Disclamier: I do not own nor ever will own fullmetal Alchemist

"The Wind Alchemist?"

"Yes sir" replied Hawkeye

It was a Monday morning in Central in Colonel Mustang's Office. Said Colonel was currently looking over his new addition to his team's file.

"Lieutenant, get a background check on her, this file does not give a full report. Dismissed." Mustang said to his Second Lieutenant without glancing up.

Hawkeye saluted with that ever present indifferent look on her face, and left, closing the door behind her.

His eyes read over the file for the fifth time that day.

Name: Brianna Ferrari

Rank: State Alchemist

Specialty: Manipulates Air

Background: Born in Outskirts of Central and has lived there until enlistment.

Roy stopped reading, next was just her scores on the Exams, which on the written test was very low, extremely low for someone who passed.

This was unsettling to Roy, he's not one to easily let just anyone come into this office and be part of his team, nope not at all. Every person in here was selected by him and helps from Maes. This file had no information at all! In fact if it weren't for the Fuhrer himself placing this girl here, he would have rejected it right away.

As Roy silently wondered how such a file could pass approval, a knock on the door to his private office sounded.

Looking up he saw Hawkeye enter with a slight worried expression.

While Somewhere in the outskirts of Central…

On a crowded street…

Stood the Wind Alchemist

Brianna POV!

I looked up at the night sky and took a breath. That was it. My last song. After 2 years of surviving only on my guitar and singing in the streets I played my last song.

Now Im onto bigger things, sure im going to miss these cold nights in the city just playing my music and having people stare at me in awe at the different type of music there not used to, but I need to get back home somehow, right? Singing Taylor Swift is only fun for so long.

Because I don't belong here. Im not from here.

Im from America…not Amestris. I need to keep on reminding myself like this because I lose hope.

Hope that Ill see home again. See Highschool and airplanes and Disney Movies and pizza….

I have to stop doing this!

So you're probably wondering how I got here. Long story short I had been practicing soccer out on some polo fields near my house in San Diego at night when all of a sudden I saw…an eye.

But this wasn't your average…eye. No this one was huge and on the ground.

I had blacked out and woken up in a white space with a black…creature human looking thing, which proceeded to tell me that someone has 'paid for my trip'.

I have no idea what was going on but if someone went through the trouble to pay for me to come somewhere, well who am I to decline?

Of course after those two doors opened and small black hands grabbed me I instantly regretted not trying to decline.

In a flash I had all this knowledge about something called alchemy and how the world works.

Just for the record this was not fun. My head was pounding as if the knowledge had to be shoved into my small brain.

Next thing I knew it was as if I had gone back in time when they didn't have any tvs or radios and people had those well… old looking cars.

But this place you could do alchemy. And so I experimented. Soon, I got used to just mainupulating the air instead of studying what everything is made of… And it helps that I was inspired to try this from watching Avatr the last airbender…Though the fun in making things float around and flying around can wear off. After a while I got bored and decided to try and get back home.

I mean call me crazy but I would choose having a family, friends, Disney, anime, manga, and good music over alchemy.

So after the fun wore off of being able to feel like a wizard for a few days, I started searching for a way to the Gate so I could return.

And now here I am.

Just recently I passed the state alchemist exams and now currently a state alchemist, which to me means one step closer to coming home, because Ill be able to research more of the gate with the military libraries.

The next morning I got ready for my first day at work. I haven't gotten a uniform yet so I put on my light blue skinny jeans and my Superman t-shirt with my white vans (the clothes I had worn coming into the gate).

After taking one last good luck at my thin wavy walnut colored long hair, applying makeup to my big brown eyes, and putting bronzer on my already tan skin I sprinted out of my apartment to HQ.

When I reached the ginormous lobby, part of the already monstrosously huge building,I asked for directions to Mustangs office, because you know this place is a freaking mansion! Saying thank you to the kind lady I jogged to the office. And opened the door….

There were five or six people working on paper work in the big office. There was another door at the back of the room, two big double doors. Closed.

"Hi im Brianna, im here for my meeting with….." I looked down at the piece of paper with his name on it, "Colonel Mustang?".

A blond woman who looked all business stood up and shook my hand introducing herself as Hawkeye, Second Lietenant. She then went into the double doors which from where I stood I could tell led into another small office.

I walked into the private office after getting permission.

There was a big desk with a man who looked around his late twenties sitting there. Black midnight hair, with onyx black eyes looking me up and down with a cold stare.

