then a thud where Ed probably fell. I fumed and put my hands on my hips, heat rising to my cheeks quickly.

"You damned, lecherous fool!" I shouted, letting my old speech slip out. Instead of panicking as I usually did when my old language would seep into my voice, I ignored it and kept fuming. "I thought you were above preying on young girls. It's a damned uniform attire!"

Sure, he was a fifteen year old boy. It was inevitable that he'd feel this way. But, really? I had to admit, I felt embarrassed. But at the same time flattered that he found me cute in some way. Damn it! Now my female hormones are kicking in! I brushed the thoughts off, and continued my anger.

He got up slowly, rubbing the spot I hit him. He moaned in pain and brought his hand down revealing a bright red spot where the book had hit him.

Maybe I hit him a bit too hard….

"What the hell, Cat Ears!" he yelled. My eye twitched. He still calls me that when he's mad?

I sighed loudly in protest as I shot him a glare. He flinched a bit at my look, but looked at me nonetheless. "If you're done ogling me, I have to get to the Academy," I said/groaned in annoyance.

He was taken back a bit at he word 'ogling' and refused to look at me from that point on. "I-I wasn't doing that! N-Now shut up and let's go."

"Hmph!" I tossed my head to the side, a bad habit I have to outgrow. I crossed my arms over my chest and walked out the door. Wasn't staring at me, my ass.

XoXo… Amestris Academy …XoXo

On the way to my new school (cue exaggerated sigh), Ed had refused to look at me. I sighed for real this time. I blew off my steam and was calm again. Why was Ed still holding a grudge? I glanced at him, his usual scowl on his face, hands stuffed in pockets, a small tint of blush still on his face. I shook my head.

I can't believe how immature he was being about this. I have to confess, I was overreacting at first. I sighed again, and hung my head. Do I really have to do this…?

XoXo… Out of Seiren's POV …XoXo

Seiren saw the Academy in view and hopped in front of Ed and Al. They stopped before they ran into her, like she had anticipated.

Al cocked his head to the side. "Seiren? What is it?"

She sighed as she turned to Ed. "Look, Fullmetal. I'm s…I'm s…I'm so-…." There was a long pause as Seiren fumbled over her words.

Ed rose an eyebrow. "You're what?"

Seiren sighed as she clenched one of her hands into fists. Her eye twitched as she opened her mouth again. "I'm s…I'm so-…I'm…so-…" Seiren fumed as she flailed her arms about, something she doesn't do often. "DAMN IT! WHY THE HELL CAN'T I DO IT! IT'S JUST A FUCKING WORD!"

Ed rose an eyebrow as he stared at Seiren spazz around, run in a circle, cussing and shouting things about not being able to do such a simple task. Al stared at her for a moment before coming to a realization.

"Oh! I see!" Al said.

"Hm?" Ed asked.

Al pointed at the raven haired girl who was still cursing and shouting. "She's trying to apologize to you. She just can't say it."

"Apologize for what?"

Al sighed. "Do I really have to explain?" Al muttered. He turned to Ed again. "She's trying to say she's sorry for hitting you with that book, probably."

"Oh!" Ed said. "Now it makes sense."

Seiren stopped running for a moment and returned to her place in front of Ed. Instead of facing him face on, she had her back turned to him. She shifted a bit uncomfortably before letting out a long sigh.

"Look, Fullmetal…" she started. "I just wanted to say that I'm so-….that I'm so-…" she cursed under her breath while she hit herself over the head. "Just say it damn it!" She gritted her teeth, and tried again. "I'm so-…I'm so-…I'm so- Look! The point is I didn't mean to hit you that hard on the head! I overreacted! There!"

Ed blinked his eyes out of confusion. He stared at Seiren's back and found her ears burning pink. Ed smirked. Was she really that stubborn to not being able to apologize? Especially for something so simple. She apologizes whenever she hits him in the gut. So why is it so hard now? Ed chuckled at her stubbornness. He guess that was all he'd get from her, apology-wise.

"Okay."

Seiren perked up at the word. "Huh?"

"It's alright. You're forgiven," Edward said, a smile on his lips.

Seiren whirled around, a half smile on her face. "Really?"

Ed rolled his eyes. "Yeah."

Seiren laughed a bit, and then turned on heel. Ed watched her as she ran forward, towards the school. Her raven hair blew off in the wind, a smile threatened to appear at any time. She called over her shoulder, not turning around.

"Okay! I'm off!" Seiren called. "Don't go to Tucker's until I get out of the Academy alright?"

Al chuckled. "Sure thing Seiren! Good Luck!"

BN: And next chapter will be dedicated to Seiren's school life. -_-" Oh how I wonder how that'll come out...^-^ I can't wait! XD

I wonder if you guys can see the hints I laid out in this chapter. ^-^ Hints about Seiren and how she was. If you can guess it, I'll let you come up with a one shot or an idea for later chapters! I'll make sure to give you a shout out too!

Okay, that's all from me.

Until next chap! =:D