HEY YOU GUYS! IM SO SORRY I HAVEN'T UPLOADED in a while... yea, i kinda forgot about this over like, half of my year, but theres been alot of stuff going on right now, so, yea, BUT IM BACK! And i finally brought the fourth chapter with me! YAY It was actually gonna be A LOT longer than this, i cut like half of it so i wouldn't bore you all to death... anyways.. ENJOY Y'ALL!

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Yuki

I dreamt I was dying.

I was standing on the edge of a cliff, the sound of roaring ocean waves crashing against the rocky side below. It was quite the strange place. There was ocean under my feet, desert to my left, a wide field of grass straight ahead, and a snowy forest to my right. Now I knew this was a nightmare. There are always thick, snowy forests in my nightmares. Something caught my eye a little towards where the edge of the cliff and trees meet. It looked like the silhouette of a woman… As she began to approach me, I began to notice all her features. She wasn't too tall. Well, she actually didn't look taller than around five feet; three inches (By the way, I'm right about 5'5", so there wasn't too big of a difference between our heights). She had long, deep brown hair, and was wearing a gorgeous snow-white gown the seemed to glimmer in the faint sunlight.
She was truly beautiful. I began to shift my eyes towards her face as she came closer. I couldn't see much because of the hair in her face, and the 15-inch glimmering silver dagger in her left hand was constantly distracting me. And it was dripping with blood. It wasn't even red. It looked like a pale bluish- purple color. I felt my gag reflex get the best of my and cringed forward from the sight of it.

A soft breeze passed by, revealing her face. She had soft-looking skin, a long slender nose, and the most shocking crimson eyes I have seen. She had what seemed an angry look on her face as she drew her sword. The blue blood trickled down her arms , staining her dress sleeves. My eyes widened in fear. I watched in terror as she was now only a few feet away, staring straight at me with her fiery crimson-red eyes. Just then, I noticed that my red necklace was beginning to glow. And move, it was moving away from my neck, and towards the woman. It was almost like gravity decided to change its direction of force all of a sudden, and it was dragging the necklace away from me. The loop of the silver chain was slowly digging into the back of my neck, and it hurt, badly. I winced in pain. "AGH! W-what?" I was confused. The stone appeared to have a mind of its own, and it was struggling to be set free, like a dog on a leash. The woman now began to run at me with the sword in her hands, while yelling, GIVE IT BACK!

I could feel the pain of the pain of the metal chain against my neck, with a strange strength and overwhelming power. Great, I thought. Now I was going to be killed by 'America's Next Top Model' and her necklace. I felt a white hot pain in my chest, and felt myself being flung off the cliffside.

I woke screaming, and drenched in a cold sweat. I found myself gasping for air, suffocating under the thick bed sheets. I sat up and looked around, forgetting where I was for a second, and what I was doing here. But then I saw the almost empty room, and a huge window with lots of sunlight streaming in. Right, I'm at Alfred's place. I dug my face in my hands, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. I then pathetically attempted to happily jump off the bed, like they do in the movies, but instead, what I got was my casted ankle getting caught in the covers and awkwardly falling to the floor. I then ended up dragging myself across the room…along with my bed sheets.

I somehow managed to untangle my legs from the sheets, and made my way to the nearest hall bathroom. Most of the bathrooms in Alfred's house were the same: cobalt blue walls, a white marble sink, toilet, and bathtub, and red towels hung on every hook in the room. "So patriotic," I mumbled before reaching over and turning the hot water nozzle, and then I waited until the tub filled itself. I took a look at myself in the mirror. I desperately needed a deep clean. My face was grimy, and I was all sweaty from the constant nightmares I've been having over the past 72 hours. I looked down. My white cast was turning a dark brown color from all the dirt I've been in, and the skin around the edge of it was red and swollen from so many times that my nails were scratching and digging into it whenever it got itchy.

The tub was soon filled to the edge with steaming water. I quickly turned off the faucet and slipped out of my pajamas. I strangely dove into the water while trying to avoid my left ankle from touching the water. "Ahh," I sighed. The hot water felt amazing. I lay back in the tub, enjoying the steamy sauna I created in the bathroom.

