Chapter 1 – Monostiisim.

(Beginning)

I looked at him as he gazed out the window. I sat crossed legged on the couch in front of his desk. I twirled a strand of crimson hair around my finger and sighed. I have had this lecture before. My crimson red eyes glared at his back, and he could feel it. He turned to me.

"Blood…" he growled.

"Crimson…" I growled back. I hated it when he used my real name. I preferred to be called my nickname I created after three years in the military. "Roy…"

"Colonel," he snapped back. "Anyway, as I was saying, you have crossed the line," he held up a picture of me and a couple of the other guys in the military at a battle, well, a scrimmage. I laughed at the picture. I looked at him, trying to read his thoughts. Don't you dare! I heard him say with his mind.

"You are upset because I went scrimmaging with Havoc and Hughes?" I mocked, snatching the picture back from Mustang. "You are the saddest pervert I have ever met, Must-."

"Colonel!" he yelled, slamming his hand on the desk. I covered my ears from the blast of sound waves that came flying into my eardrum. My eyes, my ears, my taste, and my powers were heightened, far more than any human.

"God, dammit, Colonel! You know that hurts when you do that!" I yelled, letting a slight flame come from my hand. He rolled his eyes and sat back down at his desk. "Please," I tried to say in a nice tone. "Continue."

"Well," he said, completely shocked by the sheer force of my voice. "I have a punishment for you, and I think you might find it quite nice," he smiled, looking over my body. I made my eyes flash black, which told him of back off. "We have a young man, Fullmetal Alchemist, a State Alchemist, who has agreed to take on one of the most powerful fighter under my rein, of course, other than myself."

"So you signed him up with me?" I asked. He smiled, again, and looked my body over, again. "Get your eyes off of me, or your blood will be in my throat," I snapped. He took his eyes and brought them towards my own, and held it there. I glared at him with crimson eyes. "When and why?" I asked.

"Why? Well, because I want to see where he lies as a State Alchemist. You are the best fighter under me, so I signed you up against him."

"Does he know I am female, or worse, who I am?" I asked a little worried about what Mustang told this Fullmetal Alchemist. Mustang shook his head, and I sighed, thankfully. I took it he said no for both questions. "Good, no one other than you, Hughes, Hawkeye, and myself needs to know about that."

"Yes, I know," he mocked, with a slight laugh. He became serious in an instant. "Fullmetal doesn't need to know about this, Ok?"

"I intend to keep it a secret. Must you keep reminding me of what I have known for over 1000 years?"

"Yes, well," he said, coughing. "Fullmetal should be coming any-."

I smiled and stood up, opening the door a few feet behind me. In the hallway was a short little kid with blonde hair and golden eyes. He was just about to knock on the door. "He has been standing there for about a minute or two," I said, just to make the kid feel bad. I laughed. "So, Colonel, I have to fight this pipsqueak?" I could hear, if not see, the short little boy shaking in fury behind me. "You're upset?" I mocked.

"Colonel, I have to fight this girl?" he snapped. I rolled my eyes, trying to dig into his thoughts. I didn't get anything. It was blank in his direction. I could hear Mustang cursing me out, but, I ignored him. This small twerp was the first person I have ever met that I couldn't read his thoughts.

"You got a problem of fighting a girl?" Mustang asked. His words stung as my sensitive ears picked up his sound waves. He glared at me, and I heard his words in his head. You need to stop that, Blood.

"CRIMSON!" I yelled, getting ready to slit his throat with the sieve at my side. "You call me Blood one more time…" I growled. He shook his head. "You never told me when this battle was, Mus-," he coughed, and I caught myself, "Colonel."

"Tomorrow," he said. I stared at him. Tomorrow? Tomorrow was the night of the Full Moon!

"Tomorrow...?" I whispered.

"Part of your punishment."

"To kill this blonde haired bean boy?" I snapped. Fighting tomorrow would mean the death of shrimp standing next to me.

"You will not kill him!" Mustang snapped. I rolled my eyes. You will not kill him. You are not that weak. "Blood, meet the Fullmetal Alchemist, Edward Elric, Fullmetal, this is Blood."

"Crimson is my name, Ed," I said, my voice still filled with anger. "And do not underestimate my spells and powers."

"You mean alchemy?" he asked. I shook my head, while leaving Mustang's office.

"No."