Moon-chan: I just recenty renewed my love for FMA and I had to write a fanfiction for it. I have an easier time coming up with stuff when using OC's so I'll be doing that in this fic just like I do with my others. I hope you enjoy it and please review. This will be continued….I do not own FMA just the character Lunara Chos….and in case you all haven't guessed yes I do have an obsession with the moon.
A girl who was only five feet tall walked into Central command her face shadowed by the black cloak that she wore. On her waist she wore a chain from which hung a silver pocket watch telling everyone around her what she was. As she walked her eyes scanned those around her until she came to a door. At this door she knocked, when she heard the faint enter come from the other side she opened the door and then closed it. Once the girl entered the room she was pulled into a hug that took the breath out of her. "Can't breathe," she gasped. The tall, muscular man that had pulled her into a hug put her down.
"Sorry, Lunara, we just haven't seen much of you in recent years," the man said with tears coming down his face.
"Major, I was on an assignment," Lunara, for that is the girl's name, said as she went to stand in front of the desk where another man sat. "Fuher Mustang, Lunara Chos, reporting," Lunara said as she stood at attention in front of the desk where her commander sat.
"At ease Shadow," Mustang said while he looked the young woman in front of him in the eyes. Lunara relaxed her stance, and made a face as she did so. She never liked it when people called her by the name she was known as since she was a state alchemist.
"You know I hate it when I'm referred to as the Shadow Alchemist, so why do you insist on calling me that," she growled at the older man as she sat down.
"He enjoys making people angry at him, Luna," a blond woman said coming into the room.
"Hello Riza," Lunara replied in greeting to the sub-captain.
"Check out my muscles!" Lunara turned in her seat and eyed the nearly bald man that was shouting about his body.
"Major Armstrong," she said irritated, "will you please stop that. I seriously have a headache." The grown man started to pout, and Lunara sighed. "Seriously, major, you aren't a child." Mustang started to laugh; he loved how this girl was even more fun to mess with than Edward Elric had been when he was still able to use Alchemy. At the sound of his laughter Lunara leaned back in her chair a look of distain taking over her beautiful features. "What is it that you wanted to see me about any way Mustang," she said her cloak still covering what she was wearing beneath it.
"I was wondering if you found out anything that would enable Edward Elric to regain his ability to use Alchemy," he told her bluntly.
"I see," Lunara said her sliver eyes thoughtful. "I have in a manner of speaking come across something that might help, but it is up to him whether or not he can do alchemy or not. As far as anyone, but you all know I'm a humble flower vendor. The only time I have this watch on me is when I come into Central. I'm always covered by shadows when people try to see my face."
"I know, but the Shadow Achemist is a legend to everyone else. We didn't know you really existed until you showed yourself to us a year ago when I became the Fuher. Why is it that you don't want to be known as the Shadow Alchemist anyway?"
"It's because of the fact that I don't like people to know that I know how to do those sorts of things. I don't like it when people think that they can use me and leave me, so I don't want people to know. I was hurt before because of Alchemy," she said referring to the death of her parents and older brother in the Ishvalan War of Extermination.
"Then why do you practice it," Riza asked in a mild tone.
"I want to help people, and just selling flowers isn't going to do it, so I started to study." Lunara shrugged. "Returning to the subject though, you want me to go to Resembol to show Edward Elric how to get his alchemy back although he gave it up willingly to get his brother back," she said her pewter eyes narrowed on Mustang.
"Yes, I need to be able to ask him for help with things if worst comes to worst."
"Alright, but this isn't going to go over well with his wife you know. If he starts traveling all over like he did when he was younger she'll feel very upset."
"How do you know all this," Armstrong asked as he took a seat.
"I'm the Shadow Alchemist, there is little that I don't know."
"That doesn't explaining anything; I was asking how you knew all this?" Lunara sighed as she turned around to face the man that was trying his best to understand what she was talking about.
"Major Armstrong, have you ever wondered why when you're alone in a room that you feel like someone is watching you," she said tapping her finger against the arm of her chair.
"Yes, but the only thing that is in the room with me is my shadow as well as the furniture in the room." She smiled when he said shadow, and then it dawned on him, she was able to use the shadows and what they had seen and heard to learn information. "You have the ability to do surveillance without ever entering in a building," he said in awe. Lunara rolled her eyes as the hood of her cloak fell to reveal her crimson streaked brown hair.
"If that's what you call it then yes, that's why the Fuher is the only one that usually knows about me. Of course Bradley never got to know about me considering that I knew what he was the minute I sensed his shadow." She stood, "Now if that's all, then I need to be going. I'll be leaving town tomorrow to go see the brothers. If you want this to work Mustang keep to your work." With that the small young woman disappeared through the door leaving a group of startled adults in her wake.