It was a late October evening in Central. Pinks, Blues, Purples, and Reds, painted the sky, blending together perfectly. The wind was cold, but not unbearable. The orange, yellow, red, and very rare green leaves littered the ground, waiting to be raked, and jumped in. Althought everyone was mostly likely in the warm comfort of their homes, a few people were wandering the streets. All had light scarves and light-weight jackets on, enjoying the slow change of the seasons.

But that was the outside. The inside, was...well...take a look for yourself...

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"You Basturd Colonel! What do you mean, I have to miss going to Winry's for a damned meeting?" shouted the teen alchemist who was glaring at the black-haired man infront of him. Whoever was in hearing distance of the building heard the shout, and quickly made their get-a-way, not wanting to be around to see the building collapse from the increasing volume.

Edward Elric, The Full Metal Alchemist, had just returned from a long, rough mission and was required to report to Colonel Roy Mustang, who he hated...with a passion. Not only because he was called 'Shrimp', 'Midget' and other short comments. No, it wasn't even because of that smirk on Colonel Roy Mustang's face. It was because secretly, he had a crush on the older man.

Now of course, Edward Elric is not gay. (Or so he tells himself) His hormones are merely out of wack. Yes, that is what Edward forced himself to think, it was the most resonable explanation after all. But one part of Edward knew the truth, but Edward pushed that part deep into the back of his mind. But it was like a cat, it always found it's way back to the one that feeds it.

Sigh. Thinking of cats made Edward think of Alphonse. His brother was obsessed with cats. Even the most flea-bitten cat in the world, couldn't stop Alphonse from picking it up and taking it home. Edward and Alponse had tried to revive their deceased mother, but failed. Edward lost his arm and leg, both replaced by automail, while Alphonse lost his entire body, and is now a hollow suit of armor. The two brothers are attempting to find the legendary Philosopher's Stone, an alchemic amplifier that breaks the law of equivilent exchange.

But at the moment, cats, his brother, the philosipher's stone, everything was far away from his present-state of mind. Blind rage was controling his current state of mind.

The dark-haired man sight. "It's not a 'meeting'. It's a test course, every State Alchemist is required to take it every 5 years, Fullmetal. I can't help that. Alphonse will just have to go to Resembol (sp?) without you." he stated calmly, like he expected it. But, who wouldn't really? If you knew the temper Edward Elric had, you would expect it too.

Ed growled. "I don't care WHAT it is! I'm not going to miss seeing Winry!" Yes, another lie. He couldn't stand the blonde girl. But he forced himself to 'love' this girl, and forget his crush on the Colonel. But anyway, back to the story.

"I'm sorry Fullmetal, but I can't help it! You go to Resembol, and your no longer a State Alchemist, and that means, you no longer have access to any information the Military obtains about the Philospher's Stone. Do you really want that Fullmetal?" The boy growled inwardly, obviously defeated. He needed information on the Stone, so he could get Al's body back. No Questions asked.

Edward nodded in defeat. "Yes, Sir." He spat out the word 'Sir' to show the Colonel, he didn't mean to be respectful. The Colonel nodded. "I'll see you tommorrow morning at 8:00 then Fullmetal. If that is all, you may go." Edward was tempted to say 'Fuck you' but that wouldn't be very nice...of course neither was Edward...but...

Edward turned on his heels, and marched out of the office, where his brother was waiting. "Brother, did the Colonel say you could go?" He asked slowly in his childish, echoing voice. Edward's eyes softened at his brother. "Sorry Al, the basturd said I have to go to some meeting, or I loose my title as the 'Full Metal Alchemist'." Al's metal eyes look as dissapointed as they could.

"Thats' ok brother, I'm sure I'll be alright..." Both boys walked back to the room they were assigned. Ed pulled out a suitcase and started to put his brother's things in them, not that he would need anything, but it had to look beliveable. People didn't know that Alphonse Elric was just a suit of armor. They thought someone was in there, but there was only a blood seal. Only certain people knew, but mostly military.

The sky was now a deep shade of indigo. The street lamps turned on, illuminating their surroundings in bright, white light. Ed looked up at the moonless sky, and sighed. "Well Al, You better meet up with Hughes and catch that train." Edward smiled up at his little brother. (No pun intended Edward!) Al made a sad, sound, before turning and slowly walking out the door, waving to the blonde as he turned the corner.

