My fist collided with his face.
Then again, though, maybe that's not a good place to start. I've never been all that good at introductions, but I guess that I should attempt one for your sake.
The name is Amber. I don't know who I am, but that's okay. The life I lead now is better than anything I could have had before, no matter how rich I was - which I know for a fact was very much so. The people around me know me from before, I think, but they won't tell me about it. Either that, or they can't. Truly, though, I really don't mind, whether it's one way or the other.
If you can't tell by my name, I'm a girl. That's for all you girls out there that think this is going to be some sort of Yaoi thing - its not, so you can stop reading now. Actually, if you're looking for romance, you shouldn't read this either. This is real life, not some fantasy you might read in a book.
I'm writing this after it's all happened, but at some point I'm sure I will have caught up with present time. Hopefully there won't be any more odd occurrences in the near future - I'd sure appreciate being to write this all in a few sittings.
A proper hello is needed now though, is it not? Therefore, I greet you formally. /Hello/. Now that that's out of the way, hopefully I can tell you who I am without anymore interruptions.
My hair is blond, reaching to about half-way down by back, and I'm around the age of fifteen. My eyes are two different colors - I think it's called Heterochromia. The right one's sort of a honey-gold shade, the left being a sort of blue. Some people get a bit freaked out by it, accusing me of being something not human. People like that Edward Elric kid.
He's a short-tempered, height deprived person - really likes to push my buttons, that one. When I got assigned to be his partner in the city, I almost broke his arm. His metal arm, mind you.
I haven't told you what we are, though. Alchemists - State Alchemists, at that. Dogs of the Military, we do what the higher-ups command us to do. Nothing more, nothing less, unless we're willing to be punished for insubordination. Colonel Roy Mustang (the Flame Alchemist) and Major Alex Luis Armstrong (the StrongArm Alchemist) are two of our superiors, with Füher Bradley at the very top of the chain of command.
Beyond our job and who we answer to, though, we're nothing alike in the least.
