I AM SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT. I procrastinated and then life got busy and- anyways. Please enjoy the next chapter, Happy FMA Day, and happy 1 Year Fanfic-aversary!

Edward Elric didn't know what to do. Ever since he had woken up in this foreign room, his world had turned on its' head! No Al, no alchemy (though he hadn't yet thought to try it), and no automail. His three greatest strengths besides, of course, his intelligence.

Said intelligence was telling him he had a few choices. 1) Ed could sit and wait for whomever was coming. 2) Ed could leave, though he didn't know where he would go or what he would do. Or 3) Ed could try to find this Tamaki himself.

Sighing heavily, Ed plopped down in the desk chair. The calculus homework he had finished in the middle of the class sat innocently on the workspace before him. Grabbing a pencil from a cup on one corner of the desk, Ed twirled it between his fingers. Wood and graphite. Simple. Since he had time anyways, might as well ascertain the status of his alchemy.

Flipping the worksheet over, Ed quickly sketched a transmutation circle. He placed the pencil in the circle and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. Ed opened his eyes and hesitantly stretched his hands towards the circle. He paused, and pressed his fingers to the array.

Everything was white. Ed spun in a circle, but he was unequivocally back in Truth's domain. His left leg was heavy automail and his right arm twiggy and emaciated. This wasn't the strange other whose body he had been stranded in. This was him. And was that what had happened? Had he taken someone else's body? Had everyone been calling him Tamaki because he had taken Tamaki's place? Questions for another time, it would seem, as Ed caught sight of a figure on the white expanse best described as a floor. There, lay sprawled a tall, blond boy in a blue suit-coat and black pants. Ed strided forward, stumbling a bit from his different weight distribution. He crouched next to the other, rolling him over.

"Hey," Ed tapped the stranger's face with his right hand. "Oi, wake up!" Ed slapped him hard with his left hand, the stranger's purple-blue eyes flying open.

"The hell was that for?" He screeched, clutching his reddened cheek before slapping a hand over his mouth.

"You tell me, fuck face!" Ed began hotly. "You were passed out here, do you not even remember how it is you came to be in this situation?" Ed's eyes widened. "The fuck's happening to me?"

The other stood. "You think I fuckin' know, shortie?"

"HOW DARE YOU CALL ME SHORT! I'LL RIP OFF YOUR HEAD AND SHOVE IT UP YOUR ASS, YOU OVERGROWN SACK OF STUPID!"

Ed tackled the other, who fell back easily with an "aaa, don't hurt me!" Except it was screamed. Ed tried to punch him with his right hand (usually the stronger of the two), but remembered too late that it was no longer automail. Ed howled as his delicate hand impacted on the others' face, papery skin breaking at the knuckles, even as the other easily shook off the punch.

"FUKING HELL, ED!"

"YOU SHOULD KNOW BETTER, TAMAKI!"

Both stopped, confusion written across their features.

"Whaaaaat...?" The leaned back away from each other in surprise.

Ed clutched his bleeding knuckles and Tamaki held his hands to his tender cheeks.

And suddenly Tamaki was sitting at his desk, a tiny wooden figurine of a bird with fragile graphite feathers in the middle of a strange diagram on the back of his math homework.

Tamaki screamed.