Two Worlds Chapter 5, a fullmetal alchemist fanfic

[Hello! Welcome to this little corner! :D I'm sorry this took a while, but my writer's block for one of my other stories left me and I had to write down all the ideas and such.

Just to say, this does have a plot/storyline somewhere, but if I don't get ideas, this story will only be 10 chapters long. I'm aiming for at least 20. So PLEASE! Give me story ideas or this will just die.

E.g. they go to Roy Mustang's house and stay the night. Or they hint at who killed Hughes. That sort of thing.

HELL, you can even request for you or one of your OCs to appear in my story. If that's the case, then send me a character description (name, looks and personality) and I'll work it out from there. Also, tell me if you want to appear a lot or just a few times. Just pleeaase! Ideas!

I'm not sure if I've said this, but Alice and Momo will turn into more OCs than just me and Aurora-16 going FMA world. But yeah.

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Chapter5

Books are a dangerous distraction...

Alice's POV

I stood there confused as to why Momo had suddenly run off. Until I saw the shop; the shop of all shops. It didn't look as big as WHSmith, but still…it was full of books! I love books.

I like to read. Okay, I LOVE to read.

I'm a readoholic. Before the computer, that was all I ever did.

I ran off after Momo and easily caught up to her. We ran inside the shop and I headed off inside the place, leaving her at the front. I got to the fiction part and saw how little of my favourite genre was there. I frowned.

There wasn't even any Darren Shan books! Nor any Skullduggery Pleasant.

Epic fail. Huffing, I walked around more of the shop before deciding to use my ultra-cool nose to sniff out a bigger and better bookshop.

I'm so cool like that. Be jealous.

I walked past Momo and the guy who I had seen walking around earlier. I sent her a cocky smile, but I doubt she even saw me. She was too absorbed in the books around her.

I'll admit it, I was absorbed too! Until I saw that the books looked all like biographies. I preferred fantasy. Things like Harry Potter and stuff.

I grinned. Awesome idea alert! Beware my ideas. They may kill you!

Or maybe not...dun dun duuun.

I skipped out of the bookshop and up to the nearest person. They answered my question, looking at me strangely, and I thanked them before running off in the direction they had pointed me in.

I got to the Central Library in about 20 minutes. I stood there arguing with the guard-y person.

Well, it was more like me begging and attempting to convince him that I was telling the truth…even though I wasn't.

"But Edward Elric sent me! Honest!"

"If he did then you would have proof, now go."

"Pleeeaaase?"

"No."

"Come ooon! It's not like I'm gonna blow the place to smithereens. I mean look at me! I'm a kid."

"I said no." So I started crying. My infamous crocodile tears. At first it didn't bother him – talk about pokerface – but after a while he kept glancing at me worriedly. I decided it was time to start my whining.

"All I w-want is t-t-to look for a b-book." I said in between cries "T-then I can g-g-go home." He sighed and knelt next to me trying to comfort me.

"Hey, kid. Kid, don't cry. Um I can't let you in, but you can come back another day if you get proof that FullMetal really did send you."

...Damnit. It still didn't work. I growled and bit him.

"OOOOW" He yelled "GET OFF ME!" I almost laughed.

"I will never stop biting you until you let me in!" I said as I stopped biting him.

Damn. I stood up and looked at the dude that was now nursing his hand and cursing. I knew I didn't have long left before he stopped nursing his hand. And when that happened…I shouldn't be anywhere close by.

So, I ran.

A few minutes of running and I was out of breath. I was so unhealthy. It's not really any wonder, really. I mean, I'm a chocoholic. A proper chocoholic.

I wanted chocolate like an alcoholic wanted alcohol.

Maybe not that bad, but still. I like chocolate. A lot. I sat down and waited to regain my breath.

I was in a park of some kind. I never knew that there was a park in Central. It seemed weird. I sighed and pulled my phone out of my bag, noting with surprise, that the battery was full. I shrugged and looked through my songs until I found the one I was looking for.

How can I repay you, brother mine?
How can I expect you to forgive?
Clinging to the past, I shed our blood.
And shattered your chance to live.

Though I knew the laws, I paid no heed.
How can I return your wasted breath?
What I did not know has cost you dear,
for there is no cure for death.

Beautiful mother, soft and sweet,
Once you were gone we were not complete.
Back through the years we reached for you,
Alas 'twas not meant to be.

I know this isn't the original. I do prefer how the Russian version sounds, but I can understand Vic Mignona's version. I absolutely adore his voice.

Don't cry for the past now, brother mine.
Neither you nor I are free from blame.
Nothing can erase the things we did,
for the path we took was the same.

I also love how this song is from Ed's point of view at the first chorus and then Al's on the second. And then at the end it's the two of them. Mhmm…if only the boy who voice acted Al sang in this…

So where do we go from here?
And how to forget and forgive?
What's gone is forever lost.
Now all we can do is live.

As the song's last note ended I lay down and yawned. Brothers, as sung by Vic Mignona, always lulled me. Depending on the mood I was in, it would either help me sleep or just bring me into something in between nostalgia and sentimental. I suppose you could call it 'peace of heart'.

Right now, however, the song lulled me to sleep.

Hmm, sleepy…who knew pavement was so comfy?

Morgan's POV

"I'm sorry!"

"Hn"

I rolled my eyes. Charming. Here I am apologizing for something that I'm not quite sure was wrong and all I get is a grunt. Not to mention a forceful drag out of the book store. Gah, why is Ed such a jerkoff?

"Screw you then." He didn't even bother grunting this time. He was dragging me and Al towards the Central Library. I have no idea how he managed that. I was the same size and Al was a whole lot bigger…then again, I was way out of shape and had no muscle to speak of while he was like a mini body builder. He kind of reminded me of one of those steam train things. Scary.

