AdventureAddict: Yay! Chapter Four! (Cricket chirps)

Kairi Angel: Yay! Number Four!

AdventureAddict: Oh, You're here? Everybody, this is my friend Kairi Angel.

Crowd: Hi, Kairi Angel.

Kairi Angel: Yep, I'm Kairi Angel. I'm AdventureAddict's friend who introduced her to Fullmetal Alchemist. I created a monster!

AdventureAddict: And we all love ya for it. Oh yeah, we have to call Ed a pipsqueak sometime during this intro.

Ed: WHO ARE YOU CALLING A HAIR SO SMALL YOU DON'T NOTICE IT ON YOUR GIRLFRIEND'S UPPER LIP?!?!

AdventureAddict: Those are really starting to get weird…

Kairi Angel: Anyway, if you're wondering, Kari is supposed to be my character, but AdventureAddict forgot an 'I' in Kairi…then again that would confuse people. It isn't a Kingdom Hearts fanfic.

AdventureAddict: No it isn't. Now shut up and listen to the story!

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Chapter Four – In Memoriam

Robyn laid in her bed, the covers pulled up to her chin. She didn't want to get out of bed. Outside was too cold, and her bed was too warm. She could get out quickly and call the school to say she was sick. Her dad wouldn't care if she stayed home. Then something popped into her head.

Ed.

He would probably come to school today, and she had him in Chemistry, gym and lunch. She rolled her eyes and crawled out of bed, slowly walking over to her closet. Sometimes she hated loving Fullmetal Alchemist so much. She looked through her clothes and pulled out a purple shirt with tight sleeves down to her elbow and a pair of jeans. She then pulled on a baggy black t-shirt and a black leather mini-skirt over the jeans and shirt. She then glanced around the room, looking for shoes, and pulled on her black combat boots underneath her jeans. She walked over to her mirror and glanced at the reflection in it. Her mother would have liked the purple shirt. She would have said that it made her eyes all the prettier. Robyn sighed and pulled on her backpack, then walked out the door. Robyn stood outside her door for a few minutes, breathing in the cool, fresh air. Suddenly, a door slamming jolted Robyn out of her thoughts. She looked over to her left to see Ed standing there, looking at the sky as if he wished it was Saturday.

"Hey Ed!" Robyn called out. Ed jumped a bit and looked over to Robyn.

"Hi Robyn," he called back drowsily. The two of them silently crossed the street then started walking side by side. Robyn looked back over to Ed. He looked exhausted. She grinned as an evil idea came into her head.

"COCK A DOODLE DOO!!" she screamed into Ed's ear. He jumped and glared at her, his eyes narrowed.

"Wow Ed, I think you jumped about twice your height," she commented. Ed's eyes got a little smaller.

"WHO ARE YOU CALLING A PEBBLE SO SMALL YOU WOULDN'T NOTICE IT IN THE BOTTOM OF YOUR SHOE?!?!" (A/N: Thanks to my friend nightbug08 for that one. Don't worry, I'll put more in. And if any of you lovely readers want to tell me any funny things Ed says that you've run into, you're welcome to share them, I'm always looking for more. .)

Robyn grinned at him and laughed a little, "I didn't say you were short, I just said you jumped pretty high!" Ed stopped, still storming, but Robyn could tell that he knew she was right. Robyn laughed, and ran into the school, Ed on her tail.

Robyn finally reached her locker and leaned on it, trying to catch her breath. Then she turned to Ed.

"Why did you follow me all the way up here?" she asked, her head cocked.

"I still owe you one for calling me a pipsqueak," he said as he walked away, his finger pointed at her and eyes narrowed. (A/N: if you can remember in the manga with Nina where Ed says, "Hey dog! I'll play with you for exercise!" that's what he looks like) Robyn smiled as he turned around.

