I'm kinda self-conscious about this Fan-fiction, because I really like the sequel I made for it, but I never really FINISHED Waking, so I'm just gonna... Hope someone inspires me to continue.

Yeah. Oh, and I did this in HTML format, so tell me if there are any odd <i>s or <b>s hanging around, K? I'll try to fix them up as I go.

Full Metal Alchemist Fanfic, started somewhere around Episode 14, or so, before Hughes dies. Because we all just love Hughes.



Chapter One: Early risers, Late Sleepers, and Dead Men. (Simplified: Wake up!)

I don't own FullMetal, but SHE is all mine!

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"This is what you get for messing with the dead!" -Edward Elric, the FullMetal Alchemist.

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Pain.

The first sensation she knew was a dull, throbbing ache in her head, slightly to the left, a few inches away from her ear. She also knew that the pain would not go away untill it went away and that she had to deal with it as it was.

'Wait... Where did I get THAT belief?'

She sat bolt upright, the sudden but nessessary movement rushing to her head. Blackness swam on the sides of her vision, but she pushed it away.

The dull ache hurt with her pulse. She ignored it and opened her eyes.

The first thing she noticed was that she had a lack of clothing. The second was that she was sitting in some sort of circle and triangle on the ground.

Third: She wasn't the only one there. A man, one with a face she thought she knew but didn't, had both his arms... Well, he didn't have them cut off. They weren't anywhere for her to see, but the wounds were still fresh.

She stood shakily and walked over to him, hoping to god for a pulse, a breath, and answers. What she got was not only dissatisfying, it was sickening. The corpse was cold, the blood only just beginning to dry. And some of that still-drying blood got all over her flesh. The red liquid was cold, cold enough to cause her to shiver when a draft went through the room, and she closed her eyes, hoping to wake up somewhere else and have this frightening image dissapear.

'Where would I wake up? I have nowhere else. I don't know my mother, the look of my first room, or anything. I'm not even sure that I can talk.'

The girl discovered that her wierdness level could take a severe beating before snapping. She opened her mouth and tried to say the first thing that came to mind.

'God I'm freezing. Well, that answers that. I'm cold, covered in blood, and my vocal chords are screwy. Either that or I don't know how to talk... Not helping.'

Another wind blew through the room. Later she would discover that her lack of memories was made up for by raw common knowledge.

'A draft means the air is escaping and coming back through something. An open door, a window, where?' The wind blew through again and she turned into it, finding an open door.

She walked through, her bare, blood covered feet making no sound on the wooden planks.

As she walked, she thought. It was too soon for her to start breaking down because she had no memories and no way of knowing where she was. 'The planks don't creak, this house is in good repair, or it's new. The walls, however, have cracks in the rock, so someone's been living here for a while. Probably that poor guy... Possibly myself, too. But nothing around here rings a bell, like that man did. I need a name for him so I don't just keep calling him 'That poor dude'. How about... Fred. Yeah, Fred. Hello Fred, I'm losing my mind and I think you have something to do with it. And I don't have a name of my own, or proper vocal chords to say it when someone asks. Hell, I don't even know if there are people anywhere around here! I guess we're in some sort of the same boat.'

She found a closet and opened it. She considered it a while, before pulling out a plain white shirt and grey pants with a deep pocket near her waist on the front left. For some reason, the dresses, though they looked like they would fit her marvellously, did not seem appealing.

Her feet knew their own way as she walked through the house, preserving everything in her newly emptied memories. It was all she knew. Somehow she got herself into a bathtub and washed away the blood, before approaching the mirror.

She gasped at her own reflection. She had partially expected an ugly walking zombie-ish appearance. She wasn't exactly extra-ordinary, but she wasn't your plain Jane either.
Her hair was curly and a blackish-brown when wet, her skin a pale tan. She tried to find her eye color, and decided that it was a deep violet. Her mouth was full and a low-key pink. The girl guessed her age to be around 15. She liked what she saw, she liked it alot.

Curious, she felt around the back of her left ear, and stopped when the cut stung. Still curious as to how she got the wound, she parted her hair and looked in the mirror. It wasn't deep, just a bruise that hurt like hell.

She dried herself and put on the clothes, grabbing a bag and whatever food she found in the kitchen. A wallet sat on the counter. That went into the bag too. A sense of impending doom approached, and she knew that she needed to leave soon.

At the door, something gold caught her eye. She reached for the floor and pulled up a necklace, clasping it around her knew as she left. The girl did not know why she did it, it just seemed right.



Edward Elric yawned. "Not now, Mom, a few more minutes..." He mumbled.

"Brother, wake up. Mustang wants to see us." A child's voice, accompanied by the clunks of armor. Edward opened golden eyes to see Alphonse staring back, inches away.

Ed jumped and scooted away. "Don't scare me like that! Wait, MUSTANG wants to see us?"

"ASAP." Al tossed him his clothes.

Edward somehow pulled them on. He wasn't fully awake yet. Al, however, had been awake for two hours. He passed his older brother a roll from his gloved hands. His entire body was armor, he was a spirit in a shell. He didn't have to eat. Seeing Ed do so, though, made Al glad. He enjoyed taking care of his big brother.

Ed burst into the office rubbing his eyes. Mustang looked up and smirked. "Sorry to disturb your beauty rest."

"Don't you ever sleep?" Ed asked, sitting in the chair before the desk.

"Yes, actually. Shocking, I know. Here." Mustang tossed him a file.

Edward caught it and managed not to drop all the papers out when he did so.

He read it swiftly. "Could it be a homunculus? In Central?"