Edward collapsed on his bed. His stomach rumbled loudly, reminding he hadn't eaten since lunch. He sighed, and ignored his rumbling stomach, and instead, rolling over, shutting off the light, and trying to fight back the tears that brimmed his eyes.

I won't cry...I won't cry...I'm not weak...I'm not gonna cry...

But a single tear still slipped down the bridge of his nose, and into the mass of blond hair that was sprawled all over his pillow.

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Ed arched up, moaning as the man above teased him. A hand would rub gently and slowly against the hard buldge threw his boxers then pull away, causing Ed to squirm under the taller man.

"P..Please! D-don't!...Stop!"

A deep chuckle was heard right next to his ear, followed by a slick wet sensation on his cheek. The hand traveled down his chest, brushing his erect nipples, before traveling even lower. He traced a hand around the top of Edward's boxers, before hooking his fingers inside the waistband.

"No...Y..You can't! Stop...please..."

Ed felt the older man smirk against his cheek. The taller man slowly tugged the offending boxers down the blonde's slim hips. Edward gasped as the cool air hit his manhood, a small dribble of pre-cum slipping down from the head. The man's thumb flicked across the top of the younger alchemist's member, wiping the bit of pre-cum off. Ed cried out at the sensation, moaning when the taller figure licked the pre-cum of his thumb.

"Please...just...s-st-stop..." He was going to cum soon, the pressure in his lower abdomen getting to be too much for him to handle. He really didn't want him to stop, but he knew it was wrong...But he still wanted it!

"You know you want it Fullmetal..."

That voice...where had he heard it from...?

"No...I-I don't!"

"How can you say that, when your so hard?"

So familiar...

Edward gasped when a warm heat engulfed his manhood. He instinctivly bucked up, earning a chuckle from the male above him, who pulled back, teasing him even more.

"Beg for me Edward..."

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...and of course the dream ended.

It always did. The unknown man would always say that, then the dream ended...leaving Edward with a VERY big problem. Ed growled down at the rather large-and painful- buldge in his pants. He looked outside and noticed that the sky was still black. He frowned and looked at the digital clock next to his bed. The bright red lights stated it was 6:30A.M. Damn...

He sighed and made his way into the bathroom that connected to his room. He winced as the bright light reflected sharply off the linolium floor, blinding him momentarily. He slowly made his way to the shower, turning both glass knobs, feeling the water. When it was perfect, he slowly stripped off his jacket, then the black tank top underneath. He grimaced as he rubbed the ugly scar on his shoulder, where his automail attached to the flesh of his arm.

He peeled off the leather pants, along with the white cotton boxers. He plucked out the band at the end of his braid, letting the blonde strands cascade down his shoulders. He sighed again as he ran a hand threw the silky strands, before stepping into the warm water. He moaned out as the heavy, warm water relaxed the rough tention in his shoulders and back. He turned into the shower, letting the water run down his face.

The space in between his legs ached. "Fuck..." He breathed. Ok, inhuman thoughts...Jean Havoc in a tutu...Hell, Envy in a tutu! Ok, that didn't help, he looks like a girl afterall...ok, GREED in a tutu! Ok, that was just disturbing...

The pain between his legs lessened slightly, making Edward grumble. Not the image he wanted to picture...but, if it got rid of his 'problem' why the hell not?

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After much torture, Edward stepped out of the shower. He reached down and swiftly turned the twin glass knobs, shutting off the warm water, leaving him feeling slightly cold. He grabbed a towel from the rack on the wall next to the shower, wrapping it tightly around his waist, before stepping back into his room.

After he was fully-dressed, a soft knock came at the door, followed by a soft voice. "Fullmetal? Are you up?" Ed sighed to himself before replying. "Yeah, I'm coming."

Another soft "Ok," came from the otherside of the door. Guess he's still tired...

A few minutes later, Edward opened the door and stepped into the hall, shocked at what he saw. The great Colonel Roy Mustang was sitting against the wall, his head laying back against the wood, eyes shut, mouth slightly parted. Edward blushed furiously when he felt a familiar heat stir in the pit of his stomach. He shook his head, trying to rid himself of the blush painted on his cheeks.

I will NOT think like that! Not NOW!

At that moment he heard that voice. "Fullmetal? Are you alright?" Ed looked at the now waking ebony-haired man, blushing harder then before. "I-I'm fine!" He tried to sound annoyed, but that's hard when your voice comes out squeaky. The older man raised an eyebrow.

