Uhm… the name might actually not be suitable for this story huh? It changed from the original plot so yea… uhm… after this is done I might post a different version of this, the one I originally had. And uhm… well I'm 13 so I'm not even in high school yet… so if I make any mistakes in reference to such then… mmm just point it out to me, I'll fix it as soon as I can.

Disclaimer: FullMetal Alchemist belongs to Square Enix…. Which I will soon own! And if you believed that, you'll believe I'm an immortal slime with magical abilities that can create BEANS at will…. Uhm… yea that was queer… ehehehe….

Warning: Elricest! BL, Yaoi, Shonen-ai, incest etc! But technically it's not really incest cause Ed and Al aren't brothers here… Extreme OOCness due to the fact it's an AU

Kaa-san: Mother

Gomen: Sorry

I don't want questions about this later! Ed and Al are NOT brothers here… this is an AU so get used to it!

Café Elric

Katyoukai

Chapter 1: First Encounter

The blond haired young man strode down the alleyway, not watching where he was going. Not that he cared. Nothing mattered anymore.

His lemon drop eyes were clouded in pain and loss. Finally, the blond stopped at a back door near the end of the alley. He fumbled with his keys, disconnectedly, almost as if in a dream, he thrust it into the keyhole and unlocked the door.

" Kaa-san… gomen…"

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" Hey Curtis! Where're you headed?"

Alphonse Curtis (A/N: Since Ed and Al aren't brothers in this AU, Ed is still Elric but yea Al had to have a different last name yes?) looked up with a smile. He was 16 of now, his golden brown hair worn short and his bangs swept to one side. The teen had grey-hazel eyes veiled by a dreamer's eyelashes. He was dressed in casual wear; worn black jeans, a light blue shirt, and a light autumn jacket.

" I'm just heading to the library," Al replied to his friend's question.

The other teen appeared to be a little older than Al with raven locks cut just below his earlobes. He had lively dancing brown eyes that held laughter even when he was serious.

" Oh okay then, anyways, Kyekiel and I are going for lunch tomorrow. You coming too?"

" Sure," Alphonse replied in a cheerful tone," Okay I'm going now, see you tomorrow."

At the library, Alphonse was writing down notes from a book when someone sat down across from him. He was too absorbed in his work to notice.

There is a legend that tells of a stone that holds "magical" properties. It is called the Philosopher's Stone. No proof exists that can actually prove the existence of this artifact. It is said that any who have gotten close to it have vanished. However...

Al sighed and leaned back in his chair, twirling his pencil with his fingers. The assignment had been to write a story based on this legend. How was he supposed to do that?

The teen groaned and stretched, closing his grey-hazel eyes. The pencil fell out of his grasp and rolled under the table. Al sighed in frustration and glanced at the floor. His pencil had rolled out of his reach next to the chair across from him.

He looked up at the young man seated across from him," Excuse me sir, can you get that for me?"

The stranger glanced up at him with honey-coloured globes and Alphonse motioned suggestively to the pencil under his chair.

" Get it yourself," The man grunted in an icy voice.

With that, he got up, gathered his books, and left, golden silky locks bound in a ponytail swinging behind him. Al scowled as the man disappeared from his view. Could he be any ruder?

Beep. Beep… The teen's grey-hazel eyes fell to his watch. 5:30… He looked out the window at the pink and orange sky. The sun was setting… time to go. With a sigh, the brownish-blond haired boy gathered up his books, picked up the dropped pencil, and headed for the check-out desk.

Al heaved a sigh as he saw the huge line, mostly made up of high school students. It was early November and frankly, the homework overload seemed to just keep growing.

He went to take his place in line and frowned as he recognized the ponytail in front of him. Al didn't deal with unfriendly people too well and his first impression of this stranger was certainly not a good one.

As they neared the desk and the man in front of Al placed his library card on the desk, the teen spared a glimpse over his shoulder out of curiousity. Sprawled on the card in neat handwriting was the name: Edward Elric.

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" I'm home, Kaa-san!" Alphonse yelled as he hung his jacket up and placed his stuff aside.

Izumi stuck her head out of the kitchen and smiled at her son," Good, dinner's almost ready."

Al smiled back," Okay."

Already forgetting his encounter with the cold blond, the teen ran up the stairs, bulging backpack in tow.

Okay, there's the first chapter… if anyone would tell me Izumi's husband's name, it'd be greatly appreciated!

Oh yea poll:

Would you like Wrath to be like, Al's little brother?