After about a good 45 minutes of sauna-time, I got out and changed into a short-sleeved, lace lined white linen dress that Alfred had laid out for me. I gazed upon myself in the mirror before opening the door. If it wasn't for my damp, messy hair and dirty cast, I probably would've looked decent. I shuddered; the dress reminded me of the strange woman from my nightmare. I quickly left the bathroom on my crutches and went to my bedroom to find my wheelchair. (Yes, since I completely dislike the tiring exercise of having to crutch everywhere I go, I forced Alfred to also get me a wheelchair.) Once I was seated in the mobile chair, I wheeled out into the hallway of the enormous house. I decided to go exploring in the deep dark rooms and corners of the house.

Alicia

The car ride to the Feliciano's house was rather uncomfortable. I squirmed and fidgeted in the back seat. How did I get here again? Oh yeah. Antonio and Lovino visited me, and Antonio had let out a little secret about their secret missions and world conference meeting. Once I heard this information, I insisted on accompanying them to their meeting and figure out more about the mission. At first, they refused, but after about an hour of giving them excuses, complaints, and a bit of violent torture, they seemed to have no problem with me coming along.

So anyway, the three of us, Lovino, Antonio and I were riding in the car, winding through many roads surrounded by thick, dense forest. I wasn't too sure about letting Antonio drive, though. The last time I was in a car with him driving, we broke the record for longest time driving on the wrong side of the road, and living. I still consider myself no to have suffered any trauma attacks during his reckless driving. I gazed out the window. This forest somehow reminded me of my home, it seemed so familiar. Soon, we took a right turn into a small winding road. Oh god, any more of this and I would be sick… The road eventually led into a small clearing in the middle of the forest, where the villa was. Feli's house was rather big, surrounded by lush, green bushes and colorful gardens. The outside was mostly white with cherry wood windowpanes and a rust orange colored roof. It seemed like a normal Italian villa, but as I stepped out of the car, I noticed that there were absolutely no other houses anywhere to be seen. Odd.

CRASH

I flinched as I heard several booming sounds and the sound of shattering glass. Amidst these sounds I also heard voices. One of them sounded like a girl screaming in Italian or a boy going through puberty. The other was very, very deep, and it bellowed something like: FELICIANO! in a thick German accent. And somewhere in there I heard a small, calm voice trying to calm the other two down. I looked at Antonio and Lovino, who looked annoyed and worried at the same time. Then Lovino said "Crap! That damn potato bastard!" And he took off sprinting toward the ruckus. "Oh, god," I grumbled as I turned back to Antonio. "Man, I think this one's going to get ugly. Come on. We should go." For a second there I thought that he actually wanted to leave, but as soon as he started walking up the steps, my hopes were crowned. I groaned as I followed him up the steps. As we got closer, the screaming and crashing got louder, and I think at one point I heard a small explosion… Antonio annoyingly rang the doorbell about 10 times. I scowled at him as we waited for someone to open the door. Then it swung open.

Behind it, there was a man, looking about in his well early twenties, dressed in a tan Japanese kimono with a cooking spatula in his right hand. He seemed pretty short, only about 5 feet tall, but he was staring at me so intensely with his distant brown eyes, which were half hidden behind his messy black hair. He looked at me, then at Antonio, then said, "Well, hello Antonio, what a nice surprise," He forced a smile, obviously knowing that he would only be here if Lovino was as well. Speaking of the devil, I peeked over the door opener's head to find Lovino savagely wrestling with a blond haired, blue-eyed man. And he was losing. Badly. The blonde was holding Lovino in a headlock, and as he struggled to breathe, he was scrambling all over the place, and spitting out small, choked out sentences, like, "You freaking potato bastard!" and "I'm going to kill you and feed your corpse to the hounds!" and such… I turned back to Antonio, who was staring at me expectantly. "Huh?" I asked distractedly. " I said this gentleman's name is Kiku Honda," he said. "Oh, its very nice to meet you, I'm Alicia Vieri," I said as I shook his hand. "It is a pleasure to meet you, miss Vieri," said Kiku. Kiku had an accent. My best guess based on his clothing, speech pattern, and appearance was that he came from Japan.

