This is my first story, so... yeah... Hope you enjoy it.

Disclaimer- I DO NOT OWN FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST IN ANY WAY, SHAPE OR FASHION.

"I swear to God, he hates me."

A teenage girl sat on a bench, watching as others walked by on the streets. She was staring at the State Alchemist Head Quarters, waiting. And watching. It was a matter of life and death... Well, no, it was more a matter of where she was going to stay. Her nerves were low, especially after her way here. It was hell.

First, she ran ten miles after her mother, attempting to retrieve her luggage. After that, she ran back to the train station and took one of the longest train rides in the history of train rides. Well, that was how she put it. On the train, she had to stand, and received several cat calls and inappropriate touching, which resulted in the use of alchemy and physical fighting to kick some ass. That was the one fun part. After the ride, she had walked another twenty-something-miles, then finding herself on the bench, both black high tops on the ground and a pair of short black shorts on the wood of the bench.

The girl's slanted-cut, shoulder length black hair covered one bright green eye, but her vision was still average. She stuffed two pale hands in the pocket of a dark red shirt, which was light, but modeled after a sweatshirt; Minus the clinging edges and drawstrings. Her chest was unusually... large for her age, due to the fact that she had matured quickly when she was young, but that was aside the point of this sentence, of which the point was that several eyes stared at her as she pulled her hood up over her head and tugged up a bit on the white camisole underneath the shirt. That was the point.

She was a bit short for her age... Or rather, she was short. But that was a birth defect, and she blamed her mother for that. Though today, her focus was her uncle. He was from her father's side, and the only resemblance between the two was the ebony locks on their head. Never the less, her parents thought it was wise to make her spend the weekend with him. She barely knew him... And from what she knew, he was a fucking bastard. Damn army dogs... She used her alchemy without anyone caring. But no, he had to make a huge statement about it and join the army.

He had told her that he would send a person out for her, to show her around town. That man had nerve, not even bothering to greet his own niece. Well, that was what you can expect from a pyro-army-brat. Amaya Mustang sat on a cold bench, wondering where in hell this person could be, and what kind of asshole they were. They always were assholes, she had come to learn that. Army men...

"Why is that bastard making me do this?! Why can't he just do this himself?!" A young looking boy with golden blond hair and golden eyes asked himself as he walked through State Alchemist Head Quarters.

Many people, mostly newbies, would ask, "Why is there was a little kid walking around inside here," or, "Where are his parents? He doesn't need to be playing in here." But he was suppose to be here, for he was a State Alchemist, the Fullmetal Alchemist, Edward Elric, to be exact. The youngest person to become a State Alchemist at the age of twelve, but that was three years ago, for he was now fifteen.

The reason, you may ask, that he became a State Alchemist? To return him and his brother back to normal. For if you looked at Ed's right arm, which was covered by a black jacket, red coat and white glove, and left leg, which was covered by black pants and black boots with a little red along the bottom, you find automail instead of flesh. For his younger brother, Alphonse Elric, he was nothing but a suit of armor. That was the price they payed for trying to bring their mother back to life.

So, because of all of this, this is where he was now. Taking orders... something he didn't want to do, especially when those orders came from Roy Mustang.

He made his way out of State Alchemist Head Quarters pissed. "Now to find his niece," he thought, "this is the stupidest thing he's made me do yet!"

Amaya leaned back, closing her eyes. "'Look for a short blond kid' were his words. Oh, that'll be easy to find." She re-opened them and stared off into the crowd. How in hell was she supposed to find this kid? There were so many people, and on top of that, he or she was short. That definitely made life so much easier. Then, and idea hit her. She figured anyone under her uncle would be pissed off that they had to go find his niece in the middle of a crowd...

"Are there any short, blond, pissed kids who happen to be young Army Alchemists in this crowd?"

Stares.

Glares.

Chuckles.

But, she was looking for just that person... Hopefully this person wasn't deaf. Oh, that would just complete her day. Yet again, she could bitch in her diary about it... That was always fun when she needed to vent.

'Short, blond, pissed kids who happen to be young Army Alchemists...' that sounded a little like him right now... wait, short! That had gotten Ed's attention, "Who are you callin' a short, blond, pissed kid?!" he yelled angrily. A few people turned their gaze towards him then back.

Ed then saw her, the girl who had yelled that. He made his way over to her. He was now in a fouler mood than before, which was saying a lot.

Amaya paused as she looked at Ed. "Well, apparently you." She couldn't help but smile, though she managed to restrain her laughter. This was rather motley... Awe, what was she thinking! It was hilarious. She stood, and only one thought passed through her mind.Short, but cute. Though, she was a bit surprised with who this was.

Not wanting to make a bad impression-so much for that- she hid her smile in a calm expression. "What's you're name, or should I just call you shorty?" She quirked an eyebrow, knowing that anyone short would find this irritating. But this guy seemed like the person you wanted to mess with. She could tell he had a short temper, due to how he reacted.

Well, that's the end of chapter one. Hope you all enjoyed... though, it wasn't much. I'll be updating soon. Thanks!