Hellos~! This is for all of you fans of The Blood Alchemist who are still wanting more. These will be different than my regular one-shot side stories that I usually post because these actually happened in TBA. Each chapter will included an unseen scene and I'll be sure to point out where in the story it happened.

This scene happens early on in TBA, during the time Ed and Al are decoding Marcoh's notes. Just another typical day in the dorms for our trio.

I fingered my flute while singing the lyrics in my head, killing time by trying to teach myself how to play a song. When I hit the right note I'd write it down on paper, creating my very own sheet music.

Can you guess who else was with me? If you guessed Ed and Al then you win a brand new car! Ha ha, not really. The guys were taking a break from working on Marcoh's notes, playing cards on the coffee table while Ed swallowed down a Paul Bunion sized samidge. They barely paid me any mind, which was fine with me. I was busy concentrating on my music but I kept up with their game though.

Ed was losing. I could tell by his growing agitation. If Al had an expression it would be smug. This infuriated Ed and he took his anger out on his sandwich. The poor sandwich never had a chance.

Ed wasn't the only one getting frustrated. I had plenty going wrong for me. For the life of me I could not figure out the next notes of the song. I could sing it in my head but I could not produce it on my flute. It was maddening!

Every note I tried was wrong at this one part. I'd sing it in my head, We could've had it, but then I'd hit a wrong note and growl curses under my breath.

"You okay there, Taylor?" Ed asked me, raising an eyebrow.

"I'm just dandy," I replied, attempting the impossible again. We could've had it, but no, I just got it wrong over and over again.

Finally, I reached a boiling point. To hell with it! I thought. Out loud, and with much emotion, I sang, "We could've had it all! Rolling in the deep!"

Forgetting their card game completely, the boys turned their heads towards me slowly. Both of them were frozen in whatever action they had been performing. Al had been laying down a card and Ed had been halfway to biting his sandwich, mouth hung open.

"Brother?" Al asked warily.

Ed responded, still staring at me, "Yeah, I heard it too, Al."

Ignoring them, I tried again on my flute. I hit the note perfectly. "Aha!"

Ed and Al were anything but nonchalant about my random singing outburst.

"Taylor, can I ask you something?" Ed asked. I looked at him so he went on, "Have you lost your mind?"

I blinked, "Yes, Edward. I have lost my mind. If you find it can you let me know?"

Ed watched me without laughing. Al at least thought my joke was funny and laughed.

I finally smiled, "Jeez, Ed. Lighten up a little. Since when did you become the serious one around here? Learn how to have some fun every once and awhile."

He scoffed, "I know how to have fun!"

"Really now," I said condescendingly.

"I do!" he pressed the issue. "You're the one who's always on that noise maker!"

Oh no he didn't!

"For one, it's called a flute. And another thing, I quite enjoy playing it. And another, I know how to have fun way more than you do."

"Prove it," Ed challenged. "Show me the proper way to have fun."

"I will," I said confidently. I stood and pulled a jig.

Ed's face illustrated how crazy he thought I was, "What was that?"

"It's a dance," I explained. "The move's called 'sugar foot'."

"Dance? Dancing is your idea of fun?"

"Yes. It's fun."

Ed rolled his eyes, "Whatever you say."

That rustled my feathers. "Al. Come dance with me."

"Me?" he asked uncertainly.

"Yes. Come see how fun it is."

Al hesitated but then surrendered, "Okay." He came to stand by me.

"Do your feet like this," I demonstrated for him, swiveling my feet back and forth.

"Like this?"

"That's it!"

Both of us synchronized and danced together.

Al laughed, "It is rather fun."

"See?" I said smugly to Ed.

Ed shook his head, "All I see are a couple of numbskulls."

Now it was my turn to roll my eyes, "You're just jealous."

"Of what?!"

"That Al and I can dance and you can't."

"I can dance! I just choose not to."

"Then prove it."

"Prove what?"

I put my hands on my hips, "Prove to me that you can dance."

"No!"

I turned away, muttering, "Chicken."

He fell for the bait, "Am not!" He stood up and stepped over to me. "Fine then. Show me this 'amazing' dance move so that I can prove to you that I can do it better."

"Hm, 'sugar foot' is too easy," I thought aloud. "Let's try 'skin the cat'. So come on Ed. 'Skin the cat' with me."

Ed blanched, "But wouldn't that be offensive to Alphonse?"

I glanced over at Al to see what he was talking about. The poor boy seemed to be panicking.

"I didn't mean it like that!" I quickly assured him. "It's just the name of the dance move. We're not actually skinny a cat"

"Oh," he sighed, relieved.

I looked up at Al's considerable stature, "I can't really do this one with you Al. Sorry, you're too tall." I turned to Ed, "But you're not."

Ed erupted, "What's that supposed to mean?!"

I smiled and answered, "That you're the perfect height."

Ed was taken aback. He got this starry look in his eyes, "You…think I'm…the perfect height?"

Taking advantage of Ed's distracted state, I grabbed his hands and pulled him in front of me. He suddenly became aware of me, staring into my eyes. I tried not to let him affect me but I couldn't stop my cheeks from heating up.

Forcing myself to concentrate on the dance, I raised our arms, "Go like this."

He followed my lead and together we skinned the cat. We skinned it so good it was…skinless.

"Pretty good," I gave him that much. "But can you master the 'octopus'?"

Hope you guys liked this cute little scene. I'll try to update this soon.