Okay, so I know this is crazy. Seeing ANOTHER new story from me. But I needed something to busy myself right now. But, I swear I'll update both of them soon. I promise!

Anyhow, this is my new story. Now here are some things to know about the story before you read (READ THIS OR YOU WON'T UNDERSTAND IT):

*Edward was in the military, but not for too long. Read the story and you'll find out why.

*Edward has all his limbs, and they are flesh.

*Alchemy does exist, I just won't talk about it very much.

*Riza isn't in the military, and Winry doesn't work as an auto mail mechanic.

His boots sounded loudly against the harsh concrete as he walked down the nearly empty side walk. His hands were shoved deep into his pockets as he looked around the area. His eyes looking across the brightly painted signs as he walked. Some of the store names making him blush furiously, while others caused a disgusted look to come upon his face. This continued on for some time before he stopped, finally reaching his destination.

The large sign read 'Cherry Bomb', nothing too fancy. A small piece of paper was taped up by the door, times of certain events were listed. Looking towards the left, the man looked into the large window framed with red neon lights. They weren't on, it wasn't time for that just yet. He saw that a few men were seated inside, but other than that the place was empty. He let out a long droned sigh, leaning across the street lamp.

'Why am I here?' He thought to himself. His closed his eyes, thinking through things. "For Al," He muttered to himself. "This is for Al." He said.

Standing up straight, he pulled his hands out of his pockets. He slowly sauntered towards the scarlet colored door, pulling the handle towards him. The door opened with a loud ding from the bell up in the corner. A signal to the workers that a costumer was here. He walked in quickly, not wanting to stagger any longer. He had to get this over with.

All eyes turned towards him as he walked into the dimly lit business. The place was larger than the outside showed, and he felt slightly smaller inside than he wished.

Suddenly, a loud drunken laughter filled the place. Causing his attention to drift towards the bar stools. A large man sat with three other men, a blue uniform adoring his large belly. The man wrinkled his face in disgust, that was the uniform that only the military wore. He didn't like the military. Three more men sat next to him, all of which were wearing the same uniform.

"Well, well we got us a small fry today." He slurred, more loud laughs escaping him.

He merely glared at the man. "Where can I find the manager?" He asked in a stern tone, he began to slowly approach the bar stools and the drunken men.

The muscular man sitting next to the other merely chuckled, sounding far more sober than his friend. "Hey Kimblee!" He shouted. "We got a kid wantin' to talk to you!" He called out.

"I'm not a kid!" He called out, his eyes narrowing in anger. "I'm an adult!"

This only caused the men to erupt in a fit of uncontrollable laughter. They began to clutch their sides, complaining that 'they were laughing so hard it hurt'. He scoffed at them, muttering something along the lines of; how could the military let such buffoons in there place of work? He crossed his arms a crossed his chest, he was beginning to become annoyed with the mans slow service. He tapped his foot in agitation, the men's loud laughter was starting to hurt his ears.

It was then that a curtain from behind the bar opened, and a man dressed in a casually formal outfit appeared. His skin was fair, but looked almost as though he were from Xing. He had long black hair that was pulled up into a tight pony tail. He smiled as he came out from behind the bar. Shooting the burly men a dirty look on his way out. Their laughing ceased immediately.

"I'm deeply sorry for my tardiness," He said. "is their something I can help you with?" He asked.

"It's alright." He said, shoving his hands into his pocket. "I was thinking about applying for a job here.." He trailed off. "But I was preferring that we speak in a more…private area."

Kimblee smiled. "I see, how about we go talk in my office?" He suggested.

"That would be great."

Upon entering the office, Kimblee took a seat behind the desk. Taking a seat in a large leather chair, giving the man a slight regal look to him. "Before we begin, I believe that's it's best we know each other's names." He said. "I'm Solf, and you are?" He said.

"Edward." He said, taking a seat in the wooden chair that across from the desk.

Kimblee smiled. "Nice to meet you Edward." He said. He then began to pull out some papers, creating a small pile of papers in front of him. "Now," He began. "What type of job were you interested in?" He asked.

Edward began to fidget in his seat. "Well…uh.."

Kimblee began to chuckle, "Judging by your reaction, I assume you want the best paying job." He said in a sly tone. "Prostitute." He said.

Edward blushed furiously. "Yeah…" He said in a small tone, lowering his head.

"No need to be embarrassed." Kimblee said. "It's legal, and one does make great money." He leaned back in his chair and rested his arms across the arm rest. He gave Edward a skeptical look, taking in the boys youthful appearance. "You are of legal age, right?"

Edward nodded. "I'm eighteen." He answered. "The legal age in Amestris." He conformed, more to himself than Kimblee.

"Well then," Kimblee began. "all I need is for you to fill out this form, which you'll probably finish here." Kimblee said, reaching across the desk and handing Edward the paper. "And tonight, I'll have my two best begin your training." He said.

