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Chapter One:
Food or Fight?
It started out with a grumble.
...
"Ed?"
"What?"
"Your stomach grumbled."
"I THINK I KNOW THAT, AL!"
Edward Elric and Alphonse Elric were back from one of their ever failed missions for the Philosopher's Stone. They had traveled to the far West, on the very edge of the Amestrian Boarder to a small and remote town. They had heard of a family that had preformed medical miracles for centuries and had been hoping it would be the Philosopher's Stone…
But as Fate – which Edward Elric did not believe in – had it the family's 'miracles' were either fakes or talented, well, talent.
No, Edward Elric had not been happy after spending six days straight on a very bumpy train overcrowded with people visiting family and the counties bordering Amestris. Not when he had spent two days trying to find the blasted town when he and his brother had gotten off at the wrong stop. No, not when the town had made them stay for another three days and had promptly stoned them when they had found out Edward Elric was in the Military. No, he had had to call the Colonel several times and scrape the inner recesses of his suitcase and pockets to find change since pay phones do not except 'Just put it on my tab, I'll worry about it later's. Not when his train had had several delays and a gang had tried to take over one of the trips. Not when he had had to sleep on the gum-sticky floor with all the other unknown and not want to be known substances on the hardwood flooring. Not when his automail needed to be repaired yet again and was likely to be found dead weeks later with wrench-shaped wounds all over his abused body. Not when he had to report to Colonel Shit again and still write that damn boring report. Not when he had learned from the bastard over the phone that his dorm had been flooded and all his research papers had been ruined. No. Edward Elric was not a happy man.
And to top it all off he had not eaten the past couple of days.
And Edward Elric was hungry.
"Sorry, brother. You should really find someplace to eat," Al wrung his hands as he totted after his grumpy brother in the streets of Central.
"I know, Al. But all the places I see are the places Colonel Shit takes his girlfriends," Edward grumbled.
Al shook his head."Are you really that much against him, brother?"
Edward snorted. "The man that is constantly sleeping? The man that cries like a baby when Hawkeye pull her gun on him after he had attempted to flirt with her during office hours? The man that constantly makes sick jokes about me and calls up girls on his Military phone when the Lieutenant's gone? The man that sends me on stupid missions? That man? Why, no, Al. I do not have anything against him at all." Edward glanced up at his younger brother. "Want me to add to the list about why I like him so much?"
Alphonse sighed. 'Brother will never change.'
"So…"Edward looked around, sniffing the air. "Where's the food?"He knocked on the chest plate of Alphonse' armor, "C'mon, Al. You're higher up, help me look."
Luckily Edward did not notice his own comment on his supposed lack of height.
Alphonse peered around, looking for a place that his brother would like (wherever the Colonel had not gone to). Suddenly his eyes lit up on a stand in the middle of a square. "Brother! There!" He pointed slightly to the left as Edward followed his finger.
Edward spotted the homemade stand through the sea of people and cried out in joy. Sprinting as fast as he could Edward made his way towards the food with Alphonse crying out for him to slow down after him.
Edward skidded to a halt and inhaled the sweet scent of the food.
He looked up into the seller's eyes, his own sparkling. "I'll take two fried chicken, one eggroll, three skewered beef, one mango, five bananas…"
The poor man just stared at Edward as he rattled off his list of foods he wanted to purchase.
Alphonse was still stuck in the crowds of people trying to reach his oblivious brother.
The stall man wrapped up the foods and Edward gobbled them up as soon as each one was placed into his hands.
Alphonse was still trying to get through the throng of people.
When the last parcel was placed into Edward's awaiting hands he shoved the food down his gullet, barely taking a moment to savor the wonderful taste.
Licking the crumbs off of his now clean fingers, Edward glanced up at the rest of the show cased food noticing his tummy which still demanded for more.
"Ummm…" Edward leaned over, scanning the desert shelves for a good ending taste."Errggg… Not tapioca… Ewww… Ummm… What about a cupcake…? Naw… Then… Hmmm… Ahah!" He pointed to a sweet blueberry muffin.
"'I'll take this!'"
Edward froze for a moment at a hand pointing to the very same muffin and whose owner had uttered the very same words.
Edward scowled. "Now look you--!" He swiveled around to face the object of his anger.
Piercing violet eyes glared back at him through a smooth but rough, tan face. Firm set lips bared sharp teeth like a predator at its prey. Two sets of pitch dark side bangs framed their jaw line and descended down over the chest. The chest of a girl.
Edward fought blush at his train of thought, then continued his inspection
The black hair has messy but hidden in the hood that was raised over her head, Edward estimated both hood and hair went down to her lower back. She was about as tall as him, about the same age, but with unusually long legs and lithe but well muscled form.