"We can't be too sure, that's why I'm sending you. If it is, try to capture it alive, okay?"

Edward sighed. "Sure, sure. Whatever." He and Al walked into the hallway. "Just the way I wanted to start my day..."


:worried: Anyone like? PLEASE?

OMG!

-Fricken' loved it-

SQUEEE! MORE NAO!!

Sniff-Sniff, I love you for doing this around the episode before Hughes died.

Okayz! Oh, and I'll have to molest the story a bit because I got to chapter 11 before I realized that NOTHING happened after chapter four... >.< I hate molesting stories...


Chapter Two: A Suspicious Character and a Blueberry Muffin (simplified: Breakfast)

I don't own FullMetal.

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"I helped him because I wanted to." Ichigo Kurosaki, from Bleach.

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The girl walked down the street, ducking whenever she heard a car approaching. As she walked aimlessly, she thought. 'Okay, I woke up and there was a dead guy, and I remember nothing, and I cannot speak. His arms are nowhere to be found, but he seems familiar. I dubbed him Fred. I do not know my name. I leave the house shortly before someone walks in, and now... No clue. Even though I won't be able to tell someone my name... Well, I should make up a name for myself, to keep my sanity.'

She walked for a few more minutes, debating over possible names. It wasn't every day when you got to choose your own name.

'I got it! I am Alyssa. Perfection.' Alyssa smiled, looking around. She guessed it to be around nine in the morning.

As she walked aimlessly she avoided the stirring people untill she got out of that general area. If anyone remembered her, someone discovered the body (it was immenent, since someone walked in just as she turned the corner) and connected her to the crime scene, she would be dead without knowing why.

Alyssa walked into the hustle-and-bustle of a busy marketplace. 'First order of business, find somewhere to eat.'

A café across the way seemed perfect. There was a table at the back where she could sit undisturbed.

A bell jingled as she entered. The person at the counter looked up.

Alyssa noticed then that she couldn't just sit in the back eating her own food. Well, hopefully the wallet had some money.

She walked to the counter, pulling off her bag and searching through it as she did. Somehow as she walked, the wallet wriggled it's way to the bottom. Alyssa pulled it out stubbornly.

"Welcome to the Coffee Shack, don't let the unorigonal name bother you! We're as fresh as the pavement on the street!"

It struck Alyssa that the pavement had been grey and cracked so this joke must have been made up decades ago.

'Right....' Alyssa thought for a second but then pointed at a blueberry muffin on a menu taped to the surface before her.

The waiter blinked before recognizing what she pointed towards. "A blueberry muffin? Cash or charge?"

Alyssa searched through her wallet for a dollar and a half. 'Okay, that settles that, I can read. And if I can read, I can write, too.'

She handed the waiter the money and recieved her food. The table she had noticed in the back had somehow filled up.

There was only a table by the window. She took it and sat down. Her hair swished and she noticed that when dry, her hair was a deep chocolate. The color pleased her just as much as her reflection had.

She sat down and ate the muffin, looking absentmindedly out the window. When she was finished she opened the wallet again and looked at it.

It was black leather, and looked to be worn but in good care. Hiding in the coin pocket was a key, along with several pennies and a dime. In the dollar section she found a fifty, a twenty, 3 tens, a few fives, and many ones. When she was about to close it, she noticed a piece of paper sticking out of a hidden section. She pulled it out. It was about three inches wide and one inch tall.

A definent state of anti-climax took over as she flipped the paper. Nothing was on it. 'That's what I get for hoping.' She snorted, tucking the paper in with the dollars. 'No ID, no pictures, nothing but money, a key, and a blank scrap of paper.' The wallet went into her pocket.

She sighed and looked out the window, searching for a place that would need employment. If she had to, she would work here, but it was not wise to force yourself on an employer.

As she looked out she noticed someone looking in. A man with sunglasses and a scar in the shape of an 'X' on his brown-skinned forehead. His hair was pure white, but he did not seem to be old in the least.

Alyssa gave him a once-over. His muscles were rock-hair, and his stance suggested tension. And he was looking into the shop. Somewhere over her shoulder...

Alyssa turned in her seat. A boy with blond hair tied back in a braid was sitting where she had planned to. His back was to her, and the window. A man in a suit of armor sat across from him, talking to the boy. The man wasn't eating anything.

Alyssa listened in on their conversation.

"Everything suggests human transmutation, but there isn't a body other than the man's. But it looked like someone had been in there some time after his death, the bath was still wet..."

Alyssa turned away when motion in the corner of her eye drew her attention. The man was walking towards the door.

'What to do... What to do... Glasses is going to be coming in soon and he probably isn't going to play nice.' Alyssa dropped her wallet into the bag and shouldered it. She stood and gave the plate back to the waiter. He smiled at her.

"Thanks, come again."

Alyssa smiled and turned towards the door. Glasses was coming in, the bell jingling. The boy and the man sitting at the table didn't so much as look.

Pure instinct told her that this man was no good. She needed to warn the boy, but how? She couldn't speak, and breaking something wouldn't help.

As the man walked, she thought of something. She made her way across the room and tripped right in front of Glasses. Glasses nearly tripped over her in turn.

"HEY! Watch where you're going!" Glasses shouted, reaching for Alyssa.

'Oh ****.'

WHEEEEEEEEE. I likes it!

I like Glasses. xD

Oh, when I read the Ichigo quote at the top, for a moment there I was all... 'WTF? Ichigo...in the story?'

Pardon, my...brain breakdown.

^W^

Glasses is her name for 'Scar.' Blondy is going to be her name for 'Edward.' Lolz, she is going to have fun with that XD!