"See you in Chemistry!" she called out. Ed held up a hand as he walked to wave goodbye. Robyn smiled and turned back to her locker. It was nice to have somebody like Ed who just cheered school up so much. Especially on a day like today. Her locker sprang open. As you might know, most girls in high school have pictures of almost every person they've ever met or lots of magnets and useful things in their locker. (A/N: I have word poetry in my locker. .) Robyn just had one old battered picture hanging on her locker.

It was a picture of a man with ruffled hair with his arm around a young woman with purple eyes. Next to them, a boy around Robyn's age stood smiling and supporting a four-year-old girl riding piggyback style on him. The two children had matching purple eyes and black hair. Robyn gazed fondly at the picture, then stuffed her backpack in her locker and pulled her Chemistry books out. She walked slowly down the hall towards Chemistry, then glanced at the wall and noticed that she only had two minutes left. She scowled angrily, and then ran towards her chemistry class, barely making it in the door as the bell rang.

"Where were you, picking daisies?" Ed whispered. Robyn scowled at him. She was in a bad mood now. She didn't like running down to her classes. Suddenly the squeal of the intercom broke through the classroom, and all the kids looked up at the little holes in the wall, even though they knew they wouldn't be able to see anything special.

"All students and teachers, we would like to have a moment of silence today for those who were killed five years ago when the terrorists crashed into the world Trade Center," it announced. Robyn's bad mood disappeared as she silently bowed her head. She had only been in fifth grade when it had happened. She could still remember how they had played the same clip of the plane crashing into the first twin tower and exploding over and over, and then the clip of the second plane crashing over and over. Robyn just sat there staring at her desk even after the intercom had rambled, "Thank you," and the chatting in the classroom had returned.

"Robyn? Rob-yn…Robyn!" Robyn looked up to see who was talking to, or trying to talk to her. Her head bounced up and met golden eyes. Ed, she sighed silently.

"Are you okay?" he asked. Robyn thought for a second of telling him she was fine, thanks for asking, have a nice day, but then she looked back up at him and shook her head no.

"What's wrong?" he asked her. Robyn practically swore under her breath. She should have known he would ask that. She desperately tried thinking of an excuse that didn't sound lame in two seconds.

"I, uh, don't feel good," she lied. Ed looked at her with concern written all over his face, and Robyn couldn't hide the sudden smile that flashed onto her face.

"What?" he asked in a confused voice.

Robyn shrugged, "It's just that…we're friends, aren't we?"

Ed smiled, "Yeah, we're friends." Suddenly Mr. Duncan walked back into the room, and Ed held up a finger to Robyn and got up and walked over to Mr. Duncan. Robyn stared at Ed and Mr. Duncan. She wondered what they were talking about. Suddenly, they both looked over at Robyn, who turned a deep shade of red and sank down into her seat. Ed and Mr. Duncan both turned back to each other and continued talking, completely ignoring Robyn's embarrassment. They were talking about her. She knew they were talking about her, why else would they both look at her? She sank down in her seat until she couldn't see anything. What was Ed saying about her? It didn't matter, she realized. He was telling a teacher something about her, probably that she was some mean kid who liked to go around calling other kids pipsqueaks. But then again, tattling didn't seem much like Ed, and he had just said they were friends…

"Robyn?" Robyn turned to the voice calling above her and saw Ed, staring down at her in her hole of a desk. "Come on, we're going to the nurse's office," he said.

Robyn sat up. "What?" she asked. All she had heard from practically sitting on the floor was, "…Going…Office."

"I told Mr. Duncan about how you weren't feeling good, and he said I could take you down to the nurse's office," Ed explained calmly to her.

"Oh," Robyn said. She glanced around the classroom, then gladly got up and followed Ed out the door.

(A/N: I love Ritz!!! Sorry, just having a snack while I type. Please continue…)

Ed and Robyn silently walked down the hall, Robyn's boots making loud clunking noises that echoed through the empty halls. Ed turned and looked at Robyn. Maybe she was sick, she did look a little queasy.

"So what's with the weird outfit?" Ed asked. Robyn looked over at him with a confused expression on her face.