"Are you sure Fullmetal?" He rose from his position on the ground, taking a step toward the beet red blonde. Edward's eyes widened, automatically taking a step backward for each step Roy took foreward, until his back collided with the wall. Roy leaned his face closer to Edward's, until their noses were almost touching.

"Fullmetal, you look a little red...are you sure you arn't sick?" Roy slide one of his hands under Ed's bangs, resting his palm against his forehead. Edward blushed madly as a certain perverted dream came back to him...one with Roy in a nurse's outfit, and checking to see if he was 'sick'...

NO! BAD EDWARD!

He shook his head, causing Roy to break contact with his head. "N-no! I-I-I'm fine!...Can we just leave?" He looked up with pleading puppy eyes, causing Roy to melt. "Ok Fullmetal...If your sure?" Ed nodded. Roy smiled and led the way to the train station, Edward trailing behind him like a puppy at his masters heel.

Speaking of Puppies and Masters...that brings up another dream...

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Edward lazily followed Roy onto the train, slumping into a seat across from the sleepy Flame Alchemist.

"Fullmetal, if you would like to sleep until we get there, you can."

Ed rolled his eyes. "Yeah, sure, your the one who was sleeping in the hall..." Roy flushed, embarassed. "Well..." Ed huffed and leaned back in his seat, closing his eyes, hoping to catch some real sleep. The Flame Alchemist smiled contently to himself before proceeding to close his own eyes.

After a few pointless minutes, Edward opened his eyes to glance at the Taisa. As he thought, Roy was fast asleep. Riza probably kept him up late. Bitch needs to leave him the fuck alone...Edward glanced around the other compartments on the train. Almost all of the inhabidents wore the military uniform, but some people sitting with the officers, wore other clothes, like he did, but they weren't identical to his clothes, after all, only Edward Elric wore a tank top, two jackets, leather pants, and too big shoes.

He observed each one of the 'officers', looking for the silver watch every State Alchemist had. He saw a watch on each one, exept for two girls in a back-corner compartment.

One had long black hair, sharp crimson eyes, and wore a black tank-top, with a black fish-net top over it, along with black gloves that reached the beginning of ehr wrists, and leather pants and high-heeled boots. She had a red mark on her forearm, but Edward couldn't make it out, due to the fishnets.

The other one had short black hair, with bright violet eyes. She wore a tight black belly-shirt, similar to Envy's shirt, with gloves that reached her elbows, a short, black skirt, with purple plaid at the base of the skirt and bottom of the pockets, along with chains and combat boots. She had a red marking on the back of her neck.

He looked suspiciously at the two girls before shurgging it off. All people can ride trains...even the weird ones. He glanced at the older man, who was staring back at him. Ed flushed, but never broke eye contact.

"I-I thought you were asleep..." Roy smirked lightly. "Well, I thought you were asleep as well..." Edward smirked lazily. "Yea, well, can't sleep..." Roy frowned at that, deep concern showing on his face. "Fullmetal, if your not feeling well-" Ed shook his head. "S'ok Roy...I'm fine..."

Roy looked slightly shocked. "Well, I didn't know we were on a first name basis Edward." Ed flushed at what he said. "I...I-It... Oh Shut up!" A few people around them looked at the pair, but turned back to what they were doing soon enough.

The Flame Alchemist faked a look of shock. "Why, Edward, what's the matter?" He asked in a seductive, but innocent voice. Ed turned a deeper shade of red as a burning heat stirred in the pit of his stomach. "S-Stop calling me by my first name!" Roy smirked even more. "What would you like me to call you then? Fullmetal Midget?" That did it...

"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU CALLING A PINT-SIZED CIRCUS FREAK WHO COULDN'T BE SEEN WITH THE MOST POWERFUL MICROSCOPE IN THE WORLD!"

Everyone on the train had now turned their heads to see the blonde alchemist, even the two girls in the back corner. Roy smirked. "I never said that Edward...Now sit down, your making a scene...again..." Ed continued to fume, but slowly sat down, glaring at the raven-haired man, the heat in his stomach now exstingushed.

Everyone turned back to their conversations, except for the two girls in the back, who murmurred to themselves, about the two.

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When they reached the building where the course was being held, both had to fill out a ton of paperwork, or so Ed thought. It was merely two pages, but they asked him the most stupid questions.

