The 8th Sin

-Curious-

My first FMA fic. :-) Nothing much to say here, just that standard disclaimers apply and the only things I own is my own OCs, my own homunculus, this story itself, the plot and the hope of having someone read this. O-O;

This is my third project running at the same time with my S-CRY-ed and digimon fics. I've had this idea for a LONG time, ever since I got hooked onto Greed... (Heck, WHO wouldn't!) But that doesn't mean this story has any pairings into it... YET! O-O

So, I hope you all appreciate my story, and I really, really hope you'd drop a review and tell me what you think of this story, correct my inaccuracy and all that, please. -.-; It's the only way this story is EVER going to sound better than my previous other hand-written drafts...

By the way, I haven't been watching FMA long enough so I've been meaning to ask; what's the Ourobus (did I spell that right?) tattoo for?

Please read and review!

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-OC POV-

Who am I? Where do I come from? What am I?

These three questions never leave my head every time I sit in the small library down the street in this little place called Dublith. As far as I remember, (unfortunately for me, my memory only extends to a week ago… -.- ;;) I have no relatives whatsoever, no recollection of who I was, where I was from and I had no sense of responsibility at all.

All I know is that I just want to live. As to what am I, I noticed that all the people living around me take a day or two to recover from a cut or something but all it takes for me is a few seconds. Other people think I'm some sort of monster, but the pair who took me in as their own child just saw me as special.

The man who I now call 'dad' works as a local alchemist. The word rings a bell somewhere, but my poor memory just doesn't reveal anything much about it. He's not very talented, but he's struggling to perfect his skills and dreams of being a State Alchemist.

The woman I call 'mom' however, was a miracle worker. We were kind of poor financially, having no money to buy food on some occasions. It doesn't happen very often, but mom still had the time to teach me lots of stuff even through all the part-time jobs and all the chores she had to do.

They were almost never home, save for dinner-time, the only meal-time of the day where I get to see the two of them on the same table. So, all day I'm simply just alone. It gets kind of sickening, but I was used to it. It's been a week, after all. I spend my days in this little library, just passing time and flipping through book after book, not caring what genre or what topic they were written on, I just chose one at random and basically absorbed everything in it.

Occasionally, I'd get hungry more than I usually do, so I'd wander around the corner and visit a small café hat serves nice cakes and biscuits. The lady who owns the store was exceptionally nice to me, unlike all those other people who see me as a monster. She often lets me have extras and sometimes, even gives me cakes for free. 'It's on the house,' she'd say.

"Hi auntie Lieza!" I called, walking into the café. The aged woman in front of me smiled sweetly at me and said,

"Why hello there, Freesia. How are you?"

'Freesia'. I liked that name. I never had one that I remembered of, so my 'parents' gave me that name, telling me that it was a flower that symbolized innocence, trust and friendship.

Well, I for one do know that I'm plenty friendly and plenty trustworthy, but I'm not really sure about the 'innocence' part, "Just fine, auntie. Anyway, do you still have those apple pies for sale? I'm pretty hungry," speaking of which, I get hungry so often and eat quite a lot and yet I don't gain weight like other people do! Well, I'm not sure if it's a gift or a curse, but I sure do enjoy having it handy...

Aunt Lieza smiled at me and asked me to sit at the table, which I complied to gleefully. I looked at the book in my hands, the one that I'd borrowed from the library earlier on titled 'Alchemy and its origins'. As I said, I just pick any book at random, whichever appeals to me. It so happened that this one caught my eye.

Being able to change something into another object via a formula and a circle… fascinating. I opened the book up to where I left it off and pulled my black jacket around me tighter as a cold gust of wind blew past me. Yep, autumn was coming pretty quickly this year. Looking up, a man caught my eye. He just walked past me casually, but something about him had an air of familiarity to it...

The way he walked, the way he puts his hands into his pant's pockets, the way he dressed... Then there were his eyes. They may have been hidden behind those round shades, but I could see a glimpse of them before he vanished into the crowd. His eyes were just like mine...

My eyes weren't like ordinary people. Sure, they had basically the same physical attributes like the shape and all, but I had more of a cat's slitted pupil than a human being's normal circle. And my eye color wasn't exactly what people would call normal. They were a pinkish shade of violet. I had half a mind to go after him until Aunt Lieza cam by with a plate of her apple pie.

Now, my stomach wasn't really helping me... I just remembered that I was hungry. I looked in the direction where the man walked past and could see him no longer. Letting out a half-disappointed sigh, I closed the book I was reading and Aunt Lieza said to me,

"What's the matter, Freesia? You look down," she put the plate down in front of me and took a seat next to me, placing one hand on my shoulder, worry marring her already wrinkled face.