"Please, come in," Yup. He mixes up his l's with r's. There was even more chaos than I'd imagine in the house. Somewhere in one of the hallways I heard Lovino screaming and crying. Wimp. There was a very large archway in the entrance and intricate hallways behind an enormous spiral glass staircase, and at the top were the second floor and a huge glass dome. Then all of a sudden, my head started to throb. A lot. "Agh!" I cried, and I stumbled back, losing my balance. I would've fallen on my head if it weren't for Antonio there to catch me. "Are you alright Alicia?" he gave me a worried look. " I- I'm fine, I'm just a little light headed, that's all," I forced myself to stand up straight and pretended like I was fine. But I wasn't fine. I felt like I wanted to scream, cry, punch something really hard, and throw up all at the same time. Trust me, that is the worst feeling you will ever experience, ever. I shook my head, as if that would make all the bad feelings inside me go away. The three of us walked further into the house, and I noticed that the kitchen to my right was a disaster.

There was a very large counter top with a matching island in the center, and a boiling pot of pasta looked like it was about to explode. The big pot of pasta was shielding a small figure from my view. All I could see was a brown curl popping up from beyond the pot and bobbing everywhere. Kiku was trying to grab his attention. "Uh, Feli, we have visitors," he said. Suddenly, the curl stopped bobbing, and Feli ducked behind the counter. Kiku was desperately trying to get Feli out of his corner. "But Feli, Antonio is here-"

"ANTONIO!"

The brown-headed Feliciano came bounding from behind the counter and bear-hugged Antonio. "Haha!Feli, how are ya, kid?" he said as he gently patted his head. Feliciano clung onto the man like a sloth on a tree. But the Spaniard seemed to not mind at all. Kiku and I were watching awkwardly as we scooted away from the sloth scene. We eventually made our way to the foot of the staircase, where the blond haired man and Lovino seemed to be having a blast. During the time that we were gone, their situation got worse. Lovino now had a rapidly swelling black eye and a fountain of blood spurting from his nose and upper lip.

"STOP IT!"

I yelled at the top of my lungs. The house fell completely silent despite the sound of boiling pasta. Antonio and Feliciano looked up from their sloth hug and came over to see what was going on. Lovino took advantage of this pause and freed himself from the blonds grasp. "Get off me you damn bastard!"

We all shuffled around as I helped Lovino with his injuries and Antonio attended Feli's horribly failed attempt at making pasta. Since Feli wanted to eat nothing but pasta, he and Antonio started on another pot full of the stuff. With our pasta served, along with some salad and fresh garden tomatoes and a glass of water, we all began to make some conversation. Kiku sat in his seat, staring at the water swirl in his glass. He didn't look too hungry. And honestly, I'd lost my appetite too. I kept staring at him, but he didn't seem to notice. Suddenly, he sat up straight and looked me in the eye. "Oh, Alicia-kun, we haven't introduced you to Ludwig-san. But you know Feliciano already, right?" I nodded. That one blondie that Kiku called 'Ludwig-san' was sitting right in front of me, staring at his untouched plate with a serious look on his face.

I stared at him, waiting for the moment when his expression broke and he started laughing. But that moment never came. His icy blue eyes shifted to meet mine, and our stare was locked. I actually noticed that he was pretty handsome if it wasn't for that pained expression. We kind of had a small staring contest that lasted a few minutes, and then Kiku began to feel very awkward. "Um, hello? Are you alright, Alicia-san, Ludwig-san?" Kiku's statement finally broke our staring contest. Ludwig looked down, as if he were ashamed of what he just did. I was the first to break the silence. "Hi, I'm Alicia Vieri. It's nice to meet you." I reached out my hand as I introduced myself.

He stayed silent for a few seconds, thinking whether or not to reveal himself to me. Then he said, in his German accent, "I am Ludwig Weillshmidt," he said as he took my hand with an inhumanly iron grip. I flinched as he finally let it go, and cradled my bulging left hand with my right, then swiftly hiding it behind my chair. Lucky for me no one noticed. The table was silent, and all I could hear was the sound of Feli's fork clattering on an empty plate and a satisfied look on his face. Then there was the sound of screeching chair legs on the floor. I turned to my right to find Antonio standing on his chair with his left foot resting on the table. "Get off the table!" Ludwig bellowed. Antonio didn't even flinch. He waited until we all grew uneasy, then said, " Let's go!" then he turned around, grabbed Lovino by the hood and dragged him out the door.

"W-Where is he going?" asked Kiku, obviously confused and annoyed.

