A.N:Ok yes you hate me I get it. But quite honestly I'm really busy nowadays I barely have any time for writing! . And because of that, this chapter is extremely badly written, I barely editted it at all... So I sincerely apologize. I really really am sorry D:

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This story (starting this chapter) will be taking on sort of a creepy twist. There is some implications of drugging and molesting (kind of), so if you're uncomfortable with it, then jump down to the second section of this chapter (below the gray tab). (: Enjoy, and leave reviews!

"Winry... Dearest Winry..."

This man never believed in darkness in every person's heart. People were good or bad, simple as that. The tinted mist lingering in his, he was sure, was not darkness. Nothing of that sort. Call it curiosity, if you will. Inquisitiveness, interest, nosiness. It was the kind of curiosity that would do more than simply 'kill the cat'. Not this time, no. He wouldn't let this opportunity go to waste. There was too much at stake here. If he could confirm his theories, he would be rich. Not to mention famous. He wouldn't need this lifestyle anymore. No, this lifestyle would be no more. He would have everything right at the palms of his hands. People would finally appreciate everything he had done his whole life. He'd show that he'd uncovered secrets beyond imagination. Secrets not even the Thule Society could hold onto. And not only that.

He would have her. She would be all his. This sweet, beautiful young girl would be all his. And he would never let her go. But why would she want to go? He was kind. He was caring. He would... never... let her get hurt. He would never let anyone take her away from him. She was his. And he'd make sure of that.

His eyes lingered her sleeping figure a final time. Her usual plain white shirt had rode up a little, exposing a slight segment of her flesh, just over her belly button. His fingers traced the intriguing pattern that tattooed her slender stomach, a slight sensation bubbling up within his chest. She twitched slightly at his cold touch, but the heavy drugs soon took their toll over her. Her porcelain skin glowed more than usual in the moonlight, it seemed, and her bright yellow hair shone with such brilliance, anyone could have mistaken her for a seraph. Her cheeks were perfectly rounded, and her eyelashes were long, dark and curled. His hands once again found their way to her face, and he tucked stray hairs behind her ears. He needed a clearer view of her face, nothing should interfere. A small gasp escaped his lips at the sight of her sleeping face, figure, and all. Who in their right mind wouldn't want a vixen like this?

He wasn't twisted, and the dark mist within him certainly wasn't darkness. After all, it was perfectly human for someone to be selfish sometimes. Understood? Perfectly human.

"Winry. Winry. Winry."

Now we prance far from darkness, and we fear the names of home.

Because we stare in the eyes of wild.

Oh, waltz on home, little rolling child.

"One more time!"

"No."

"Please! No one's looking, just-!"

"I said no, Bunny."

"Come on! That was so cool!"

Edward heaved an irritated sigh. He kicked himself mentally for giving into Bunny's constant pleas and threats in order to catch a glimpse of his usually covered automail limbs. The two were on their way towards Al's workplace, as Bunny had reminded Edward that she hasn't met his little brother yet, and that was "simply unacceptable", considering their apparent close friendship. Since when had Edward and Bunny became close friends, not even he knew. Although, the thought of Al meeting Paninya's doppelganger did bring a smile to his face. He could just imagine the younger Elric's mouth dropping down to his knees. Oh, this would be good.

"E-eeeeeed." Bunny whined. "Pleeaaase?"

"Would 'ya shut up?! I should've never showed you!" Edward snapped, his face scrunching together. Bunny nearly fell to the floor laughing in response, only leaving Edward more annoyed. Finally, the golden eyed man scoffed, and mumbled an irritated "Here we are."

As Bunny's laughed gradually died, so did her cheerful expression. She now wore an expression of utter confusion and disgust.

"This is where your genius, child prodigal, kind hearted younger brother works?! It looks like one of those stereotypical gangster stops!" And almost immediately, different pictures began popping into Bunny's mind of how this young boy might look. Edward caught onto this quickly, and angrily snapped at the female doctor to stop.

The pair entered the groggy looking bar, only to be greeted by none other than Spencer. And by greeted, that meant having the burly bloke shooting Edward a glare so cold it sent shivers down his spine, and left Bunny halt in her steps, contemplating turning around and running for her life. The young doctor could feel beads of sweat forming across her brows. Quickly swallowing the repulsive glob that had formed in the pit of her throat, she quickly gave the man a shaky smile. Spencer's gaze went from Edward to the young woman, and with a grunt, he turned around and disappeared through the back door.

"What did you do to throw him off, huh?" Bunny hissed.

"Why do you always assume I did something?"

"Because you always do! Duh!"

A growl escaped the blonde's mouth once more. He was already irritated, and without anything else to bite back and his ego at stake, he grew even more irritated than before.

"Brother? Is that you?"