I smiled at her and said, "It's nothing. I was just daydreaming," I lied through my teeth and decided to vent out my guilt on Aunt Lieza's apple pie.

At the end of the day, I ate for free, again, and was on my way home when I remembered that I had to pick up some meat from the butcher's so we could make some stew tonight. It didn't take me long to pick the package up and when I walked outside in a rush, I bumped into someone and knocked the two of us over, making me drop my book and the meat.

I rubbed my elbows, where I'd skinned myself and thanked God I had supernatural healing abilities as my wounds closed almost immediately. The person in front of me sat up, rubbing his head with his free hand as the other was rubbing his ribs where I'd accidentally bowled him over with my shoulder and then I said,

"Sorry! I really didn't see you there! Are you hurt?" he looked up at me and my heart leapt to my throat. His skin was very pale, as if he's never been under the sun before, his dark purple hair framed his face very nicely and he had the most beautiful pair of greenish-blue eyes I have ever seen.

He stood up, towering over me and mumbling an almost inaudible, "I'm fine" before I noticed something unusual about this man; he had a pair of black wings folded behind his back. I was, needless to say, dumbstruck. He held out a hand to me and I accepted it as he helped me up,

"Thank you. I'm sorry about knocking you over..." I apologized again and looked down at my feet. He looked at me in a somewhat sympathetic way and smiled,

"It's alright. I wasn't exactly looking where I was going, either," he said gently. God, his soft-spoken nature can easily make me mistaken him for a woman... But, nevertheless, he WAS good-looking... Hey, wait a minute! Blue uniform. Where have I seen that before...?

I was almost afraid to ask, but I asked anyway, "Are you... from the military?"

He looked at me with a look that clearly said 'What does it look like?' and replied, "Yes I am. My name is Aizawa Rin. Is there something wrong?"

I didn't stop to listen to the rest of his story. I ran as if he were a mass murderer on the loose. Something about his being in the military scared me. Almost as if something that was buried deep inside me just suddenly reared a particularly ugly head. I was never sure why, but any mention of the military have always scared me. It made me feel insecure... I kind of wished I never knew his name, because it made me feel even more insecure, as opposed to that feeling of familiarity on that total stranger who passed me by this morning...

Then I felt something strange inside... A need to get rid of him. It felt as if I was supposed to remove him from the face of this earth. That voice in the back of my head chanted, 'Get rid of him, kill him, make him disappear!' over and over again like a mantra. It vanished the moment he was out of sight, which was when I found myself breathing heavily in front of my adopted parents' house. I was going to knock on the door when something struck me; I forgot to pick up the package of meat...

God! How much worse can my luck get! In a fit of rage, I didn't realize that I'd swung my leg at the door. A split second before I kicked it, I tried to stop myself, not wanting to startle my parents and for some reason, a strange feeling swept over me before I found myself falling on the floor of my warm little house, face-first. My mother must have dropped one of her plates because I heard it shatter to a million pieces before she came by and asked,

"Freesia? Where were you? We were worried that you'd gotten yourself lost in another one of those books you were always reading," she helped me up and I was even more confused; how did I get in? "And if you don't mind, next time you come into the house, do knock. I didn't hear you coming!"

She didn't? With that awful creaking noise the door always made, I wasn't very sure if anyone could not notice the scraping sound it made, "Freesia, are you alright?" my mother asked again, waving her hand in front of my face. I snapped out of my trance and replied,

"Yeah, I'm alright mom! No need to worry," I smiled at her and picked myself off the ground, "Oh, about the meat..." I suddenly remembered. Before I got to speak, my mother shushed me,

"Your father's bringing home some of your Aunt Lieza's cooking. No need to worry about tonight's dinner, dear," Yep, good ol' mom. Always has a back-up plan for EVERYTHING.

"Well, before dad comes home, I'll be taking a nap. I'm kind of tired," I said flatly, retreating to my room as I heard my mother reminding me to clean up later. I just hollered a reply before plopping down on my warm bed.

A scary thought struck me when I recalled the event earlier on; did I just walk THROUGH the door? I dismissed the thought seconds later. That was impossible. I'm no alchemist, unlike my parents, so I shouldn't be able to do all those fancy stuff. I must've just imagined that.

I drifted off to sleep, but not after seeing a shadow that swept past my bedroom window, which scared the daylights out of me and made me force myself to sleep...

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Not a very good start, is it:P Do tell me if there's anything for me to correct, like facts or something like that. Oh, Freesia and Aizawa Rin belong to me. :)

Let's see... what was I going to say again? Oh yes. I'll give you guys three guesses who the stranger who caught her eyes was.

(Reader start throwing sharp and pain-inducing items at my head.)

Ow!

Readers: That's like so obvious!

Well, can't blame a girl for trying to make people guess...

Please R&R!