Maybe You Shouldnt Be Walking Around This Part Of Town Alone.

“Maybe you shouldn’t be walking around this part of town alone.”

Turning to look up at whoever this man was that addressed her, Willow offered a small shrug. “Thanks for the warning, but I think I’ll be alright,” she answered, trying to get a good look at him in the dim light of a street lamp radiating into the alleyway she’d encountered him in. Small she may be, the girl could handle herself just fine. Worse comes to worse, she could just transmute something to whack him with...

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“WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, BREAKING OTHER PEOPLE’S SHIT?!” Willow just about screeched, stomping over to the blond, her eyes more purple than blue with her spleen. Holding up her necklace, the ladybug broken into a jagged half, and a totaled set of hairpins with little hearts in front of him. They were one of the few pieces of her missing past she had left, and seeing them in shambles was a little too much for the girl. “Why can’t you be more careful where you get your ass kicked, huh?!”

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For two seconds, the Empress looked down at the wreckage that used to be her suitcase. Two hours; she’d left the prince, two chimeras and Ed alone for two hours while she went looking for food, and found the place they’d been hiding out a mess, and what limited earthly possessions she had wrecked. It took a few moments to really let it all sink in, and for her anger to bubble. Only one guy was this good at leaving collateral damage of this degree in his wake, and that was Fullmetal, one of the two state alchemists once under Mustang’s jurisdiction including her. Shaking with unadulterated rage as she picked up the broken remains of a ladybug pendant, Willow took a deep breath before she bellowed the name of the likely culprit.

“ELRIC!!”

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And he likely never would understand, he had everything; he had a name, a family, a past, his life was so...full, even with his brother an empty suit of armor and him missing half his limbs, they still had identities. They were people. Willow....Willow was nothing, and at this rate never would be again. Breaking the necklace only solidified the concept, sent knives through her heart....if she even had one. It was hard to really tell if you were truly feeling anything if you didn’t even remember what it was like to before. It was easy to forget how to love, how to feel joy. Anger, anger and rage she seemed to get a pretty good grip on, though, if the bloody nosed alchemist was any indication. Spleen so potent she couldn’t even form the words to say, or turn around and look at him, so she simply flipped him a backhanded bird as she walked further away into the brush.

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For two seconds, the Empress looked down at the wreckage that used to be her suitcase. Two hours; she’d left the prince, two chimeras and Ed alone for two hours while she went looking for food, and found the place they’d been hiding out a mess, and what limited earthly possessions she had wrecked. It took a few moments to really let it all sink in, and for her anger to bubble. Only one guy was this good at leaving collateral damage of this degree in his wake, and that was Fullmetal, one of the two state alchemists once under Mustang’s jurisdiction including her. Shaking with unadulterated rage as she picked up the broken remains of a ladybug pendant, Willow took a deep breath before she bellowed the name of the likely culprit.

“ELRIC!!”

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Of course, Ed was right, but fuck, it wasn’t like she had anything left of who she used to be. The last pieces of her, and they were gone. Just broken pieces of metal and chipped lacquer. Immediately, she dropped the necklace and pins...and punched Ed right in the nose with all of the strength she had, turning on her foot and walking away, each step more painful than the last. The only two pieces left that said yes, she was a person, a person with a name and loved ones and an identity, before all of her memories disappeared. She was a shadow, a ghost. Even less than the homunculus sharing a body with Ling...

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For two seconds, the Empress looked down at the wreckage that used to be her suitcase. Two hours; she’d left the prince, two chimeras and Ed alone for two hours while she went looking for food, and found the place they’d been hiding out a mess, and what limited earthly possessions she had wrecked. It took a few moments to really let it all sink in, and for her anger to bubble. Only one guy was this good at leaving collateral damage of this degree in his wake, and that was Fullmetal, one of the two state alchemists once under Mustang’s jurisdiction including her. Shaking with unadulterated rage as she picked up the broken remains of a ladybug pendant, Willow took a deep breath before she bellowed the name of the likely culprit.

“ELRIC!!”