Sweet! After much homework andmucj procrastination, it's here! Chapter 2! Yay! *rave party in head* Sorry it was so late, I was busy with homeowrk and my school's musical practice which likes to be everynight from 3-5pm on Mon, Tues, and Thurs, and 3-4pm on Wed... And I don't get home until an hour after practice ends -.- Oh well, it's almost done anyway. Preformances all next week... yay... Anyway, I hope you like Chapter 2! I've already started Chapter 3, but I probably won't get it up until next weekend... Enjoy ^^

A/N: I'm redoing my chapters, so that Ed's POV is in first person, and other perspectives in a third person/omnicent POV.

It had been a long day at the office... full of paperwork... All of Colonel Roy Mustang's subordinates had gone home by now. The only reason he had stayed in the office so late was because he had to get caught up on all of his paperwork. He was so close to getting it all completed. It was already 10:00pm by the time Mustang signed his last document. The Colonel leaned back in his chair and sighed in relief. He was going to be able to have a paperwork-free holiday. He leaned forward and neatly stacked the piles of paperwork on top of his office desk and left for the night.

The warm late night breeze cut through Mustang's uniform jacket like scissors, though it wasn't unpleasent. In fact, it felt nice, considering how cold the summer nights have been recently. He let out a content sigh and stuck his hands in his pockets. He passed family owned inns and little antique shops on his way back to his apartment. I wonder which inn Fullmetal is staying at this time. Mustang thought. Edward never stayed in the same hotel or inn when he came back to Central. Every time he did come though, he stayed at family owned inns, and not the big, fancy hotels. He turned the corner and saw a very old looking inn. It was made of all wood, but it was just as tall as the rest of the inns. All the front lights were dark. Roy shivered, despite the warm air.

"Colonel!" a child-like voice called. There was the sound of metal against metal at a seven foot tall suit of armor ran up to the Colonel.

"Hello Alphonse." he greeted the armor. "What are you doing out so late? Where's Fullmetal?"

"I ran down to the animal shelter to drop off a stray kitten I found." Alphonse said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his armored helmet. "My brother is in there." he pointed to the creepy inn that the two of them were standing in front of. Mustang gave Alphonse a wary look. "This is the inn we're staying at." he said quickly.

Mustang nodded. "Why here?"

"This is one of the only ones we haven't stayed at." Alphonse shrugged. "It's actually a lot nicer on the inside."

Mustang laughed. "I would still be skeptical."

Alphonse laughed back. "I was too. Well, I've got to get back. Who knows what Ed's doing. He better not be reading this late." Alphonse turned to the inn, and waved back at Mustang. "See you some other time, Colonel!" With that, he opened the door and left Mustang alone on the street. Mustang stood in front of the inn a few seconds longer before shaking his head and continuing on home.

Where do you think you're going? Huh?

I froze and slowly turned, scanning the empty hotel room. Nothing. What the hell? Where did that voice come from? I turned back to the door and tried turning the handle again. It still wouldn't budge. I started rattling the door knob again, desperately trying to get the door open.

"Help! Help me!" I called, abandoning the door knob and resorting to pounding on the door with my fist. Maybe another guest, or worker, would hear me and open the door. No such luck. Someone, or something, grabbed my shirt and dragged me backwards, and throwing me at the bed. I was thrown a little too high, and hit the wall. My vision swam with stars due to the impact of my head hitting the wall before landing me down.

This might hurt for a little bit. Just don't resist and it will go quicker. The voice from before hissed. I struggled, trying to throw the weight off of my back, to no avail. I felt a hand press between my shoulder blades before my vision went black.

I felt like I was sinking through water. It didn't last long though because my body his something solid, which broke under my weight. I fell faster his time, and hit a more solid ground that stayed solid. The back of my head throbbed. I sat up and looked around, but saw nothing. Just blackness. I shook my head. When I opened his eyes again, I saw the same thing. Black. I stood up and did a 360-degree turn, but nothing changed.

"Hello?" I called out. My voice came out softer then I meant for it to be. The nothingness seemed to swallow my voice. I started panicking. Where am I? What happened? Was Al safe? That's when the voice from his room spoke to him.

Hello Edward. Nice to see you could join us.

I turned slowly towards the voice and saw a man, about Mustang's age, with dark brown hair and icy blue eyes. The man grinned, and I resisted the urge to back away. He had a white shirt, which was bloody from bullet wounds that were scattered around his torso, and khaki pants, no shoes and was standing over someone. He a boy wearing all black, with golden hair...

"What the hell?" I cried, unable to take his eyes away from... myself, as I laid there at the man's feet. The man chuckled and bent down next to the body at his feet.

"What? You don't like seeing your body?"

"What the hell is that supposed to mean? I'm right here-"

"You're a disembodied soul. You body is currently vacant. I was able to push out your soul, to make room for mine, without you fighting back all the time." He looked up at me and touched my body's chest with his bloody hand. An orange light appeared around his hand, as it started to sink into the body's chest. My chest burned. The pain was too much, and I fell to my knees. The man watched as I tried to stand up. His whole arm was inside my body, making the body's fingers twitch, then clench into a fist. Somehow, I was able to find the strenth to stand and I stumbled forward. I fell forward just enough to reach out and touch my body's wrist.

"No!" The man screamed as my hand was engulfed in a blue light. My body's skin felt cold under my touch. I could feel myself re-entering my own body, but it didn't feel right. I felt a resistance. The man. I looked up weakly, examining his worried expression.

"What's-"

"We're both going into one body..." He whispered.

There was a flash of light,