If FMA were REAL!

If FMA were REAL! 1

 It was the last day on set. We had done 2 movies, 2 series, countless O.V.A.'s, and video games. Several photo shoots, skits, and rehearsals. They had even thought about casting another person for the Brotherhood series, because I had grown taller. I was happy about the taller part, but i wanted to see this show through. So, after weeks of debate, they had decided that it would break the fans hearts if they cast anyone else, and that my level of skill was hard to find, so I stayed. Until the very end, which was today.

I said my final line; "Yeah, a heart made, Fullmetal."

"Cut! That's a wrap, people!" yelled our director, Roy Mustang. But most would know him as Colonel Roy Mustang. But I know him as, Roy or, Colonel Bastard. Well, at least I did. But it’s all over now.

"Hey Ed, you okay?" Winry dabbed my forehead with a towel. I blushed.

"W-Winry, uh-" I started.

"I know, last day on-set, last scene, last time being in the world of Fullmetal Alchemist." I nodded sadly, sipping at my water as i sat in a chair, you know, like one of those director chairs.

"Don't worry, you'll be fine. You’re really talented." She smiled at me. I nodded again.

"But you know, that automail must be a real pain." She snickered, slipping off my automail glove. She had to unhooked several parts, and un-Velcro several pieces. Until the signature prop finally came off. It crumbled in her hands, a few pieces fell off here and there.

She glared. "Ed! You broke it!" She hit me on the head, hard; with a brush she had been brushing her hair with the whole time.

"Ow!" I shielded my head, at least it wasn't a wrench, like usual.

I rubbed my head, she giggled.

"What?!" I looked up at her.

"It’s just like our characters!" She laughed. Oh yeah, our old characters.

"Anyway, don't feel too heartbroken that the shows over." She placed the automail on a table behind me, she started to walk away, but turned around and said, "Oh yeah, and you might wanna take the wig off, I heard the director wants to auction it off. See ya" She turned and waved, walking over to talk to Bradly, or Fuhrer Bradly.

I smiled. Then turned to look in a mirror. I flipped the blond braid around a few times and, just to piss Mustang off, undid the tie. Golden locks fell around my shoulders; I twirled it in my fingers. The hair felt...real. I pulled off the wig to reveal my much shorter, but almost as golden, hair. I set the wig on a foam head, and decided to re-braid it. After all, this would be the last time I could. Winry had taught me how to braid on-set, when we first started, she said I would need to know how, and boy she was right.

Something poked me in the back; I turned around to see the director himself.

"Yeah, what do you want, Colonel Bastard?" I teased.

"Fullmetal? Oh I couldn't see you-"

"Yeah, yeah, you couldn’t see me in all the other grains of sand." I rolled my eyes.

"Actually, no it’s ‘cause I'm blind." He smirked. We started laughing. (A/N: In the end of FMA Brotherhood *SPOILER* Mustang goes blind.)

When we finally caught our breath he said, "No, you’re no longer a pip-squeak, Fullmetal." My eyebrows involuntarily twitched at the word pip-squeak, and I had the urge to kick him in the crotch. He must have seen the funny face I was making cause he said, "You okay, Ed?"

"Yeah, I'm fine, just a little caught up in the character." I cleared my throat, calming my nerves. He laughed.

"Six years playing the same character must have made you into the Fullmetal Alchemist."

"Yeah, guess so." I scratched the back of my head, smiling.

"How old were you? 12? 13? And you were playing a 15 year old character." He patted my head, like I was still a kid.

"Yeah, 12."

"So, you must be 18 now, right?"

"Yup." I grinned.

"Ah, The Edward Elric, a man. Seems like just yesterday, you were running away from the costume designer talking about how 'the wig itches, and the coat is hot!" Or, 'the automail is hard to move in, and leather pants give me wedgies!'" He laughed remembering memories.

"Or-or how I would complain about my hands hurting from clapping and transmuting." We laughed almost falling on the ground.

"But, I would always find you in your dressing room, trying to preform alchemy. What was it you used to say? 'Stupid alchemy' or, 'alchemy's not real' somethin' like that?" He smiled at me chuckling.

"Oh, you mean 'how come alchemy is easier to do with automail, and a red coat?' That?"

"Yeah, I can’t believe you remember that!" He giggled.

"Well I'm should I've said it every time I drew a transmutation circle."

"Where d'ya draw 'em?"

"On my bedroom floor. Mom 'n' dad gave me hell." I smirked.

He patted me on the shoulder. "Well, gotta go help the technicians fit the scene properly." He started to walk away when I remembered something.

"Hey! Colonel Bastard! Are you really gonna sell my wig?" He turned,

"No, you can have it. See ya, Fullmetal." He saluted me and I him.

Well, I should probably get goin' Al's got an interview, so he can't wait up for me. I thought. (A/N: Al is not really Ed's brother in real life; he's just his co-worker, but their close friends.) I exited through the back door. It was cold out so I was wearing a black coat, underneath I still had on my characters jacket, leather pants, and wicked cool boots. I couldn't help it, this was the last set of Ed's clothes, the others had been shredded in the battling scene...scratch that, scenes. God, the last few episodes of FMA Brotherhood were full of action, and took several takes. But it was worth it.

As I walked through back alleys, I felt heaviness in my heart. Over, it was over. When we first did the original Fullmetal Alchemist and the movie; Conqueror of Shamballa, I had thought that was the end, and then another movie; The Sacred Star the Milos, and Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood came along and I thought, Wow, will it ever end? And it did, today. Today, it was over. I stepped out of a dark passageway, and was blinded by the brilliant sun. I shielded my eyes, brief case in hand, and smiled up at the sky. I started walking, and prayed that no one recognized me. I just needed to get home.

I passed a few huge posters with my face all blown up, in big letters the posters read: Fullmetal Alchemist. I also passed a large group of girls wearing T-shirts that said things like; Team Edward (Elric) or, Vampires don't sparkle; only Automail does that. I smiled. And headed to my for room apartment. Yeah, Yeah. I know what you’re thinkin' 'Wait, isn’t he a celebrity, isn’t he supposed to have bucket loads of cash?' Well, I am, and I do, but I’m a saver so... I save my cash. But trust me there's a lot of green in my saving's account.

I unlocked the door and I went and plopped down on my ancient green couch, clicked on the T.V. and sat there dazed for a while. But then I heard the words 'Announcing the release date for Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood.' and shot up. Roy was talking on the screen. Damn, we finished the filming what? Two hours ago and he's already announcing its grand premiere?

My doorbell rang; I got up to find an elderly lady wearing a night gown, holding a bag filled with papers. "Evening, Ms. Evans. What can I do for you?" She smiled.

"Oh, I just got your mail for you, Mr. Elric. You must be quite popular." She didn't know the half of it.

I smiled as she handed me the shopping bag full of fan mail. “Thank You so much, I'm beat today."

"Yes, yes, now don't forget to lock your door, what-with your popularity I wouldn't be surprised, if a sneaky old hermit comes into your house while you’re a' sleepin'." She shuffled away.

"Yes, Ms. Evans. You have a good night," I waved and shut the door.