From behind the counter, a young boy, around 19 maybe 20 years of age, could be seen rubbing his eyes with fatigue. He had captivatingly coloured hair, just the right shade in between golden and chocolaty brown that grew to just below his chin in gentle spikes. His eyes were big and brown, fitted perfectly on his square face. His shoulders were broad, indicating a definite muscular structure. But despite his height and masculine menace, there was an odd vibe that proved how gentle and kind he really was.

This boy was attractive, concluded Bunny.

As for Al, once his eyes creaked open, he felt his heart seize in his chest.

"Pa-Pa-Pan-?!"

Edward clutched a nearby table with one hand and his stomach with the other, bending over laughing. Bunny wore a look of utter perplexity, her eyes darting from one Elric to the other.

"Papapan? 'Wassat, some sort of alien language from your home world or something?" the doctor muttered. This simply made Edward laugh even harder, and Alphonse turn paler. Wiping a tear, Edward stretched his back with a sly smile plastered across his face.

"Oh, Al, that was hilarious! Hah, you shoulda seen your face!"

Alphonse's mouth opened and closed a few times before he shook his head furiously. The brunette glared at his brother with such intensity, it sent shivers down Bunny's spine.

"Brother! That's...! How does she know about...?! And why...?!"

"She's a fellow doctor at the institute. Al, I think we need to talk. And... Lets invite Noah and Kain down too in about a week or so, why don't we? I kind of miss them."

The next day was one of the longest Bunny had endured in her entire stay at the institute. Not only had she stayed out late, conversing with Edward and (the oh, so adorable) Alphonse, but she had been scheduled an early morning visit to the young blonde, who seemed to be known as Winry.

Her heels clicked lazily against the smooth floor of the institute as she dragged her feet down the cold morning corridors, and up to the blondie's door. It took only two gentle knocks before Bunny heard the young girl's gentle "huh?" from inside. She gently placed her keys into the lock and to her utter confusion, the door swung open, revealing the started blonde girl seated on her bed, wrapping her thin under sheet around her.

"What in the name of...?" the doctor mumbled quietly. The apparent Winry cocked her head to the side with a concerned look on her face. I could've sworn I locked up last night... Bunny shook her head and smiled brightly at the young girl.

"G'mornin', sweets!" she exclaimed, closing the door behind her and latching the lock shut. The blonde's face lit up in a wide grin. "Hi!"

Bunny chuckled happily. "More words coming to you, huh? What are you doing there?"

Apparent Winry shoved a paint-splattered piece of paper at the young doctor happily. It seemed to be a little yellow house seated on an isolated hill, overlooking a rural countryside. It seemed almost identical to what Alphonse had described to her last night. Bunny smiled quietly to herself. It seemed like such a fairy tale, their world. The brunette's eyes slowly met the girl's blue ones.

"Say, you're not too shabby at crafting up structural figures. Have you done something like this before?"

The blonde's joyful face crumbled slightly, wanting desperately to give an answer.

"It's alright, dear. Don't pressure yourself! Take as long as you need to figure things out, alright?"

Apparent Winry's face lit up once again in a wide smile, as she dipped her index finger into some yellow paint, and pecked Bunny's nose with it. The doctor stuck her tongue out and crossed her two eyes, sending the blonde into a fit of giggles at her silly face. The music of their laughter filled the empty void in the drafty room, radiating outdoors and onto the morning streets. Autumn was nearing its end, it seemed, and the smell of smoked bacon and grinded coffee beans tickled their noses mockingly. Early birds could be heard moving to and fro between the markets and bakeries, looking more foot lose and fancy free than ever. The blonde felt a still yearning in her heart for such freedom, but in her moment with her newest friend, she felt happiest and safest.

Their undersized moment of fun was soon interrupted by the click of the lock once more, as Mr. Willis bounded into the small cell-like room. His face had its usual rosy tint and his eyes the usual kind twinkle.

"Harriet! How wonderful to see you!" Jacob exclaimed, his usually smile dancing willfully across his face.

"Mr. Willis! I'm really sorry for making you go through so much trouble, taking my night shifts. I'll get right down to it starting today!"

"That's what I like to hear! And remember... you might want to make a check out on our... theory as you may call it."

Bunny swallowed a nervous lump in the pit of her throat and chuckled. "R...Right." With a nod of his head, the old man left the room once again.

Great... And how am I supposed to tell her what her name is? Oh, hey. Your names Winry ain't it? Ain't it? Eh? Ehh?

"Will be...?"

"Oh! Sorry! So how about another picture? Let's do it together!"

The blonde girl nodded her head excitedly. The doctor began twisting the lids off of the paint bottles, and setting the brushes up on the wide canvas before them. The young girl cocked her head to the side upon noticing the odd expression on her doctor's face. "Will be...?"

"It's nothing. It's just... I didn't know Jake had the key to your room. Oh well."