Something is wrong with that man, I thought to myself as I shook my head in disappointment. "Uh, anyway, Alicia-kun, you will be staying in our guest room tonight. We will be leaving tomorrow, so be prepared," said Kiku. "Would you like me to show you around?" I nodded. "Sure." Then I followed him into the deep winding hallways of the Italian villa.

Edward

My memories surround me like a roll of film, playing over and over again. All of my memories,the good and the bad. I was mesmerized by all of the images, and it was kind of scary. By the time it had stopped, it left by head spinning. The film disappeared, and what I saw beyond it made my jaw drop. Looming ominously over me was the all too familiar gate. The etched foreign symbols faintly glowed against the cracked wood.

I stiffened as the doors began to creak open. Chills ran all over my body. The gate was fully open now. It seemed pitch black inside. Of course I had to be wrong. Hundreds of pairs of eyes and creepy smiles popped up out of the darkness. I yelled and fell back on my butt as shadowy hands reached out, grabbing and clawing at my body. "No! Wait!" I yelped, in some sense hoping that they would actually stop and retreat into the darkness.

No, their voices echoed. We will pull your body and soul into eternal darkness, forever. Trapped for eternity, just like us. Together, their voices sounded as one, childlike and evil. You will not live another day, Edward Elric! Not another day! You do not belong in the land of the living! You belong here, with us!

I freaked as they started to claw and bite at my left arm and right leg. The pain was excruciating. It felt like a thousand knives being driven cleanly through your flesh repeatedly. "NOOO!"

"Ed? Edward? Are you still alive? Come back to me! Don't go into the light!" A murky voice brought my consciousness back to me. My eyelids felt as heavy as weights, but I forced them open. Alfred turned out to be my American wake up call. "A-Alfred?" I mumbled. His eyes were wide open, staring at me curiously as if I were some foreign species. Then he said, "Those scars are badass, dude, and so is your metal arm…"

"What?" I looked down to find that I wasn't wearing a shirt. "Ahh! Why don't I have clothes on?!" Al jumped out of his seat. "Edward! You finally came to!" He purposely got in Alfred's way so that he would stop bothering me. "Are you feeling okay?" he asked, worriedly. I still felt groggy and shaky from my nightmare, and worse, terrible soreness all over my body. Then all the memories came rushing back to me.

I remembered the forest, the huge wolf thingy. Giant paws… "W-Where am I?" I asked. "You're in the east wing of the third floor of my house, to be specific," said Alfred. "We didn't really have time to take you to a hospital, and we could barely move you, with such severe internal damage that you took,"

"Internal damage..?" I echoed. I attempted to sit up, yet immediately cringed at the sharp pain in my rib cage and torso. Alfred rushed to my side to catch me and lay me back down. "Whoa there little fella, you can't go anywhere just yet. You have at least six rib fractures and in extreme danger of puncturing several internal organs. Oh yea, and you also have a minor concussion" "Well, thank you for the medical update," I said with sarcasm in my voice. "You're very welcome, Ed." He said with a smile on his face. Apparently, he doesn't understand sarcasm… I groaned and rubbed my eyes like a child. "Where's Winry?" I said, barely noticing she was in the room "Is she safe?" I was actually slightly surprised that she wasn't here. She would typically be all over me as soon as I woke up, or fidgeting in her seat while mumbling curse words under her breath whenever I did something reckless.

"She stepped outside for a while," Said Alphonse. "Saying that she needed to think things over a bit." "Oh, alright then." I replied. "She was worried that you wouldn't wake up, Ed." Alfred grew a serious look on his face. "After all, you were knocked out for three straight days…" He added. "What?! Three whole days?!"

"Yea, Yuki and Winry have stopped by often, and they brought you that." He pointed at the nightstand to my left. I turned and saw a small box, wrapped neatly and sitting next to a small vase of flowers. "They sent me flowers?" I whined. "Hey, it's the thought that counts, right?" said Al. "Yea, I guess so," I said doubtfully. I snatched the small present anyway and ripped the paper to shreds. Inside was a wrench, a few bolts and screws, and a note. Of course Winry would do something like this… I thought to myself.

I sighed as I read the note.

It said:

Here are the parts for your arm. Nice going, you broke it again! This time you're gonna have to do it yourself! Have fun!

P.S. Yuki was the one who thought of the flowers!

