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Okay, this is the second chapter, I hope you like it!

Different Beginning-Ch 2

Hohenheim lived in a small house near the edge of town; it was made out of weathered wood. The front garden was full of flowers, shrubs and trees but it looked very unkempt with weeds growing all over the place. But this made the house seem very cosy and inviting. Jacob followed Hohenheim into his living room and saw that it was just as messy as the front garden. There were books and papers scattered all over the place and strange symbols drawn on parts of the floor.

Hohenheim left the young boy in the living room as he went off to prepare dinner. He knew he shouldn't go looking through other people's things, but curiosity got the better of him. Jacob picked up the nearest book and read its front cover 'The science of Alchemy' Jacob tilted his head in confusion, 'I wonder what Alchemy is?' he thought to himself. He continued his search around the room and found that almost all the books were about alchemy as were the pages of notes.

Hohenheim watched the boy wander around the room examine the books with a small smile on his face. It wasn't long before Jacob realised he was being watched, he turned around and saw Hohenheim standing in the doorway between the kitchen and the living room. "Oh, umm, I'm sorry I was just curious to see what the books were about" Jacob stuttered, embarrassed that he had been caught snooping through the mans personal belongings. But it didn't seem to bother him "Have you ever heard of alchemy before?" he asked him. Jacob shook his head, "It's a type of scientific technique, when using a transmutation circle you are able to create things" he explained "Like this" Hohenheim placed a small piece of metal in the middle of one of the symbols on the ground. He placed his hands down and the block of metal changed shape with a flash of what looked like electricity.

Jacob watched in awe, looking at the small sculpture that now stood in the blocks place. "How'd you do that?" he asked. "Simple, I'm an alchemist. I can transmute anything as long as a follow the one rule of alchemy" he explained. "What's that?" Jacob asked, intrigued. "The rule of equivalent exchange, to create one thing you need to have all the 'ingredients' to make it. Say I wanted to make a knife mad from iron, I would need the right amount of iron available to make it." Hohenheim said. Jacob nodded still staring at the sculpture, "You can keep that if you want" said Hohenheim, noticing the boys interest in it. He went back to the kitchen to check on their dinner; Jacob happily scooped up the tiny sculpture then followed after Hohenheim.

At the dinner table Hohenheim watched Jacob enthusiastically eat his dinner; living on the streets Jacob wouldn't have had many cooked meals. He began to wonder what had happened to the boys parents, there was a war going on but it hadn't reached this small town yet. And how long ago did they die the boy couldn't have being older than eight, unless of course his parent were alive and they just dumped him on his own. Hohenheim ate his dinner quietly while thinking about all this, finding the quiet awkward Jacob decided to start a conversation "So, if you're an alchemist is that what you do for your job?" he asked him. "Hmm," he said looking up "Oh, yes I work in the labs working out different types of alchemy." "Do you have any family?" the boy asked, innocently. "I did, a while ago, but it's just me at the moment" he replied. "I guess you're like me then" Jacob said smiling sadly. 'So they did die' Hohenheim thought "How old are you anyway, Jacob?" he asked. "I'm seven years and three months old" he stated. Hohenheim chuckled "You like to keep track of how many months old you are, huh?" he said. The sad smile that was on Jacobs face changed to a happy one "Yep!" he said.

After they had finished dinner Hohenheim was a little reluctant to let Jacob leave. He didn't like the idea of a seven year old alone in the streets at night, even if Jacob was used to it. But he decided to let him go thinking that the boy wouldn't be comfortable staying at someone's house who he only met a few hours ago. He waved goodbye to the young boy, "Bye, thank you for dinner!" Jacob called out as he walked down the garden path. "No problem, I'll invite you over again next time I see you" Hohenheim replied. "OK!" Jacob left the house, carrying the small metal sculpture.

End of chapter 2! Please reveiw!! I've got plenty of paper! :) -shows pile of paper- paapeerrr XD