"Huh?" she looked down at her clothes. "Oh, this? It's September eleventh," she answered simply.

"So?"

"So…I'm wearing this because it's September eleventh and these are the only black clothes I have. I have a cousin who went through a Goth stage and she passed these down to me," she explained.

"Yeah, why do you have to wear black?" Ed asked again. "Maybe Robyn has a mental problem," he thought. "She doesn't seem to get the question at all."

Robyn looked at him, and said, "It's September eleventh,"

Ed looked back at her. Both of them had stopped walking now. "Yeah, thanks for that update. Why are you wearing black?" he said, looking at her like she was stupid or something. Robyn stared back at him thinking about how much of an idiot he was, when something hit her. If he really was Ed, of course he wouldn't know about September eleventh. Maybe this could prove that he really was Edward Elric! It took all of Robyn's self control to keep from jumping up and down and screaming like a little girl.

"Um, well, I have something at my house that would help explain it," Robyn said. How could she explain September eleventh to somebody who didn't know anything about it?

"Um, okay," Ed said. Robyn stopped in front of the nurse's office, and Ed turned to go. Maybe having a bodyguard wasn't so bad.

"Wait!" she called out. Ed turned and looked back at her. Robyn looked down at the ground. "Maybe you have to stay to sign something," she said. Ed looked at her like she was crazy, then turned to go again. Robyn caved and called out, "Okay!" Ed turned back and Robyn continued, "I don't want to go in there alone because," she paused and took a deep breath, "They have needles in there."

Ed laughed, "That's it?" Robyn meekly nodded, and Ed laughed even harder. Then something in Robyn snapped and she yelled, "At least I'm not afraid of something stupid like milk!"

Ed stopped laughing and glared at her. "What makes needles so scary and milk stupid?!"

"Needles can hurt you, milk can't!"

"It can if you're lactose intolerant!"

"You're not!"

"How are you so sure?!"

"You just don't like drinking something from a COW!"

Ed was about to yell something back when he cocked his head and looked at her strangely. "How'd you know that?"

Robyn realized her mistake and practically hit her head on the wall. "Well, if you were lactose intolerant, you would have said so," she stammered. Ed looked at her, then seemed to accept her explanation and turned to walk away. "Wait!" Robyn called out again, and Ed turned back to look at her again. "Please?" she said desperately. Ed seemed confused for a second, and then he realized that she was referring back to the needle issue. He sighed and rolled his eyes, then walked back over to Robyn.

Robyn sighed in relief and whispered "Thank you," then walked into the nurse's office, with Ed by her side. The nurse looked up as they both walked in, her eyes landing on Robyn. Suddenly the nurse stood up and walked over to Robyn, enveloping her in a big hug, to the surprise of Robyn and Ed.

"Aw, sweetheart, you want to go home, don't you?" the nurse cooed. Robyn meekly nodded and relaxed in the safety of the woman's arms. "Thanks for taking her down here. She's in good hands now," she assured Ed. "Here, I'll write you a pass." She walked over to her desk, one arm still around Robyn, and pulled out a pad of pink paper. She quickly scribbled on the first sheet and tore it off and handed it to Ed. Ed took the sheet, but still looked at Robyn. He didn't think that she would ever act like this.

"You okay?" he asked Robyn. She nodded, closing her eyes as her head quickly bobbed up and down, then opening them again as she stopped. Ed still looked at her, a little concerned, "See you in gym?" he asked, and Robyn shrugged. Ed looked at her one last time, then turned and walked out of the office.

Robyn sat in the nurse's for a while, enjoying the security it provided. Down here, someone didn't have to worry about a test next hour, or if they were passing English. The nurse had told Robyn that she was going to send her home, so the only thing Robyn had to worry about was how to convince the nurse not to call her dad and make him leave work just because she was having a bad day. Besides, it would take an hour at least for her dad to arrive. Robyn didn't want to spend an hour waiting in the nurse's office so her dad could come and drive her across the street.

