The Island of Narid

Chapter one: The Mysterious Crash

(ooo how suspenseful, neh?)

Hmmm….well while this story may seem very unoriginal in the beginning, I assure you all that once this story gets going it will get much more involved. It just seems shallow on the surface. ;

Oh, and I do NOT own FMA. If I did, there would be a lot more Rose in it. Also, Bloch would be in it more too. Yay Bloch! ahem... continuing...

Well anywho let the show begin!

"Woohoo!"

"The Colonel was real nice to invite us on his private jet. I wonder where he got all the money from…?" Alphonse held two invitations in his hand.

Edward swiped a ticket away from his younger brother, who was ironically much taller than he. "Who cares, Al? We just scored a free vacation!"

Riza Hawkeye smiled slightly. She had persuaded Roy to bring along the brothers. "Remember to take along some guests with you, boys."

"Thanks!" Alphonse said happily. Hawkeye nodded to them both and left the room.

Fuery sunk in his chair after she left, speaking for both Falman and he, "I wish I could come but I'm too busy. Besides I get airsick easily," he whined. He turned when Breda cried out.

"No way am I spending my week on a plane with Hawkeye's mutt!" He was behind his chair, cowering from the thought.

"I don't understand you; dogs are friendly, warm-hearted…."

Edward turned from their conversation, "So who should we invite?" He asked Alphonse.

"I'm sure Winry would like to go."

Ed nodded, "And Rose hasn't been far from Lior."

"Who else do you think Roy invited?"

"I don't know but if he invited us the whole military must be going." Ed said with a smug grin.

The private jet was large and rather…unfilled. Rose and Alphonse sat together, then behind him sad Edward and Winry. Roy and Hawkeye sat beside each other near the front with Denny Bloch and Maria Ross. In the very first seat sat the bulky Alex Louis Armstrong, who took up nearly all the room. Besides them, no other besides Black Hayate could come along.

Ed was staring out the window, as far from the person who sat next to him. He did like Winry, I mean, she had been his friend since he was little, but lately she had gotten rather "clingy". Edward could shrug her away on most occasions; however, she seemed to push all others away that were near him. For the current moment, he was in peace. Winry had fallen asleep; on his shoulder most predictably.

Drifts of conversation from the seat in front of him reached his ears. Alphonse was in that seat, with Rose beside him. Ed contemplated over listening in. He knew it was rude but he couldn't help being interested. And besides that, he had nothing better to do (plane peanuts were already consumed). Ed decided to eavesdrop. When he heard what Alphonse was saying, his eyes grew wide and he felt blood rise up in his cheeks.

"Aw…." Alphonse was crooning softly, "You are so cute! I love your clear blue eyes, they're so precious!" Then he heard Rose giggle.

"That's adorable, Alphonse."

Ed's mouth dropped open in shock. What the HECK! Since when did Alphonse talk like that! And to…Rose! Horrified, and even a tad angry, although he wouldn't admit it, Ed snuck his head around Al's seat, eyeing the pair with narrowed eyes. Al was looking forward and Rose had her gaze across the aisle and out the opposite window. For that moment, Ed was relieved. Then he heard Alphonse murmur:

"I'm missing those blue eyes already…." Rose and Al turned toward each other, laughing. Al suddenly stopped in mid-breath, "Brother?"

Ed realized how stupid he must look; head between their seats. He laughed nervously.

"Why are you blushing?" When Al said that, Rose chuckled. Ed shot back to his own seat, stiffly turning away. Winry's blond head fell upon his shoulder again, still asleep.

Al giggled, "What a cute couple!" Rose laughed also, this time much softer however.

Ed whipped his head back to the window, ignoring whatever they said next.

Rose and Alphonse turned back to the front. Al leaned over to Rose and whispered in her ear, so Ed wouldn't hear. "You don't think Ed heard us talking about Kitty, do you?" He opened his armor revealing a tiny kitten. Her fur was a creamy white with brown blotches scattered on her smooth coat. Clear, light blue eyes gazed adoringly up at them both.

"I don't think so," Rose whispered back, "but be careful. Don't worry, I won't tell him you picked up another stray."

"Thanks. She just looked so hungry—I had to take her in." He closed his armor, hiding the tiny kitten.

"Oh Ed! What do you think the island will be like?" Winry asked, excited. She had woken, and done nothing but make sure Ed's attention was on her. Especially since she realized he was flustered about something and kept glancing to Rose and Al's seats.

"I don't know, Winry." He said distracted, yet with attempted cheerfulness. There was no need to hurt her feelings by telling her to bug off. He didn't want her mad at him. "Wait! I see it." He pointed to a lone landform among sparkly ocean water. They both looked at it—it had large beaches and many tropical trees: the perfect dreamy location Winry had always fantasized of.

The plane lowered gently when the pilot alerted them to get ready for landing. However right before the plane touched the white sandy beach of the island, everyone aboard felt the plane lurch and tremble beneath them. The last few feet it tumbled down to earth.

A nervous laugh escaped the pilot after the rough landing. "Well at least that didn't happen when we were higher up, eh?" None seemed too amused by the comment.

"Just find out what the problem is and fix it," Roy ordered, standing up. "I don't care for having our return flight delayed."

"Yes, sir." The pilot said. The guests exited the jet, and stood upon the smooth sands.

"This is so pretty." Winry breathed in awe.

Beyond the beach tall tropical trees grew with exotic wildflowers growing beneath them. Their refreshing and delightful scent was carried by the cool breeze that gently tugged at their hair.

"Um, excuse me?" The pilot broke in, rather timidly. They all turned toward him. He was twiddling his thumbs and wouldn't meet their eyes. "I'm afraid…that the return flight will be indeed delayed."

"How long?" Roy asked, agitated.

The pilot looked down, "Well…until another plane or boat stops by…."

"WHAT!"

"It seems that many electrical circuits were cut and something broke into the gas tank. Our gas is gone, and a gaping hole lies in the tank and in other parts of the plane. It's…so strange."

It took a few moments to register the information. Then Roy flamed, "WHAT THE HECK DID ALL THIS!"

The pilot cowered, "I have no idea. I'm sorry."

Some calm returned to Roy. "Well then I'll leave it up to you to find out what did and to get us another ride back to Central."

"Yes, sir."

"In the meantime, we'll have to live on this island for a while."

Winry looked at all their annoyed faces. "Well, it could be fun…." She said optimistically. The others sank to the ground hopelessly.