Hey-o! I hope I didn't scare anyone with not writing yesterday or today (it's midnight where I live...), so here is my excuse: I finished the 2003 Fullmetal Alchemist series. Note: I started from episode 11 yesterday. That is 28 episodes on Friday, then 13(?) on Satuday. That's right. I had time for barely any other things, such as food consumption. My habit of watching too many in a row may not be healthy, but it wastes time AWESOMELY! :D A great way to end Winter Break! ...*single tear is shed* But I didn't enjoy the ending very much. Well, less than I enjoy any other series ending. It left me feeling defeated and ...slightly depressed. I seriously had thoughts like "What the heck do I do with my life now?" or "What's the point of living?" But it vanished just a few minutes later when I realized I still haven't seen one or two FMA movies! I almost wish emotions like sadness would last longer, because I'm constantly pleased/neutral, and those others clearly don't stick around as long as they do with everyone else in the entire world. Obviously, I should enjoy being happy, but to a point it just doesn't really feel like happiness anymore, it's more like "blah." I need some anger, some nervousness, some angst in my life!

On with the story!

What the- Izumi Curtis?! Why the heck is Teacher's name on this list?! No way is she a suspect. ...Right? Yeah, she's not. That's final. I shook my head to get the thought out, but I was just bombarded with reasons with why she could/couldn't make me a cat. Luckily, it was mainly reasons as to why she couldn't. I was finally able to end the debate in my mind and continue with memorizing the other names. I didn't know any other ones.

At that point, Brother had already calmed down, and walked back in to get ready to sleep. The first thing I did was shove the paper. With a glance to me, he took the list and skimmed it. I saw his face change when he read Teacher's name. His eyes flicked up to the title and then back down to the list.

"Since when was Teacher in jail?!"

3rd POV:

Edward and Alphonse had gone to the records to learn more about all of the suspects. Reading about so many criminals was tiring and time-wasting, perhaps, but if it weren't for the Colonel, it would've been a LOT longer. And, after all, they could DEFINITELY handle it.

It was a few hours in (well, it felt like it, but it was actually already late afternoon) when they received a call from Mustang.

"Hello?"

"Hello, Fullmetal."

"Is this important?"

"It can be important or not important, depending on how you look at it."

"Spill it already!"

"Gracia and Elicia invited me over for dinner tonight, and asked if you two would like to come too."

Ed stuttered a little and glanced over to his little brother. The kitty was near the phone, and with advanced hearing was able to hear the statement. He gave a little nod.

"Yeah, we'll come. What time?"

"15 minutes."

"What the- 15 MINUTES?! YOU COULD HAVE WARNED US HOURS AGO, YOU BUTT!"

"Oops." *click*

With a frustrated growl, Ed slammed down the phone. He would have stood there steaming if Alphonse didn't poke him, then points towards their work. There were papers EVERYWHERE, and they knew it was not a good idea to leave them like that. They hurried to clean up the best they could before the car arrived to drive them to the Hughes' house. They noticed how much more room there was in the back seat now, since Al was no longer ginormous. Edward took the now nearly empty seat with delight and with a deep breath spread out as much as possible. The cat didn't mind, since there was still a place for him, and knew how long his older brother had been waiting for that. However, he didn't enjoy it so much when they stopped abruptly, flinging him forward to smack against the front seat. He dropped not-so gracefully with a small thud, and rubbing his head, he realized the Fullmetal Alchemist had already exited before seeing what happened, which was not such a bad thing, since it was embarrassing. A relieved sigh escaped the kitty's mouth as he jumped out of the stalled vehicle and to the sidewalk. He followed into step right behind his brother, as usual, and he sat down briefly once they got to the doorstep. He watched as the human knocked on the door, and several seconds passed before it opened, revealing a cheery Gracia and Elicia on the other side.

"Hi! Welcome back, Ed." Gracia beckoned Edward in, probably not realizing his companion was there. Poor Al had to squeeze through the door quickly before it was closed. The little toddler had immediately noticed him, and started walking forward to pet him.

"Mommy! Look at the kitty!"

"How did a cat get in?"

"Uh, it's mine. Sorry, is that okay?"

"I guess so. We're not allergic, as far as I know. Oh, where's Alphonse?"

"...I'll explain later." Elicia half-picked up, half-dragged Al over to her mother, who with a small smile took him into her arms. She read the tag on his collar. She chuckled a little at the sight.

"Allie?"

"Yeah, and Al's fine too."

"I have a feeling you did that on purpose."

"Haha, yeah, I did."

She let the cat down, who was dragged to the couch by Elicia and petted sorta uncoordinately. Ed, Gracia, and Roy (who had been sitting in the kitchen) prepared the table meanwhile, and then food was served and the toddler and cat joined them. Alphonse would have just stolen some of his brother's meal and ate on the table, but didn't want to set the example to Elicia, because little kids learn fast. Instead, the cat stayed underneath Ed's chair, who sneaked the food down.

Afterwards, Gracia convinced her daughter to play in her room while she talked to the guests.

"Okay, so why isn't your brother here? I know you two are inseparable."

"...We're not together THAT much, are we?" He received a room full of head-nods. "Okay, fine, you're right. Remember the ...situation with our bodies?"

Colonel Mustang and Edward explained everything, with a reassuring nod coming from the cat every once in a while. Gracia didn't find any need for proof, because she trusted the three a lot already. Sadly, she didn't know anything that could possibly help, as Hughes had never mentioned anything about someone with the ability.

Elicia had fallen asleep already, so the apple pie that was baking while they had the discussion was eaten by Gracia and her guests. They let Al have some, on his own little plate on the table and everything, which excited him a lot, because it was one of the things he had wanted to eat once he regained his body. His taste buds seemed altered, but it was delicious nonetheless.

Mustang and the brothers thanked her for the meal, and walked off to the car waving. Mustang drove them to the inn first, then to his own house. The three went to sleep as soon as possible, but it was hard, as there was a lot on their minds.

...What? I think there is actually a possibility she may have gone to jail, even for just one night. XD And Scaehime wanted Al to eat some apple pie, so this entire chapter revolved around that idea. What better way for him to get some pie than Gracia's? I'm a good person *blush*

Ooh, and guess what? This is the 7th chapter! And also, guess what? 7 is my favorite/lucky number! :D *crowd yays* This fact makes me all happies inside. :3

Happy Winter Break! (*sniff* It's all over now! *sob*) K bai!