"Um, nurse?" she said, and the nurse looked up from going through her files to find the work number for Robyn's dad. 'Um, could I just go home? I live right across the street, and since I'm not sick the way most people would consider…" the nurse looked thoughtful for a minute. 'Piece of cake,' Robyn thought with a grin.

Ed stopped in front of Robyn's house after school and knocked on the door. He wondered if she was feeling any better. There was no answer for a few seconds, and he listened carefully. He could hear faint guitar music coming from the house. 'She must be listening to music,' he thought and rang the doorbell, hoping she would hear that. He heard the guitar music stop and then padded feet that sounded like they were running, and then the door opened and Robyn was there. Her hair was ruffled as if she had been sleeping, and now she was wearing a baggy t-shirt and pajama bottoms.

"Hi Ed," Robyn said, "Come on in." Ed looked at her with a confused look on his face. "Remember? I was going to explain September eleventh to you," Robyn said. Ed suddenly remembered and took a step inside. Robyn walked towards the kitchen, Ed following cautiously. "You want a snack?" she asked. Ed nodded gratefully. He was always hungry. Robyn smiled and pulled a fruit roll-ups box from the cabinet. She tugged two packages from the box, grabbing one for herself. She looked over at Ed, and then she tossed both the fruit roll-ups to him, grabbing a third one for herself.

"Come on," she said, taking a bite of her roll-up and motioning for Ed to follow. She led him down a hallway and stopped in front of a door covered in drawings, mostly of people. Robyn casually opened the door and walked in, but Ed continued looking at the drawings.

There were all kinds of people there. There was a very short boy, who looked like he was only three feet tall, with curly brown hair and a ring around his neck. There was a cluster of what looked like pirates, some with bandannas or gold teeth, and next to them was a tall, graceful woman with blond hair and pointed ears, who looked like she was an elf. "Did you draw all these?" Ed asked.

Robyn was busy looking at books on her bookshelf. "Yeah," she said without looking up. "Whenever I do one I like, I tape it up."

Ed peered closer. There were so many people it could make an entire fantasy world. Four-year olds, kids with Mohawks, a man with three swords coming out of his hands, and even some people who looked like they were part animal and part human. It looked like it had taken Robyn years to draw so many people and cram them on one door. Then Ed spotted the picture Robyn had drawn of him in art class. Next to it was a picture of a man in a suit of armor that had a long strand of hair trailing of his helmet. He looked a little scary, especially with the glowing eyes Robyn had put in. "Who's this guy?" Ed asked casually, pointing his finger to the man in armor.

Robyn walked over to see which picture Ed was talking about. She looked towards his finger and gulped. It was the one picture of Al she had put up. Of all the pictures she had on her door, Ed had to spot that one. She thought quickly, then told Ed, "It's a kid about our age. He and his brother are searching for something, and trying to solve a mystery at the same time."

Ed looked closer at the drawing, as if he couldn't believe that a kid that big could be their age. "What are they searching for?" he asked Robyn.

"Uh, well, I'm not really sure yet," Robyn stammered. Ed nodded, seeming to accept her answer. Robyn walked back over to the bookshelf and pulled out a book while ed looked around.

"Wow. Your room is really…pink," Ed commented. Ed hadn't really expected a room like this from Robyn. In one corner stood a bed with pink sheets. Next to it was a desk with a pink cushion on the chair, and against the wall across from the doorway stood a vanity, complete with a little pink stool. Even Robyn's bookshelves were painted the same shade of pink. It seemed like Robyn had realized how pink the room was though, and had tried to make up for it by painting the walls black. Then she had stenciled the lyrics to Bohemian Rhapsody on the walls in pink, making the whole room very dramatic.

"It was my mom's furniture," Robyn said, as if trying to make up for the excess of pink. Suddenly Ed noticed an electric guitar standing in one corner, and remembered the music he had heard when he had come up to the house.

