Somewhat Human (Fullmetal Alchemist)

20: Unforseen Reunion

After splitting up (Y/n) walks down her path, it was a dark hallway that seemed to lead into a storage room, " Guess I'll check that out and go back to catch up with Eddie." She mumbles to herself, once she reaches the door she leaves her hand inside her fanny-pack before opening it and steps in.

(Y/n) opened the door quickly and winced at the squeaking. She looks around the room and everything you would expect to be in it, was not there.

The room was completely empty, all the shelves holding nothing but dust. The only thing of note was a cloak on the floor and a book. (Y/n) being the avid reader she is, grabs the book and opens the pages while trying her best to read it.

The book wasn't a book, it was more of a diary if anything. For the sake of time (Y/n) skim-read through the pages until a familiar name appears on the pages, Milo.

(Y/n) froze and remembered that Milo, when asked about his parents didn't mention his father. Then she also remembered Truth said, 'Your mother with help from someone else used alchemy to try and bring you back. ' (Y/n) could easily be jumping to conclusions but it's not the worst idea she's ever had.

" It's rude to be going through someone's things." (Y/n) tightens her grip on the book and jumps back before turning round to the voice, they were holding a lamp so (Y/n) could see their face.

When she makes eye contact with them (Y/n) knew she was right. With the graying blonde hair and the blue eyes, it was Milo's father. Cliché, (Y/n) thought.

" You look like someone." Milo's father gives her a false smile as he takes another step into the room, " Do I? If I didn't know better I'd say you already know who I am. " (Y/n) puts the diary under her arm and puts her hand back into her fanny-pack, she doubted her and Milo's father will simply plop down for a chat and tea.

"So, (Y/n) how's life been treating you?"

" A bit unfairly as of late, what about you?
You look terrible."

"Show some respect,
I did make that body you're walking around in."

(Y/n) hides her surprise and keeps herself leveled, "You made the doll?" Milo's father laughs and takes another step, (Y/n) stepping to the side to maintain the distance, " Of course, they don't make dolls that big, you're custom made." A reasonable point, if she was put into a real doll she'd be shorter than Edward.

" With that in mind, how did you make it?" Milo's father or rather Mr. Walter for simplicity hums, "With alchemy, how else?" Mr. Walter takes another step, much bigger than his prior ones, "Why are you he-" Mr. Walter suddenly walks quickly up to (Y/n) effectively stopping her sentence, " Wow, I knew she did a bad job with the transmutation but damn, and that's only the stuff I see."

Mr. Walter examines (Y/n)'s face before stepping back again, " Speaking of only the stuff I see..." (Y/n) tenses at the sudden silence, " Did you see it?" (Y/n) blinks and Mr. Walter sighs at her confusion, " The truth, did you see the truth." (Y/n) keeps the realization from appearing on her face and plays dumb, " I'm here looking for the truth."

" I guess, someone outta remind you." Mr. Walter seemed to see through her coyness and lets go of his lamp with a clang, fast moving things and it was dark. (Y/n) could not have picked a worse combination. Despite the cards not being in her favor she runs to where she remembers to door being.

Though (Y/n) doesn't get far since Mr. Walter pulls her back by her shoulder and places a paper on her back then claps his hands, the second he did (Y/n) saw an eye.

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White, synonymous with the snow, wint- "Truth!" (Y/n) jumps up and looks around, she felt a buzz of emotions, panic, surprise, worry, and relief, she tries to push away her emotions and find Truth.