"Why the hell do they want to know my birthday?"

"I don't know..."

"They have the balls to ask my HEIGHT?"

"..." Roy decided not to comment on that, even though his inner Roy, that loved to see Ed fume, screamed for him to do so.

"What the hell kind of question is 'gender'? Shouldn't they know that?"

"I don't know Fullmetal..."

"For God's sake, what the hell do you know!"

"I know a shrimp when I see one..." Dammit, Inner Roy had won again...

"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU CALLING A--!"

"FULLMETAL! Shut up!"

Ed froze and glanced around to see everyone I mean everyone looking at him. Even the secretaries looked at him funny. He huffed and went back to his paper. Roy hid his face behind his hand, not wanting to see the stares he recived. Ed shifted in his seat, hating the fact that Roy had broken a tradition. That was his tradition with Roy. He got called a shrimp, and Ed yelled at him with the most outrageous thing he ever said.

With other people, he said things that could be half-belivable. But not with Roy. That was the Game. And the Game just ended. Ed quietly filled out each question, no matter how stupid it appeared. He felt like he was dumped out in the rain, but it's not like he never felt that way before. He felt that way after the transmutation to bring back his mother, thought he had lost everything... but then he found Roy...

But, he wasn't going to think about that. After he filled out each question, he handed the clipboard back to the secretary, who was a little hesitant to take it. When she did, she snatched it quickly out of his hand and whimpered a pathetic, "Next," Ed didn't notice. He just wanted to get this over with. He followed Roy, and the other Alchemists outside, where a large transmutation circle, lay, with many materials scattered about.

'It looks alot like the test I had to take to first become a State Alchemist...' He looked at the older man beside him, curious to no end. "Hey Colonel, did you take this before?" Roy looked down at him and smiled. "Actually I did...It's not as hard as it looks. All you have to do is use your alchemy and fight against another Alchemist. You can use any of the rocks, and things they set out for materials."

Ed rolled his eyes. "So the Dogs of the Military finally do some tricks." Roy gave him an amused glare. "Yes, I suppose your right on that one..."

There was a crackling sound, before a loud voice came over the intercome. "The course will begin in five minutes, so hurry and get ready!" There was another crackling sound before all was silent.

Everyone immidiatly began to talk, like there was never a voice. A hard hand gripped his shoulder, causing him to let out a yelp. Roy turned ready to snap his finger, to protect his Edward, but froze and sweatdropped when he saw.

Armstrong, without the shirt of course, had grabbed Ed's shoulder, apparently scaring the life right out of the boy. "Major Armstrong." He stated calmly, trying not to worry about the blonde Alchemist that appeared to be passed out in Armstrong's hand. Armstrong nodded. "I saw you two and I couldn't help coming to say hello! After all! Saying hello to someone has been in the Armstrong Line for GENERATIONS!"

The blonde had stood a bit shaky, then shook his head to get rid of the dizziness. His head was clear enough to relize it was Major Armstrong holding his shoulder. Then of course he heard the 'Generations' part. Ed rolled his eyes dramatically. "Armstrong what the hell are you doing here?" Roy snorted. "He's the 'Strong Arm Alchemist' Fullmetal." he stated
matter-of-factly. Ed rubbed the back of his head lazily. "Oh, yeah, I forgot."

Roy smirked. "Ok, we have a few minutes to spare, wanna have a warm-up battle Fullmetal?" Ed returned the smirk. "Well, it would be rather rude of me to decline that offer, now wouldn't it?"

Armstrong shook his head. "Sir, we only have 3 minutes, I highly doubt that you an Edward can have a 'warm-up' battle as you put it, in 5 minutes." Roy nodded slowly, then smirked. "Your right, I could only beat Fullmetal in a single minute couldn't I?" Armstrong sighed, and tensed, waiting for the outburst from the blonde. Roy too waiting, smirking all the while. But that smirk soon turned into a frown when he didn't hear the blonde.

Roy turned to see the boy looking at two black-haired girls practicing their alchemy. Roy glanced at the blonde to see him in deep consentration. "Edward?" Ed just squinted at the girls, before turning to the black-haired man. "Colonel...those girls...I think their Humonculi..." Roy's eyes widen considerably.

"But--"

"I know, But they have to be, they have the Oroborus(1) on them. One on the neck, the other on the arm."

