The Bending Alchemist – a Fullmetal Alchemist story
Prologue
I'm just going to get this out of the way. I do NOT own Fullmetal Alchemist. Thank you, enjoy.
"I apologize for the bumpy ride, but here in the countryside automobiles are rare indeed," said an elderly man at the reins of a horse drawn wagon. The wagon rode across a long road surrounded by fields.
"That's all right. This has its own charm," responded a devilishly hansom man in a blue military suit sitting in the back of the wagon. He had black hair and eyes.
"So. What brings you to the Elric house Lt. Colonel Mustang?" questioned the elderly man.
"I've heard reports of two brothers with a gift for Alchemy so I came to meet them myself," answered Mustang.
"I see scouting for new state alchemists are you? But why send an officer all the way from east HQ?"
"Finding and recruiting talented alchemists is part of my job. To be honest, with all the losses we've taken in the civil war, we need all the new recruits we can get."
"I can't wait to see the look on those kids faces when they see such a high-ranking officer standing at their door."
"..."
"Did you say kids?"
"Yes, sir."
"It says right here… Resembool Village, Edward Elric, 31 years old…" Mustang shuffled through some papers.
"No, sir. He's 11 year's old and his brother is a year younger," responded the elderly man.
"What's the meaning of this, 2nd Lt. Hawkeye!?" questioned a confused Mustang, with his nose still deep in the papers.
"It would appear that either this document came though a time vortex, or some one made a grave error," answered a woman with short blond hair and brown eyes.
"..."
"Why don't you just meet them before you make your decision?" The wagon continued down the road and Mustang continued to look over his papers.
(OK, I'm down copying the manga. The rest is mine. Well, except for most of the characters, but it is a fanfic.)
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Soon the wagon passed a capped stranger walking the same way as the wagon was going. The stranger's face was covered by long, messy, black hair. Not much else could be seen of this person.
"I wonder what a ," Mustang thought to himself, "Not that it really matters." He had given up looking though the papers.
As the wagon started to ease up a hill the woman appeared to be looking up. When they reached the top of the hill Mustang's eyes meet the women's. Time seemed to slow as a cold chill ran down his spine.
The women's eyes were a shocking deep blue. They were as blue as the sky on a cloudless day like today, maybe even more so, but they didn't contain the warmth the sun offered.
But the blueness wasn't the only thing that scared Mustang. With every second that passed it felt like the women was diving deeper and deeper into his mind.
Finally the wagon pulled over the hill and their eye contact broke. Warmth rushed back to Mustang's body and he realized he had been holding his breath. He inhales and remembers something.
He stands. Hands shoot for his pocket. He jumps out of the wagon and dashes for the top of the hill. Behind him, he can hear Hawkeye cocking her gun.
All he can do is stand there, frozen. The woman is gone.
"Is something wrong Sir," questioned Hawkeye.
"No, just thought I saw something," answered Mustang putting his gloves back into his pocket. "Where could she of gone? This road is surrounded by fields, she couldn't hide," he argued in his head, "Or maybe I just imagined her."
"Sir, we need to go."
"Yes, I'm coming," Mustang glances back at the spot he had seen the woman one last time before climbing into the wagon.
"Sorry Lt. Colonel Roy Mustang, the Flame Alchemist, but I can't let the military find me just, quite, yet," said a woman with long, messy, black hair and eyes bluer than the sky. She watched the wagon make its way to a small little town from her perch, thirty feet in the air.
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3 years later
"Big Brother, does it even say if our new accomplice is a man or a woman?" asked a suit of armor.
"No. The only thing it says is 'come to my office immediately to meet your new partner' nothing more nothing less," answered an annoyed short boy with blond hair and amber eyes. "If there's one thing that Mustang's good at its not telling us anything," he said crushing a piece of paper.
"Well I can't wait to meet him or her," stated the suit.
"Let's just get this over with."