I squealed, firmly resisting.
I'd seen the results of their last little test…
A big bloody mess. That's what it was. I wasn't about to willingly become a big bloody smear on the floor like him!
"Ow!" I gasped as I was whacked over the head. My limp body was dragged to the center of the circle drawn on the floor. I looked around…
Was it just me they were transmuting…?
Nope. Here they came with… Two? Two bags? Huh?
I started scoot back, intending to inch my way out…
"Hey, there…"
I gulped, staring at the gun trained on me. Nope, I wasn't goin' anywhere, nothin' to worry about, mister!
The bags were dumped out.
A small nine-tailed fox landed, barking and growling, on my lap. I squealed, dumping it off in shock. Firmly, it was put back on my lap…
… And a small heap of red stones were dumped on us. We both protested as they slipped down unwanted places, poked tender parts, or just because of the sudden cold shock we got.
"Everyone out!"
Crap. They were starting…!
I got shakily to my feet as the circle started to glow, still holding the little fox. Once so ferocious, it was now whimpering in fear. I wish I had the time to do the same…! Nope, too busy trying to get our asses out of there!
I never made it to the edge of the circle. I fell over, gasping, panting, clutching my side… The fox was curled up in a tight orange ball with nine streaming tails… I could hear the small pile of stones rattling… It hurt so much!
Then, as suddenly as it all started, it was over.
Shakily, I climbed to my feet...
And felt something touch my heels. Squealing, I jumped, my hands touching the ground and a huge rock shooting up behind me. "Uh... Did I do that?" I asked.
"Yes. Very good."
Just then, I realized the little fox was gone. And the pile of stones.
"Hey, what happened to the poor little nine-tailed foxy-thing and those weird rocks?!" I yelled.
"You are now a chimera, Vixen. A chimera of a kitsune, a magical fox."
"Okay, that's nice, where'd the friggin' rocks go?!" I bellowed. Red sparks flew form my finger-tips. "Woah... Wow..."
"Very impressive... The Fuhrer will surely be pleased."
"Woah, woah, woah, Fuhrer? What the fuck you talkin' 'bout? Me? Fuhrer? What? Explain!" I yelped, jumping up and down frantically. Then I realized what had touched my feet. "Ack! Tails! Tails! I have tails! I don't want tails!" I screamed, running in circles. "Off off off off! I don't want tails hanging out my ass!"
"Hold still. Concentrate. Kitsune are able to change forms, between attractive young people, foxes, humanoid foxes, and a chimera-form such as your current one."
I stopped, holding stock still and frantically wishing the bushy tails away...
"Yay! They're gone! The tails are gone!" I cheered, bouncing up and down.
"Your wild and unpredictable behavior will come in handy on certain missions..."
"'Missions?' What?!" I bawled, jumping up and down frantically.
A pile of clothes was shoved at me.
"No!" I snapped, not eager to undress in front of people.
"If you don't do it yourself, we can assist you."
The nice way of saying 'we'll strip you naked and shove you back in these if you don't do it on your own.' I snarled, snatching the clothes and turning to where no one was standing. I willed my tails back to cover up my ass as I undressed. They could make me do what they wanted, but I'd fuck their words around to where it was comfortable for me if they weren't specific!
"May I ask why the effin' blue military uniform?" I growled, not too fond of the characters after being pushed around by them, not to mention being made into a chimera by them!"
"You're now a State Alchemist, little chimera. Vixen, was it? You certainly are a vixen, and it'll give the men you'll be working with a good time. So why don't we call you the Vixen Alchemist?"
I spun around at the clipped tone. I quickly counted the stars on this guy's shoulders. "Fuhrer? Not impressed. And I'm not wearing this hot itchy uniform twenty-four seven, either." I snapped.
He chuckled, and I felt my face burn. "Even without the effect of that fiery little fox, I think you're just as spirited as Fullmetal."
"Who's that? Some other little experiment-person you've got locked up?" I growled, ripping the sleeves and just about everything marking it as a military uniform off of the navy-blue outfit. That was about half the thing.
"No. He's a State Alchemist that will probably take great interest in you."
"That's nice. Do you see me giving shit?" I snapped.
"Please, get Vixen some new clothes. More casual ones, I should think."
This guy was the Fuhrer? He acted like a fuckin' kiss-ass! If I ever got the chance, I'd rip off his arm and beat him to death with it!
I redid the dressing-process, growing my tails to hide things and facing away from everyone. My clothes with time were all white. A white spaghetti-strap top and white shorts. My now bright-orange hair matched it perfectly. I almost purred contently. The guy was okay, I decided.
As ordered, I followed him. I was taken to an office in some place I didn't know... A military office, I guess... Several men, most of them old, were milling about nervously.
"Use your nose, Vixen. Remember their scents. These are the people directly under me, who will command you."
Nose?
Just then, I noticed how well I could smell... Wow, people stank! Even if they'd just showered, these guys reeked! I crinkled my nose up. "Yuck." I muttered as I was steered to a big desk. Now the men were flocking around me, oohing and aahing, saying how perfect I was... Maybe the gig wasn't so bad...
"Here you go..."
"Eep!" I just barely caught the silver watch the Fuhrer flicked casually in my direction. "What's this?"
"Not that you particularly need it, but it'll enhance your alchemy, as well as identify you with the State. You will be properly funded as all other State Alchemists, and if it is needed, you will be housed as well."
"I can take care of myself... I'm not a kit." I grumbled, figuring out how to hook the watch-chain up to my belt-loop and stick it in my pocket.
"Well, I suppose in that case, we don't need to tell you to keep it a secret you're a chimera."
"You kiddin' me?!"
They all chuckled, and I felt my pale face flush bright red.
"Here's your paper-work... You're working with the Fullmetal Alchemist under Colonel Roy Mustang, the Flame Alchemist. If you don't want an escort, follow the smell of flames to Mustang's office." the Fuhrer instructed me, handing me a couple sheets of paper.
"Uh... Quick question... How do I do alchemy?" I asked, still confused.
"Remember in the lab, you felt your tails brush against your heels? You jumped, pressing your hands to the ground. In that moment, you pictured the earth pushing away whatever it was, making a large rock. Here..."
With a loud rip, he handed me a book. I winced a little at it being torn in half, being a book-lover.
"Fix it."
I looked in confusion at the two halves of the book... Then, picturing it as a whole, willing it to go back together, I touched to two halves.
In a shower of red sparks and lightning, it was whole again!
I grinned, a big cheeky grin.
"See? It's not so hard, is it now?" the Fuhrer smiled.
"Nope! Whaddya call this guy? The Flame Alchemist? Follow the scent of flames?" Receiving a nod, I spun into the halls and sniffed. Picking up the scent, I spun on my heel and followed the burning smell.