"Maybe it's just a tatoo, not the mark."

Ed had to keep himself from rolling his eyes at his superior's stupidity.

"I don't care what you think Colonel, just be careful..."

"Awe Ed, I didn't know you cared."

"Don't worry, I don't."

Another crackling sound was heard, and was once again replaced by a voice, this time, a woman's.

"Welcome all State Alchemists. Almost all of you know the rules, but I will go over them none-the-less. Two Alchemists will face off inside the transmutation circle in the middle of our 'arena' if you will. Materials have been placed around it. All of those can be used for your transmutations. It doesn't matter if you win or lose. You will remain a State Alchemist unless otherwise stated. Thank You, and now to begin. Two names shall be randomly drawn, and those two shall face off. Now, for our first match."

There was a pause, and some ruffling before the voice returned.

"First, Aleix Louis Armstrong, the Strong-Arm Alchemist, and..."

Another pause and ruffling.

"...The Shadow Alchemist..."

The girl with long black hair stepped foreward. Ed frowned when he relized it was the girl with the Oboborus on her arm. He gave Armstrong a look of concern. "Armstrong, be careful..." The larger man nodded and stepped into the circle with the 'Shadow Alchemist'.

The girl frowned at her opponite, but an insane grin took that over quickly.

"So, you are The StrongArm Alchemist? I was expecting a challenge..."

A sharp ding was heard, signaling the start of the match.

Armstrong started off with a sharp punch to the ground, breaking the ground, toward the girl. She grinned and leapt backwards, just in time to avoid being swallowed by the ground. She smirked, before being swallowed by shadows, then disappearing. Armstrong looked shocked, looking all around him.

The shadows gathered into a puddle behind him, slowly forming into the shape of the girl. As soon as the shadows disappeared, The steel on Amrstrongs hands connected with her face. (2) The girl's body didn't move, her head just snapped, unhumanly to the side. Ed almost gagged at the sickning crunch that echoed off invisable walls.

The girl slowly turned her head back to Armstrong, her insane grin still plastered on her face, a small trickle of blood dripping down her chin. "Didn't your mother tell you to never hit a girl...?" Her crimson eyes glowed, her grin never leaving her face. In a single second, a black light erupted from her body. Ed gasped and sheilded his eyes from the light, a similar gasp coming from his left.

When Edward's golden eyes opened once more, he couldn't help but gawk. Armstrong was now lying in a large gash in the ground, unconcious. Bloody cuts covered his arms, and chest. Edward shook his head, thinking he only saw a mere illusion. But the girl did stand there, still grinning, blood now dripping from both corners of her mouth. Armstrong must have tried to stop her attack.

Roy looked at the battlefield in complete horror. Who was this girl? The 'Shadow Alchemist'? She could obviously use shadows to defend herself. But what had she used to attack? As if to answer his questions, the crackling of the intercome ripped threw the silence.

"And our Winner is Sable Ryuu! The Shadow Alchemist!"

Ed looked momontarily confused. Sable Ryuu? Black Dragon?(3) What did that mean? Did her name have something to do with her Alchemy? He shook his head as the next alchemists were called into the circle, which remained in peices from the previous battle.

"Ebony Ylva, the Dream Alchemist."

Ed gawked at the girl who stepped in the circle. She was the one with the Oboborus on the back of her neck. He grimaced. She was probably just as dangerous as the other one, maybe even more dangerous.

Black She-Wolf? What does that have to do with dreams?

Another crackling sound followed by a voice. "And Amaya Arata, the Gemini Alchemist!" A young woman, with brown hair stepped foreward, wrinkling her nose at the gothic looking girl. The woman wore a grey sweatshirt, and blue jeans, with black tennis shoes. She closed the distance between them slightly, glaring all the time.

"Your going down, 'Dream Girl!'" The girl sneered, an Alchemic Symbol glowing on her forehead. Ebony's face remained emotionaless. In a blur, mulitple versions of Amaya swirled around Ebony. The black-haired girl glanced around her, keeping her eye on a single figure. When all of the copies jumped into the air, Ebony's hands were surronded by a Black Aura, while her eyes glowed white.

The copies swooped down, a bright green aura wrapping around her own hands. Each copy pulled their hand back, like a cobra ready to strike. The gothic girl on the ground chanted a phrase unheard over the rushing winds of the copies, but Edward caught the last phrase:

"...So Mote it Be!"