Well I guess Ill have to do the introduction… "Hi, im Brianna, are you Colonel Mustang?"

He simply.. smirked? And looked at blondie and said "Dismissed." She saluted and left, closing the door behind her.

He then turned to me and gestured to the seat across from his desk to sit.

Him, sitting in his seat from behind the desk, simply got up and stood near the corner of his desk and perched on it, crossing his legs at the ankles.

Now I could really see what he looked like. I could tell he had defined muscles in his upper body even through the uniform, and he was atleast a head taller than me if I were to stand up. I could also tell he had that arrogant, what was the word for it? Womanizing attitude about him, with that confident annoying smirk which seemed to never leave his flawless face.

"I went through your file…." Mustang said, I could tell he was trying to keep his face indifferent on the matter.

"Yes?" I asked seemingly innocent. I know my file probably was….. lacking a lot of much needed information. I didn't really give them any information to work with. Most state alchemists files probably have information about how they learned alchemy, who they studied it from, and most imporatnly why they did so. I heard alchemy isn't to be taken lightly, so for those who learn it, especially at this age and for a girl like me, they want to make sure knowledge is in good hands, or something like that.

"It seems you either have led a very boring life or your not sharing something. And as you superior officer, and to be under this unit, I must know more about you." The smirk was gone and he was now giving me a mistrusting stare.

Ha! I can tell right now Im not going to like this guy, hes smart and seems to know what he is doing….ill need to be careful. He will surely think Im crazy if I say Im from the other side the gate, if he even believes in that stuff!

Turning my chair so we face eachother, Staring right back with a smirk that would put his to shame I simply said, "Ask away."

"Why don't you start with telling who you parents are?"

"Im an orphan, parents left me at age of three." My parenst arent in this world.

He gave me a mistrustful stare. I gave him a smirk and just stared right back up at him.

He continued the questions. I continued the lies. He asked I responded with my smirk, I was seriously having fun with this. It was easy, How have you survived? I have a few side jobs and friends. Where did you learn alchemy? Taught myself with a book.

Then he suddenly stopped in the middle of his questions, I felt as if ive been there for a nhour! This guy really wouldn't just let anything slide…

He smirked to himself as if he got an idea of some sort. Then he got up from his perch on his desk, put both of his muscular arms on both of my armrests of the chair I was sitting in. He crouched down a bit so we were eye level. His face a few inches from mine. I suddenly blushed… I mean he was in my personal bubble!

Seeing my blush his smirk deepened and he said softly looking me in the eyes with that intent stare of his, "How about this. It seems obvious that you don't want to be here—"

"-Ok first, just beacuase I refuse to answer a few of your pointless questions does not I don't want to be here. I want to be here, and your stuck with me, even if I don't answer your questions, so deal with it." My smirk was getting even bigger as I spoke, I don't know why but I get the feeling not to many people say no to this arrogant colonel, so this must have been a shock. Im pretty sure he doesn't know Im only fifteen, Im pretty sure he would've questioned me enlisting at sucha young age if he did know. Well, I am always told I could pass for twenty so who am I to correct him?

The smirk was gone, left with a blank expression which I took as shock that someone talked back to him. I decided to end this before he fires me, I glanced at the paper on the desk which has my schedule and my pocket watch. I looked back at him and said with the too sweet innocent voice of mine, "I think we are done here seeing that we aren't getting anywhere with this, I think I will take my leave now." I pushed my chair away from him, hes smart enough to take his hands off the armrests, while I lean over his desk to get the stuff which I assumed was mine.

While my hand was reaching for the pocket watch, I felt a much bigger body pressed behind mine, and I saw another arm reach and grab the watch. A hand that was definitely not mine.

And then a husky breath in my ear, "You can go, but if you think this is even anywhere near over, your wrong. Trust me, the Fuhrer may have placed you here, but once I find the smallest reason to mistrust you, you will be out of here."

I felt the weight behind me vanish and I turned around only to come nose-to-neck with my to-be-boss. I felt him slip the pocket watch into my hand and reach for my papers. Handing them to me he said in an all business like tone with a smirk "Dismissed." He then walked back to his seat.

Like hell I would let him have the last laugh! In front of his chair, looking at me he said "Close the door on your way out." I clapped my hands right before he sat down in his chair, performing my alchemy to make the air move the chair backwards. He didn't notice.

"Yes Sir!" I mock slauted and turned to leave. Hearing a thump, I started laughing.