There's always those two chemicals, that should never be combined. Of course, he was an idiot, and decided to combine them anyways.

The flame, of course, grew larger with every chemical that he fed to it.

The boy's eyes grew wide in amazement as the fire grew. Power. He felt like he was a god, and that he could just let the flames lick his bare chest and cause him no pain.

His ivory skin glowed, and he laughed in delight. His jubilant bellow was low, deep, and harsh.

She stood outside the door, hearing his laughter. He sounded like a maniac.

He was letting the fire consume him. It coiled around his arms, and yet he did not burn.

"Mr. Mustang!" The young woman shouted, throwing the door open. She staggered back, the flames looking like an inflamed badger with the boy imprisoned within it.

He turned to look at her, growling, like some ignited beast. She was afraid, oh, yes was she afraid, but she began to reach for the boy's arm. Hoping to pull him out of the fire, she grabbed his hand.

The fire crawled up her arm, threatening to consume her too. Despite the pain, and the tears that she cried, she refused to let go of the young man. She wouldn't scream.

The blazing savage lashed on her, the flames grazing her cheek, and turning a small bit of the skin black with ash.

Now, she screamed, releasing his hand. As she ran out of the room sobbing, the flames binding him broke, leaving him standing barefoot, and bare chested as before in a pile of ashes.

His pants were singed, and his skin was burned just a tad, but it seemed petty compared to what he had done to hurt the poor virgin.

He lost sense at that point. Running through the house after her, he searched every room, calling her name.

She slid past the window, and that's when he saw her, running through the rain as far away from the house without falling into a puddle.

He flew outside after her,

"Miss. Riza!"

He grabbed hold of her waist from behind, and held her in a tight clasp. Despite her fidgeting and screaming, he buried his face in her shoulder.

She finally stopped shrieking, and fell to her knees, soiling both of them and their clothes.

He paid no heed. Instead, he just tried to convince her that she was safe.

"I won't hurt you."

"No," she moaned, "no, no, no, don't come any closer."

"Do you remember that?"

"How could I forget, sir?"

He smirked, and rested his chin in his hand, putting more weight on her desk.

"So many years ago, you didn't want me anywhere near you, and now you can't keep your hands off of me at times."

She looked up,

"And what times would those be, sir?"

That playful grin of his only got larger,

"Oh, you know…dates…"

"For the record, sir, you're the one who's always coming onto me."

He winked,

"That's not the case in my bedroom, Hawkeye and you know it."

She squeaked, blushed, and covered her mouth,

"SIR! That's very inappropriate, and has absolutely no relevance to the topic at hand."

He sighed,

"You should know this by now. When it comes to me, Lieutenant, sex is always relevant to the topic at hand."

(A long-awaited story written for the fantabulous emi3chan-if you haven't read her stuff yet, I suggest you do-and I'm really,really, really, really, really, sorry that it took so long. I just finished school, so I had a lot of work to do in order to make it to high school. Yeah, the end was a little bit of Roy-ness for ya, since ya know, that's just who he is.
I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist, because that would just be a Fullmetal Disaster.

Once again, emichan, I'm REALLY sorry this is late.

~Ricey)