Hey, this is my first story here on , and my first real story. Sorry about the title, it's all I could think of. This isn't the standard FMA world either- there is no homunculi or Scar. This is kinda just something for myself, to satisfy my inner fangirl. So very little action. Sorry about that, too. Enjoy!

Edward's POV

I walked down the street, my brother Alphonse at my side. We had just arrived in central after following a lead to the Philosopher's Stone- which turned out to be a dead end- and were headed to our usual hotel.

There was a sudden scream and a middle-aged man ran out of an alley and pushed past us, saying something about a "monster" We then heard a second voice, saying "... not that scary. I'm barely two feet ta-"

The voice cut off as a small cat rounded the corner, then stopped dead in it's tracks. It's eyes widened briefly, rolled back into it's head, and it collapsed. Al and I looked at each other, then scrambled into the alley, towards the collapsed animal.

"Is it dead?" Al asked nervously.

"Nah, just passed out." I said as I poked it in the head.

"Can we take it with us?"

I thought about it for a moment. "Yes," Al clapped and bent to pick it up, "but only because it talked and I want to figure out how. Let me carry it. You get my bag." Al whimpered slightly, handed me the cat, and scampered- as much as a suit of armor can scamper- off to get my bag. I held the cat in my arms like you would hold a baby, and followed Al out of the alley.

As we continued down the street, I looked over the cat. It looked like a female- No, I didn't check, it just had the build of a female cat. She was light grey, with darker grey on her paws, ears, and muzzle. Upon closer inspection, I noticed she had a thin black chain around her neck, with a strange charm hanging off of it. And.. were those wings? Was this cat some sort of chimera? Maybe she would know something about the Philosopher's Stone!

We reached the hotel. checked in, and climbed up the stairs to our room. Once we were inside, Al set my bag on the ground and I laid the cat down at the foot of my bed.

"What are we gonna do with it, brother?"

"Her." I corrected, "and we aren't going to do anything tonight besides sleep. If she wakes up in the morning, we're gonna ask her a few questions." I started undressing as I said this, and once I was in nothing but my pants, climbed into bed.

"Goodnight, Al."

"Goodnight, Brother."