Yea, I guess that would make sense…

"Well, it looks like I won't be staying here for much longer," Alfred said as he stretched in his chair. "What? How come?" Al asked curiously. "Because I have a world conference to attend to." He replied. "Really? About what?" I asked. "Sorry man, that nfo is classified."

"Can you take us with you?" Al asked.

I sighed. "Al, don't be ridic-"

"OF COURSE I CAN TAKE YOU!"

"W-Wha?!"

"Did you honestly believe that I, the hero, would not be able to take a few friends on a simple top-secret-classified-conference?"

"Um, I don't think you're allowed to-"

"Of course I'm allowed to! I'm Alfred Jones! I'm allowed to do everything! Haha!"

"WILL YOU STOP INTERUPTING ME! Look, I don't think you should, even if you're allowed to. Seriously man, yo have to find a way to stop these random outbursts of confidence…" I murmured under my breath.

"What was that?" He said.

"Nothing…"

Yuki

One day I was getting lost in the deep unknown recesses of Alfred Jones' house, and the next, I was looking out the window of a first class seat of American Airlines. I was with our little 'group', which consisted of Alfred, Edward, Alphonse, Winry, and me. "Please, tell me again how I got here?" I asked Alphonse, who was sitting next to me. "Well, Alfred kept ranting on about how he wanted you to come because he was worried about your safety and whatnot… and I think at one point he started dragging you out the door…" He said.

"Oh, right…" I mumbled. "Hey, don't take it so negatively. At least you get to meet new people," suggested Winry. "I hope so.." I said, as I stared out the window. I soon fell asleep, dreaming of the events that have happened to me in the past few days.

I woke up probably a good four hours later, and turned to see everyone asleep, except for Al. "Hey," I said. "Oh, hi." He replied. He seemed to be troubled about something. "Is everything….okay?" I asked. "Hmm?" he turned. "Oh I'm fine, I was just thinking about what's going to happen to us, me and Ed. I mean, we've been through so much together, but I don't know what we're gonna do about…this." He gestured to his armored body. He looked down and sighed, and he truly seemed melancholy. "Alphonse, I—" Suddenly, a man's voice interrupted me through the intercom. "Attention passengers, we will soon be arriving in Moscow Russia, so please fasten your seatbelts."

"R-Russia?" I said. Aww man. I seriously packed my bags full of warm weather clothes because I thought we were going someplace warmer for sure! Ugh, I'm such an idiot! Why didn't I demanded Alfred to tell me where we were going!? The only warm item of clothing I packed was an old pair of sweats and a huge sweatshirt! Shit! What am I going to do now?! I glared at Alfred in his sleep. "WAKE UP!"

He immediately jumped out of his seat, waking everyone else as well. Alfred looked at me, then outside, and said through his yawn, "Oh, we're here." ":Why didn't you tell us where we were going?!" I yelled.

"Oh, that's right Alfred, you never told us where we were going—" Ed stopped talking as soon as he looked out the window. "Where are we?!" Some sort of wasteland!" he screamed. Alfred seemed stunned, and slightly hurt. "Well, I thought it would be a nice surprise, you know, I mean, Russia isn't exactly a wasteland… and I wouldn't want to be saying the word "wasteland" when we get to his house…" His voice quivered slightly, then he looked over his shoulder, as if someone were watching us. Well, who the hell could Alfred be afraid of out here, Santa Clause? And besides, this place can't be that bad, right?

The airport was quite busy, probably because it was a week from Christmas, in Russia, so this would normally be what you'd expect, right? Despite the crowds, we managed to make our way through the buildings quite easily, I mean, who could blame them… seeing a girl in a wheelchair and a boy with a broken ribcage traveling with an obnoxious blond man and a seven-foot-tall suit of armor, who wouldn't want to avoid us?

After we exited the airport, we took a cab to some place that Alfred said we were gonna meet everyone, hence, where the conference was taking place. And the whole ride there, I was hoping that there wouldn't be a demonic Santa waiting for us…

Well, i wonder how that went... PLEASE tell me how you think its going! that would be awesome! and again i'm so sorry i haven't updated in FOREVER, but i'm pretty sure that i'll be posting more shtuff out there now, and i might create a band fanfiction soon so if you like the bands i like [which you can find on my profile] then keep an eye out for one!