hey ed fans! yep, my first fanfic about edward elric, our favorite alchemy bishie! just for the record:
1.i don't own FMA.i wishi did, but sadly,i don't.
2.i DO own Aka! she's my original.i also own a few minor characters as well.
3. Ed is, and will always be, the hottest midget alive.
oh, and real quick: "..." is talking, ... is thoughts, and xxxPOV: is a switch in point of view.
--------Aka's Info--------
Guess we'd better start with the description. Your name is Akari Maron, but your father calls you Aka for short. He also calls you Aka because it means red, and red is the color of your eyes.
Yep, that's right, red eyes. You're an Ishbalan. See, your parents abandoned you while fleeing military pursuit, and you were found by a state alchemist named Hojo Maron.
Hojo is a plant alchemist with black hair and green eyes. He's actually a pretty minor alchemist, so he runs a farm when he's not on duty. After finding you, he raised you on his farm. You didn't remember anything about your religion, so he went ahead and taught you alchemy as well. K, nuff about your dad. Back to you.
Heightwise, you're a little shorter than Ed is, but don't like people telling you so. Kind of like Ed, only instead of yelling you just resolve to hitting. (you have a quick temper) Your hair goes about midway down your back and is a very dark brown. You usually tie it into a ponytail. You're skin is very dark, and your body is kind of curvy. Since you help your father with a lot of farmer work, you're also pretty strong, but not body-builder or anything. For clothes, you usually wear stuff like shorts and tank-tops, and you wear a lot of red. You're always wearing the same kind of shoes though- red boots with black strappings.
At this point, you're fifteen years old. You're not fantastic, but you can still do some pretty sweet alchemy. You and your father are living a pretty normal life in Trezanga. (Don't ask...) But 'normal' will never mean the same to you ever again...
--------Part One--------
You woke up pretty early in the mourning, just like you always did. Yawning, you crawled out of bed and got on your usual getup. As you stumbled down the stairs, you saw that you father wasn't home. You shugged it off though, it wasn't unusual for him to start work before you did. Grabbing a peach off of the counter of your kitchen and walked outside. It was still pretty dark, but on the horizon you could see large thick black clouds approaching.
Uh oh you thought, Better get started before the rain gets here With that, you quickly finished your peach and ran to the barn where an assortment of farming tools were. You were supposed to cut grass today, but you decided it didn't matter. The rain would just make it longer. So you'd jut cut it when the storm was over. Instead, you picked up a bag of seeds that your father had been meaning to plant. You figured that you might as well get them in the ground before the rain came. Swinging a shovel around your head, you walked to an un-planted area of your father's field and started digging. You were about halway done when you heard the crash of loud thunder.
Wow,you thought, The storm came so quickly. It must be a big one You looked back at your work. You'd have to plant the rest later, digging through mud was never a pretty task. Gathering all of your tools, you ran back to your house and dumped them back into the barn. You started to go inside when you stopped suddenly, frowning.
Where was your father? You'd thought that if you just started working he'd show up and help like he always did, but you hadn't seen a sign of him as you were planting. Had he gone to town and forgotten to tell you about it?
No, you thought to yourself, He always remembers, because whenever he goes he tells me to stay hidden
Trezanga was a pretty prejudice town, and your father was afaid that the people might hurt you if they found out that there was an Ishbalan living with him. So whenever your father brought you to town, he always made you wear baggy clothes with bandanas and sunglasses. But you hated doing it, so you didn't go into town that often. You shook your head, clearing your thoughts.
You can ponder baggy clothes later you told youself sternly, Right now you need to find dad With that thought, you went inside and donned your cover-up clothes and headed towards town.
The sky was continuously getting darker, but the sound of thunder was still a ways off. Crossing through the thick woods that separated the town and you dad's farm, you had plenty of time to think. How were you going to find you dad? The farm was one thing, but you hadn't been into town often enough to know your way around, and you'd never been there without your dad. What if you got lost? What if someone found out you were Ishbalan? You kept 'what if-ing' for quite some time until you came upon the town.
Even on your standards, Trazenga wasn't very big. Only about 40 people actually lived there, and according to your father, most towns had more. A few people stared as you walked along. You ignored them, you didn't want to draw attention.
Looking up, you spotted the blacksmith building where you dad got a lot of tools fixed. The blacksmith and Hojo were pretty good friends, so maybe he knew where your father was. On the inside, the building was large and kind of hot. You could hear the striking of metal and went towards it. Rolan, the blacksmith, was hunched over his latest work with his back facing you. You were impatient about finding your father, but knew that bothering him wouldn't get you any answers. So you leaned against that wall and waited for him to finish.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, the hammering stopped. It was now pouring outside, and you could hear the yells of people rushing to find shelter. You cleared your throat loudly and saw Rolan turn around. He looked surprised at first, then sheepish.
"Ehh, hey Aka." (he doesn't know about your eyes, it's just what he's heard your dad call you) "Have you been there long?"
"Only a few minutes." you told him, but you weren't quite sure. The storm was pretty fast...
"Mind if I ask wha yer doin 'ere?" Rolan asked (the entire town speaks with your accent. except your dad). You glanced at him.
Might as well cut to the chase you thought. "Rolan," You said, "have you seen my father? I haven't heard a word from him all day. Did he come here?"
Rolan frowned, "Wondered 'eye 'e wasn't wit you. Hojo was 'ere earlier, but 'e didn't stay long. He seemed like 'e was in a 'urry."
A hurry for what? you thought. Outloud, you said, "Thanks anyways. Do you know where he was going?"
"I think 'e mentioned sometin bout meetn an old friend. You know who?" You shook your head. You dad rarely had company, and you were usually gone when it happened.
"I'm going to look for him," you told Rolan, "Please tell me if you hear from him again."
"Sure thang Aka." Rolan told you. Nodding to him, you left the building. Looking around, you saw that it was still pouring and that the streets were almost empty.
This might actually make things easier you thought. You started running from block to block, trying to catch a glimpse of Hojo's dark hair. Half and hour later, it was noon, still pouring, and Hojo still hadn't shown up. You slumped down on a step of someone's home and stared at the street. Even with the sunglasses and rain, you knew your eyesight was good. So there was no way you couldn't have seen him. But where was he? You couldn't remember a time he'd walked two feet without telling you what he was doing. Had you passed him in the forest? What if he was already home? What if-
BANG!
Your head snapped up at the sound of a gun, your thoughts interrupted. Running towards the sound, you saw...
--------Cliffie--------
whoa, it's actually done. anyways...hope you liked it! part 2'll be out soon!