Suddenly, all of the copies halted, dropping to the ground, connecting to the one behind Ebony. Amaya shook visably, whispering in terror.

"Stop...no..please...NO!" She started to shriek, holding her head, attempting to scream out a protective mantra.(5)

"Oh Light of the Moon,
Wrap me
Protect Me
Keep me from harm."

She chanted it several times, before she shrieked again, in pain. She gasped, screaming the mantra:

"Oh Light of the Moon,
Wrap me
Protect Me
Keep me from harm."

Ebony sighed. "You have a strong mind. Your not easy to invade, but I have grown bored with toying with you." She lifted her hand, plucking a strand of hair from the girl's head. She twisted the strand between her fingers, until a knot sat in her palm.

"With this knot I seal this hex
you will not sleep, you will not rest
Knots of anger, knots of hate
Discord brings you to your fate
I tie this second knot makes two
Bringing darkness over you
Slander, discord, evil too
Bringing darkness straight to you
With this third knot, I do bind
Weaving chaos in your mind
Hex of anger, hex of hate
Bring him down, I will not wait
So mote it be!"

She dropped the knot onto Amaya. The small hair blew into thousands of sparks. Amaya collapsed onto the ground, unconcious. Ebony stalked out of the circle, not bothering to look back at the girl on the ground.

"And the Winner is the Dream Alchemsist, Ebony Ylva!" Edward stood still, not bothering to even breathe, until the intercome called his name...

"Edward Elric, the Fullmetal Alchemist..."

Edward shifted, nervously waiting to see who he faced.

"...and..."

There's another one isn't there! His mind screamed out. He didn't want to end up like Armstrong and Amaya. He would never allow it!

"...Roy Mustang, the Flame Alchemist!"

Ed let out the breath he hadn't relized he had been holding. He glanced up at the taller man, who wore a look of utter shock. He looked at Edward, then both smirked, entering the circle. Before the bell had rung, Edward had transformed his arm, and Roy was ready to snap his fingers. They rushed toward eachother, ready to loose there attacks.

Edward suddenly felt lightheaded. His feet felt sluggish, as if he were trudging threw mud. His vision blurred, making hard to see where he was going. All he saw, was Roy rushing toward him, flames sparking between his fingers. Time seemed to stop, when Edward looked past Roy, he saw Sable, who was grinning like a maniac, as usual. Behind him, Ebony was chanting a spell.

"What is dark, be filled with light, remove this spirit from my sight..." It was a banishing mantra.(6)

The transmutation circle around him glowed brightly, sending painful sparks all through his body. He felt his feet momentarily leave the ground. In that single second, Edward felt as alive as he had ever felt. He felt as though he were flying threw clouds, gravity no longer being a law. In that same second, he felt the painful pull of gravity, wrench him back to the ground.

When he returned to his body, pain soared threw his body, as he crashed to the ground, tearing the skin on his cheek, and collarbone. He couldn't move, the pain in his chest clenched his lungs, cutting off the sweet air he needed right about now. He glanced up to see a blurred version of the Flame Alchemist laying not too far from him. At that moment, he noticed Sable standing over him. Ed pushed himself onto his knees, attempting to make a transmutation, but the transm

He managed to sputter out: "H..H-Hu...mon..cu...li..." The girl smirked down at him. "Your too smart for your own good, Pride." Ed's eye's widened briefly at the name, before something, like a hard kick, hit him in the back of the head. Before the eternal darkness consumed him, he heard a familiar femine voice say,

"And to think, you had to bring that adorable Flame Alchemist down with you. You should be ashamed Chibi-Chan."

One name bounced off the walls of his conciousness before that too ebbed away into nothingness.

Roy...

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(1)Oboborus - The mark of the Sins; The serpent eating it's own tail.
(2) You know, those 'steel knuckles' that Armstrong wears when he uses his alchemy.
(3) Sable Ryuu - In English, Sable means 'Black'...Ryuu is Japanese for 'Dragon'
(4) Ebony Ylva - In English, Ebony means Black, and Ylva means She-Wolf in Scandinavian

(5) Protective Mantra - A saying that is said over and over, to fend off a soul or presence in the mind. It can be anything from the ABC's or a well written 'spell'

(6) Banishing Mantra - A saying that is spoken to banish a soul or presence to another realm or body. More affective it's well written rhyme, or spell.