110-28-06 10:31 P.M.

Disclaimer:// I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist in any way, shape, or form.

If you think the world is too cold,

Kindle fires to warm it. Mother Theresa.

"But... But... SIR!? BE REASONABLE!" a twitchey teenager asked her master. She had just below shoulder length hair, and deep, ruby, eyes. Across her face, from her left temple, was an elegant scar earned from a sword-fight. It cut down across her left eye, down the bridge of her nose, and to the right side of her jawbone. She wore a black tank-top, which revealed a left automail arm. It was extremely beat-up, dull, and scratched, like the soul of the person it belonged to. She wore faded black jeans, torn at the knees, revealing her two, automail legs, both just as bad as the arm. The Ishbalan brushed her hair out of her eyes, and looked over her shoulder, drawing a long, thin, black sword.

"Calm down, Aluesonor... It's only Rick." The white-haired twenty year old commanded. An X-shaped scar crossed his red eyes. He wore a tan jacket, and black pants, with military boots.

In fact, the little boy standing before the two, was panting.

"M-Miss Alue!!! Scar-sir!! Come quick! There's been an accident!" the eight-year-old explained. He was missing a front tooth, that would never come back. Tears stained his grimy face. Alue and her master, the scarred man, looked down at the little boy.

"Rick? Where's-" Aluesonor began to ask. She stopped, and sighed, looking back at her master. "Leo..." she muttered. "Rick.. Was Leo involved!?" she instantly asked. The tiny child slowly nodded his head. He took off, his sandals stomping against the pavement of the sewers. Alue sheathed her blade, and looked up at Scar, a look of utter shock on her face. "Scar-sama... I... I saw it happen... I KNEW SOMETHING LIKE THIS WOULD HAPPEN!!! THIS ISN'T JUST COINCIDENTAL!!!" she screamed. Scar put his left hand on her shoulder, and shook her roughly.

"CALM DOWN." he roared over her yelling.

Alue blinked a couple of times, and slowly nodded her head. She looked back at where the child, Rick, had vanished into the darkness. She put her right hand to her mouth, and whistled. A stomping sound reached their ears. A solid, black, mare skidded to a halt; her unshooed hooves had no traction against the damp, slippery sidewalk. "Thanks, Midnight..." Alue cooed, heaving herself onto the mare's bare back. She reached out a hand, and helped Scar up as well.

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