'Since when do girls work out?" Edward wondered.
Over her form she wore a ground length heavy black, trench coat. Under that Edward could just see a tight shirt that showed off her faint abs and chest, it appeared to only cover one arm but he couldn't tell. Equally dark cargo pants clung to her thighs and tumbled loosely over her calves, the many large pockets made their way all over the fabric, seeming to have no end. Her shoes were in fact boots -- combat boots -- like Edward himself – except these were more heavy duty and seemed to be even more worn than his.
As the black choker around her throat caught his attention the girl growled. "This is mine. Now hands off!"
Edward growled back. "No! I was here first and haven't eaten in a few days! I'm hungry!"
The girl bared her teeth."What? You gonna make me, shorty?"
Edward screamed in anger."I AM NOT SHORT, STUPID! YOU'RE THE SAME HEIGHT AS ME GENIUS! SO DON'T CALL ME SHORT! I AM NOT AND NEVER WILL BE! SO GET THAT IN YOUR MUSSY HEAD!!"
The girl held a hand to her mouth and let out a chuckle. "Oh? A little touchy about our height are we, shortstuff?"
Edward was suddenly strongly reminded of Roy Mustang.
"No, mussyhead. I. Am. Not." Edward's hands fisted harshly.
"Mussyhead? Is that the best you can come up with?" The girl asked, snickering. "I like the way my hair is now, thank you very much."
Edward's fingernails bit into his left palm. "Little girly, back off. This is my grub. I've had a harder time than you so I deserve it more. Now, give it."
Edward immediately knew he had said something wrong, and he wasn't sure if he should be pleased that he had pissed her off – or scared.
Meanwhile – "Let me through! I need to get to my brother!"
…
Alphonse was still stuck in the crowd.
...
The girl's violet eyes narrowed, her pupils becoming slits. Her teeth bore even more, hissing loudly. "What was that you called me, shorty?"
Edward decided to let the short comment slide in favor of spiking the girl's anger even more. "What do you mean?" He asked innocently. "All I did was you 'little girl'. Is something wrong?"
"Well, no, shorty. Nothing's wrong. Oh – except that I can't see you very well. Are you getting even smaller?" The girl smirked, masking her anger, but just barely.
Edward growled – 'Too much like Roy Mustang' He thought.
He sucked in a deep breath – then—
"WHO ARE YOU CALLING SO SMALL THAT HE CAN'T EVEN BE SEEN BY AN ATOM WHILE STANDIND ON THE TOP OF THE UNIVERSE ON A SHRIMP-SIZED FOOTSTOOL ROY MUSTANG
MADE ESPECIALLY FOR ME BECAUSE HE THOUGHT I NEEDED A BOOST BECAUSE HE SAID HE COULDN'T SEE ME OVER HIS ONE PIECE OF PAPER WORK THAT HE STILL HAD TO DO?!"
The girl's smirk widened even more. "You said, it not me."
Edward huffed in anger. Suddenly an idea came to him. With an answering smirk to the slightly perplexed girl he drew out his silver pocket watch.
The girl's eyes widened as he brandished it. "See this? I'm a State Alchemist. I've been on many hard missions and just got back from a particularly grueling one. So, how about you just hand that muffin over to me?"
The girl hastily bowed and said frantically, "Dear sir! I apologize for my ignorance! I should have realized who you are! I am deeply sorry! Let me make it up to you!"
Edward's smirk widened. "Yes, now you can buy the muffin for m—"
Edward let out a choked grunt as a sharp pain bit into his side and he went down to one knee.
Standing over him, the girl grinned. "Yes, I am deeply sorry for not having known who you were. If I had I would have kicked you even sooner – maybe with a bit more pain, too."
Edward grimaced. 'Damn, she kicks pretty hard'
He staggered up as the girl reached for the muffin. "Hey! That's still mine!"
She turned around. "Awww… You can take my kick that well?"
Edward grinned, "You have no idea."
He positioned himself into a fighting stance and the girl copied his position. But just as he was about to attack a person came up between them.
"I'll take the last blueberry muffin, please."
The girl and Edward both stared in shock at the man as he took the muffin and walked away with the seller calling after him, "Come back soon, sir!"
The girl and Edward both stared at each other for a moment before the girl cleared her throat. "Ahem. Well, if you'll excuse me I have some business to conduct."
And with that she twirled around, coat swirling about her. But before she could disappear into the crowds of Central, Edward caught sight of a symbol on the back of her coat.
A flamel with Ouroborous curled around the cross.
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