"Was that you playing?" he asked. Robyn looked at him with a puzzled expression on her face, and then noticed how he was looking at the guitar.

"Oh! Yeah, I play," she told him. She liked playing the guitar, she could relax and forget about school when she played her guitar. She realized she was still holding the book in her hands, and handed it to Ed. He glanced at it, then flipped it open.

"Those are all pictures of September eleventh and the days afterward," Robyn explained, motioning at the book.

"On September eleventh, 2001, two terrorist planes crashed into the World Trade Center," he read aloud. Robyn turned away as Ed started flipping through the pages. She could still remember the horror she had first felt when she saw it on the news.

"Hey Robyn?" Ed asked, jolting Robyn out of her thoughts. She looked over at Ed. "Is this you?" he asked, pointing at a girl in one of the pictures. She was wearing jeans and a blue sweatshirt, and her face even looked like Robyn's but her black hair went halfway down her back.

Robyn glanced at the picture and smiled a little. "Yeah, and that man next to me is my dad," she said, pointing to a man with a goatee. Ed looked at the picture, and then back at Robyn, waiting for her to explain. Robyn took a deep breath. "My mom - " she paused, "My mom had an interview at the World Trade Center on September eleventh. When my dad and I heard the news, we drove there right away. We wanted a plane, but because of the terrorists, that wasn't really possible. When we got there, the fire department was going through the rubble. They hadn't found my mom yet, but we couldn't find her with any of the survivors either, so we rented a hotel. A few days later we were told that they had found my mom, and that she was - " Robyn stopped. Ed looked at her sympathetically. "Everybody in school heard about. After all, we live in Massachusetts. New York is an entirely different state. Everybody was trying to be nice about it and all, but…I just wanted my mom back. So I started yelling at anybody who said stuff like 'sorry about your loss,' or 'we heard the news, that's so sad.' Eventually they just started to leave me alone." She looked back up at Ed, silent for a moment. "If my mom had gotten that job, we would have had an entirely different life. We would have been right in the area of one of my old friends if we had moved, and we would have had more money to get a nicer house, but instead those terrorists had to - " she stopped and closed her eyes, and Ed put a hand on her shoulder.

"Hey, at least you can remember your mom," he said. Robyn looked up at him.

"You can't remember your mom?" she asked, and he shook his head.

"I was found in the woods, with no memory of anything, other than my name was Edward, and my mom was dead. Luckily, there was a nice couple I met who decided to be my foster parents."

"You can't remember anything about your past?" Robyn said in astonishment. "That's awful."

'Well," Ed said, "I can remember this little boy with dirty blond hair, but only faintly." He tried digging deep into his memory to remember something, anything, then gave up and said, "I can't even remember his name, or why he was important to me."

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AdventureAddict: Ha! Seven pages! I hope that makes up for my long break. .

Kairi Angel: You made my character girly. (glares)

AdventureAddict: Yeah, I did, but Robyn has a big part of you in her because she's all emo and tomboy. Kari just has your screen name thingy.

Kairi Angel: I don't cut myself! .

AdventureAddict: Neither does Robyn! So ha! (Sticks out tongue)

Kairi Angel: (Looks at Ed) Short.

Ed: RAAAGH!!! (Attacks)

AdventureAddict: Heeheehee. Hey, where did Frodo go? (Muffled screams come from closet) Kairi Angel! What did you do?!

Kairi Angel: (Eating) Eh? o.o

Ed: You ate Frodo?!

Crowd: What the-?

AdventureAddict: (looks over at Ed) And guess who's the next midget on the menu? (She looks over at Ed, who runs from room screaming)

ED: Help me! They're nuts! Aaahhh!

AdventureAddict: Haha! Nice one Kairi Angel! Frodo, you can come out now! (no answer) Frodo?

Kairi Angel: Mmmm…

AdventureAddict: Kairi Angel!!!!

(A/N: Please, please, please review! See what I'm reduced to? BEGGING! The button is right down there, see, see, see? All you have to do is one little click. Please?)