Anyway, we were heading to the Central Library because someone had pointed us in this direction after we had asked if they had seen a weird girl with dark hair and strange clothes. Don't tell Alice that though. She'd kill us. And I mean, she would literally kill us. She had thrown a shoe at Ed's head when he questioned her clothing choices. Mine weren't much better…but at least he didn't complain about them.

I held the book that Ed had bought me. That was a rather nice thing. But I think he only did it because he was too lazy to put it away when he grabbed me, and just tossed the money at the man as we were leaving. I had given up trying to read it as he dragged me. It was too hard concentrating on the bouncing letters.

We finally got to the Central Library and Ed started speaking to the guard. His hand had a bandage wrapped around it. That didn't look good.

"Ah! I'm sorry Major Elric, I sent her away because she didn't have proof that you sent her. Well, I tried sending her away, but the little cow bit my hand and then ran off."…haha that's funny. I wish I could've seen it.

"Which way did she go?" Ed said through gritted teeth. The guard backed away, obviously scared for his life. I sympathized with him. The little blond shortie could be scary when he wanted to. He pointed down one of the streets.

"That way, I think." He whimpered.

Ed facepalmed and started to drag me away again. This was getting old fast. And my arm was starting to hurt. I waved over my shoulder at the guard who simply stared at me. Well fine then, be that way.

"I'm gonna kill her! I'm gonna kill that little bitch." Ed growled, dangerously. Neither Al nor I had the guts to talk to him. Okay yes, I was slightly gutless at points. I still had my life to live damnit! Although, I couldn't help but whisper to myself.

"Someone needs a happy meal." Al heard me and looked at me. At least I think he did. It's hard to tell when he doesn't have eyes. I could practically feel the questioning aura coming off him. I shrugged and started humming my current favourite song of the day/week/month/whatever other time period.

Just gonna stand there and watch me burn
But that's alright because I like the way it hurts
Just gonna stand there and hear me cry
But that's alright because I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie

I can't tell you what it really is
I can only tell you what it feels like
And right now it's a steel knife in my windpipe
I can't breathe but I still fight while I can fight
As long as the wrong feels right it's like I'm in flight
High off of love, drunk from my hate,
It's like I'm huffing paint and I love it the more I suffer, I suffocate
And right before I'm about to drown, she resuscitates me
She fucking hates me and I love it.

I started doing a little dance as I walked. It was fun.

Who's that dude? I don't even know his name
I laid hands on her, I'll never stoop so low again
I guess I don't know my own strength

Al carried on looking at me, obviously trying to place the song.

Sound like broken records playing over but you promised her
Next time you show restraint
You don't get another chance
Life is no Nintendo game
But you lied again
Now you get to watch her leave out the window
Guess that's why they call it window pane

Now I know we said things, did things that we didn't mean
And we fall back into the same patterns, same routine
But your temper's just as bad as mine is
You're the same as me
But when it comes to love you're just as blinded
Baby, please come back
It wasn't you, baby it was me

He wasn't gonna guess the song, mostly because it doesn't exist here. Also, I doubted it would even be his type.

Okay, yes, I am aware that it is a terrible song with an even worse message…but its so super addicting. And I love Rihanna's voice.

We came to a park and Ed started heading straight through it when I dug my heels in the ground, stopping him from going any further. He turned to me, furious, and I yawned.

"When looking for a person, I suggest actually moving your eyes to look everywhere instead of straight on." I said in a lazy drawl, pointing to the form that lay on the ground a few feet from us.

He whipped his head in the direction I had pointed in and his eyes grew wide. Alice was sleeping. I could almost hear what he was thinking.

'That BITCH! I've been looking for her for ages and she's here sleeping like everything's right in the world!'

Yeah, that's exactly what he was thinking. Wow, either he was way too predictable or I had been around him for way to long.

"You know, if you weren't such an impatient shopper than we wouldn't have gotten bored and left." I felt compelled to point out…and regretted it when he turned to glare at me. God, what was with him? Sis he have a permanent stick up his ass?

"You, shut up. I didn't ask to get stuck with the two of you. In fact, id just as soon neither of you two were here. So for the time being, you're my responsibility so you'd better just get used to it."

I wasn't listening anymore. I had already gone over to sit beside Alice who looked quite cosy. Weird…she managed to get to a park…yet still feel asleep on pavement. I was about to wake her up when a strong pair of hands grabbed me and I found myself looking into pissed yellow eyes once again.

"I was talking to you damnit!"

"I know, and why should I care? I didn't ask to be stuck with you either…and just because Mustang said to watch us, that doesn't mean you can boss us around! I'm the same age as you, but just because I'm a girl I need protecting? As if. And since you obviously don't want me around why don't you just go! Or better yet I'll go!" I stormed off. A part of me knew I was over reacting…but an even bigger part of me didn't care. I hated when people felt like they had to look after me because I was a girl or short and seemed fragile. I don't need to be babysat.

Maybe I was being immature, but I didn't care.

[Songs are 'Brothers' – Vic Mignona and 'I love the way you lie' by Rihanna and Eminem I think...

I love the way you lie annoys me so much *shudders* damn you aurora-16, damn you...

Review replies

Little firework: I didn't think it was that funny, but to each his own I guess. Or her own. :D My mum always looks at me like that. Maybe it's because I am crazy...

Or am I? :)

Aurora-16: I haven't changed your bit much because I couldn't find anything to change. I did cut the song down a bit though... When I said (insert song here) I meant the song title, but what the hell xD

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