Edward nodded, reaching in a cup for a pen. He began to fill out the form in his messy scrawl. The questions were like all job application questions,; age, birth date, full name, etc. And then their was the emergency medical form, which he didn't like filling out. Mainly because he didn't have numbers they could call incase something happened. So instead, he filled out the number of his friend Ling. He'd tell him tonight, saying not answer if they ever called.

Five minutes passed, and Edward handed the form back to Kimblee. "Done." He said. Kimblee took the form with a smile. He placed the form in a manila folder before placing it in a file cabinet. He then returned to his seat, "Now just one more thing…" He said with a sly grin, bringing his hands together and twiddling them in a strange way. "And this is the fun part, dear Edward."

Edward blinked. "What?" He said with a confused look.

"What shall your stage name be..?" Kimblee said, placing his chin in his hand. "As we don't want the crowd to know your real name." He said to the small man. Edward inwardly let out a sigh of relief, he had been afraid that the crowd would know his real name, and that would cause some controversy. He had once been very well known in Amestris, and if they knew their once star had gone dirty, well, that wouldn't be good on his behalf.

"Oh.." Ed said with a shaky voice.

"How about Silver?" He said, "It seems to suit you."

Edward shrugged. "Sure, doesn't bother me."

"Well then," Kimblee said as he leaned back in his chair. "in the bar we shall now call you Silver, all the other workers and costumers will call you that." Kimblee said.

Edward nodded. "Is that all then?" He asked, he was more than ready to go home. Even though he had to return in a couple of hours. That was alright, right now he wanted to spend all the time he could with his dignity still intact.

Kimblee nodded. "You are required to return promptly at five." He said. "Don't be tardy." He muttered in a deep tone, his eyes turning into frightful looking slits.

Edward nodded once more, getting up from the uncomfortable chair. "I'll see you tonight then…Mr. Kimblee." He said, his voice wavering slightly at the end. He didn't like this. He didn't like this at all.

But he had to do it. For Al's sake.

Kimblee chuckled. "See you later, Silver."

Edward tossed him a smile, but it didn't reach his eyes. He walked towards the door in a quick manner, he was ready to leave. And he wanted to leave without the barbaric men noticing him. He walked through the narrow hallway in a fast paced manner. His boots hitting each tile with a loud click!.

'I can't believe I fallowed through with this!' Edward thought. 'But it pays well, which mean I can help Al more..' He scowled at thought of what he'd be doing, and to men at that! He clenched his eyes shut, a dark blush covering his cheeks.

Before he'd even returned to the bar he heard the men, their voice were loud. Their words were slurred together in idiotic sentences. He let out a sigh, running a hand through his golden locks. He only hoped that he could get out without any incidents.

When the neon colored lights hit his face, he let out a nervous breath of air. The hefty men were still sitting in the same seats, laughing barbarically about something. Ed merely huffed, walking quickly towards the door.

"Hey, there's our small fry!" A booming voice shouted, the words slurred horribly.

Edward cringed, he had hoped this wouldn't happen.

A chuckle fallowed. "Come on over 'ere, kid." A voice said, sounding slightly more sober than the others.

Edward let a tremor run through his body. "I'm really in quite a hurry." He said.

"We just wanna talk!" One of them shouted. "Get over here." He beckoned Edward towards them with his hand, a sly smile dancing across his lips.

Edward's body trembled, and his fight or flight instinct over came him. He quickly shoved the heavy door open, sprinting out of it with an astonishing speed. He heard the men shouting at him from the inside, but he paid no mind. His nerves slightly easing when he heard the door slam shut. He quickly dashed down the street, the heels of his shoes barely hitting the stoned path.

'What if they come after me?' He thought suddenly. His eyes widened in terror as his speed increased incessantly.

He hadn't been watching where he was going, so the next event had already been foreseen to happen. But he didn't picture it happening like it did.

He crashed into someone, and it ended with both of them falling to the harsh stone path.

"Oh!" The person exclaimed suddenly, standing up quickly. Watching as Edward brushed himself off.

Edward chuckled. "Oh, it's no big deal." He said. "It's my fault, I wasn't watching where I was going."

Looking up, Edward found himself slightly mesmerized by the man's looks. He was truly a handsome person. With his fair skin and deep eyes along with his raven black hair. He watched as the man extended his hand out to Ed. A silent offering to help him up.

"Thanks." Edward said as he took the hand with his own, slowly bringing himself up from the ground with significant help of the other.

"You are very welcome." The other man said with a smile.

"Well…" Edward trailed off. "I best be going, sorry for the trouble." He said.

"Oh it was no trouble at all!" Exclaimed the elder man. "Bye now." He waved off, walking into the other direction.

"Bye.." Edward said softly, walking off into the distance.

'What a strange man..' He thought.

Short chapter, but I'm just testing this story out. I published it to see if anyone would like it...

By the way, this story does take place in the time period that the FMA series takes place in. Say, 1911-ish?