MEnvy: Bet you guy's thought I was gone for good didn't ya? Well guess again suckers!!! This came to me one day during like math... or something of that nature and I couldn't help but write it! I hope this new version kicks the pants off the old one!

SUM: When stuck in an unknown library fighting Envy Ed activates the strange Transmutation circle carved in the floor. When a seemingly possessed book falls of the shelf our favorite Psychopathic Raccoon is summoned that's right people Gaara of the dessert is thrown into the world of Alchemy and sins! What will Ed do about his new found psychopathic friend, and what the hell is he supposed to do with Envy?

MEnvy: Well that's the End of my lameness please read and tell me if it totally sux or not ((Big happy smiley face))

DIS: Sadly I own nothing except the plot that was my idea NO ONE ELSE'S!!!

CHAPTER 1

The book

The time is 11:58 P.M on Monday October 3rd, Clouds block out the sun and the temperature is below freezing outside, to Escape the cold Edward Elric also know as the Fullmetal Alchemist is killing time rooting through the many books at the library in Central. He had been at it all day hoping to find some new info on the Philosophers stone, but as usual having no luck. Ed looked up at the clock sighing.

'Man I had a good feeling about today.' Ed thought putting yet another book back on the shelf and getting ready to leave. The blonde alchemist picked up his coat, which had been laying on the floor beside him and turned to the door.

He took one step before a book he had never seen caught his attention. Deciding that reading never hurt anybody he took the book off the shelf the title was written in bold golden letters across the black bindings. It read Devil in the Sand curiosity getting the best of him the blonde flipped to the first page.

A detailed illustration took up most of the page, it was a boy short crimson hair that spiked out at all angles gave contrast to his pale, almost white skin. See foam green eyes ringed with black shone with a fierce expression sand swirled around him from a large gourd that was strapped to his back. He didn't look to be much older the Ed maybe younger, and yet he looked as through he was ready to kill. Ed's attention was drawn to a Japanese symbol above the boys left eye, who was this person, and why did Ed get chills just looking at his picture?

Taking his eyes off those sea foam green orbs that seemed to look into his soul Ed focused on the text, it read.

Gaara of the Desert,

The monster of the hidden sand, A demon in humans skin Gaara is the ultimate weapon. Feared by all loved by no one. Unstable at the early age of 6, stability worsening at the age of 12, it was the Kazekage's fault he brought this fate upon his son. Killed y those in the village he called home, at the age of 15. Powerful wards and painful weapons sealed the demon and killed the soon-to-be Kazekage, his sibling mourned, but no one cried…

Through Gaara was dead the villagers are all going mad driven by an ominous presence, unable to stop the voices. Soon even the sand that had once obeyed the young Kazekage turned against the village. A horrid sandstorm tore the village apart, destroying everyone and everything.

The village was searched multiple times looking for survivors, all search parties fled the village. The shadows of the young Kazekage drove the village to ruin no one has been there since the storm. That is how he wants it to stay…-Rock Lee, Jounin, Konoha Village.

Ed stared at the picture, he shook his head closing the book. Was this story true? In some unknown time did this happen? The thought of those eyes, full of hatred and pain, that alone scared him. He shuddered standing to put the black bound book on the shelf, as the old clock chimed midnight.

"Damnit!" Ed cursed, he stayed out to late. Al was going to be mad at him. He ran from the library, pulling his coat on as he ran, hoping to get home before Al realized he had stayed out. He stopped suddenly finding it hard to move his automail. He forced the wrist to move hearing it grind and seeing something spill from it. "Sand?…" It was in all the joints, immobilizing the arm.

"What the hell…?"

To Be Continued…

MEnvy: Well what cha' think? I do good yes? Me get cookie?Even though it's short I tried to make it a little longer when I fixed it up, so tell me what you think I hope it doesn't still suck.