I do not own the characters of Fullmetal Alchemist or the plotline. They belong entirely to Hiromu Awakawa. I simply own Medusa and Arachne, that is it. And please leave your comments for me to make better chapters and I'll try to update sooner. So enjoy the story. Sorry for being short.

Laughter filled the room as we watched old tapes, mainly at parts where I was making Dad trip on his own feet and playing jokes on him.

Aw yes, people just love it when little girls were torturing their fathers.

"Wow, even back then you were evil. I'm actually not really that surprised." Said the snake chimera in between laughs.

I chuckled.

"I was evil wasn't I? Hey Dorochet pass the popcorn."(AN: Is there popcorn in FMA world? Or microwaves for that matter?)

"Yes yes Medusa, we all know you are an evil little harpy." My younger twin said in a tone that was almost mocking.

"Hey who are you calling a harpy you shrew?" I semi-yelled. Oh the joys of having a loud voice and sharp tongue. It really comes in handy when you're trying to piss someone off.

"I'm only a shrew-"

"All the time!" I interrupted.

Arachne got her hilarious 'I'm gonna kill you' looks that I laughed at so much.

"You wanna go princess? Bring it." I challenged, and I would have decked her if Dad intervened.

"Girls girls, come on now. Let's just watch the rest of the tape. Won't that be nice?"

I smiled. I don't know but I did. Maybe I was just thinking about how lucky I am to have a loving family, we weren't perfect though. After all, Dad was a gang leader and his main cronies lived with us in our apartment. We were anything but normal. I've been training in martial arts since I could walk, and Arachne has been writing equations before that. But still, I had a fine life.


"You really think so Teacher? You think this guy can help us?" I asked in complete and utter shock.

She looked at me with a hard and serious face.

"I'm not sure; I've only met his daughters before. But if he's the one who taught them the highly advanced alchemy I've seen them perform, then he can help. But…" She trailed off.

"But? But what?" I begged.

"Please tell us Teacher." Al pleaded.

What's up with the trailing off today?

"From what Medusa and Arachne told me, for deals like this, he'll follow the rules of equivalent exchange. You'll have to give him something of equal value to get the information you require."


Damn it all. Damn this heat. Damn this town. And damn that girl. Dammit, why does she have to be so hard to crack? This stupid girl, who won't give me the information I need, and for filling my every waking thought. Her ebony hair that flowed like the sea and shined like the brightest star under the sun. Her ivory skin that was like that of porcelain. Her lilac eyes that shimmered and glowed with amusement and had a glint of mischief in them. Her strength and freedom. The way she'd say my name, 'Damian, don't sneakupon me like that. Why do you always have To be such a stiff. Meet me by the lake. Promise'. I loved it. Even her loud and occationally obnoxious voice and cocky attitude I found alluring. But what got me was her face. The resemblance was uncanny to-

"What are you doing here Envy?" A soft, lovely voice questioned in a tone filled with venom.

I turned to the angry figure.