Joe: Hello again. Joe here with another fic for you to enjoy. Pretty much the same in plot, character finds diary, you get to read entries. Same old thing. But hey, it's funny. I live for comedy…well…no…I live for death and darkness. Really though. You should see my 'happy place'. Anyway. I have a new character for the disclaimer.

Ciana: I see no need for this Disclaimer. But as it turns out, Joe will kill me off in the third book of her series, Betrayal, if I don't do it. So, I must comply. Joe does not own any characters from Full Metal Alchemist, or FMA. Though she does like Roy Mustang and… is hit by Joe I believe that she is mad at me. She owns me…I'm in trouble…no one can sue her for hurting me. Ha! But that is why I have magic powers! attempts to throw fireball

Joe: No chance. I, being your creator, am immune to your magic.

Ciana: Da –

Joe: Watch your language.

Chapter 1 – A Story Starts With a Good Metal Binding and a Couple of Strange Kids With Pens

Edward Elric was never one to seem very interested in recording his thoughts. He was never one to seem. But, truth is, he was. It started when he moved into a fellow State Alchemist's home with his infamous brother, Alphonse. He had brought nothing with him except some loose cash, a pen, and a booklet with a strange metal binding. Alphonse came with a similar book, a pencil, and a wallet. The two weren't so funny looking anymore, they just acted oddly. It wasn't everyday you saw a little twelve year old save a full grown State Alchemist from a falling tower he made by himself (see episode five I think…The Alchemy Exam); without circles too. And it wasn't every day you saw a stove and pans talk and play with little kids (no offense to Alphonse fans, I just couldn't think of anything to say). So there were these two children. Barely old enough to live on their own, yet surviving the strangest things. But what was the hardest for them were their emotions. To them, facing a crazed State Alchemist by the name Mr. Tucker was a piece of pie for them. It was dealing with deaths and depression that troubled them the most. So they went to an old friend and bought these two books, which helped them quite a bit. Some friends of theirs bought some as well, for notes and such. But it was this one day involving such books that changed their thoughts about each other; good or bad, it didn't matter.

Joe: This is an introduction. I will start in the next chapter. It will be a little boring too, but then it starts to get good. I promise that by chapter four, there will be some good entries. R and R. Thanx.