Alrighty, this is a Full Metal Alchemist story I'm putting together.

First, I haven't watched the movie… but I have watched all of the episodes. I don't know when Ed comes back in the movie, from what I read on I think he does… in this story, he's on the other side of the Gate, and he's been there for 15 years… if you don't like it, or whatever, don't read it… just because I might have altered the story a bit, doesn't mean you need to flame me or w/e… alright, cause this is fair warning.

Thanks, Darkness Surrounding

Disclaimer – I don't own Full Metal Alchemist…

She opened the door, walking up the many stairs to his office, her eyes held anger a lot of it… making people that were standing in front of her, blocking her path move out of their way.

Coming to the big oak doors she knocked once before opening the door calmly, and promptly slamming it shut, waking up her commanding officer.

A small bundle of paper was thrown onto his desk as the young woman sat down glaring daggers at him.

Brigadier General Roy Mustang took in the sight with an amused eye before saying, "I see you had a, rough… week?"

"Rough would be an understatement…" She growled. Her blonde hair falling down her shoulders as she concentrated more on it than on him…

"You blew up a building?!" He yelled.

Her golden eyes snapped shut and she groaned. "5, and it wasn't my fault… well it sorta was but… that doesn't count!"

"Aaron! How can it not be your fault?! From the report… it was alchemy that blew up those buildings!"

"… Anyone coulda done the alchemy…" Aaron murmured quietly to herself.

"You were in a place where people were scared of alchemy…!"

"Well… read the stupid report closer and you'll see that there was another person there, and he used alchemy!" She replied.

"…Yeah, and who was it that knew alchemy, in a non-alchemic place… reports aren't supposed to be fictional…" Roy sighed.

Aaron looked at him, before standing up and lifting the front of her shirt just up to her ribs, there was a wrap that had blood trying to come through the gauze, turning to her side was facing him she showed him her ribs which had a wrap around them as well, purple, red, black and blue were showing around the gauze.

"Are you saying I would have done that to myself?" Aaron looked at him tiredly.

"Those, were alchemy marks, I'm sorry."

Aaron sat back down carefully, "When's my next mission?" She asked changing the subject.

"To go to the banquette with the Fuhrer tonight." Roy replied, since the last Fuhrer was elected into parliament, the guy had been after Aaron, since he met her.

"Why?" Her questioning gaze met his black onyx eyes. "I'm 15, he's what…? 35? 40…?"

"He requested it, bought you a dress as well, here." Handing her a white box, this had been sitting beside him since the Fuhrer's secretary had come to deliver the note and the clothes.

Taking the box into hand she opened it, "Oh my god." She sighed.

It was a deep pink dress, way to thin for something in the winter, and to short. Standing up she held it up to herself.

"My coats longer then this thing…" She groused.

"Probably, considering your coat goes to your knees." Roy smiled slightly when she laughed.

A light knock at the door alerted them and as Roy stood up she tossed the box on the chair hurriedly after tossing the dress into it. Turning she saw…

"Riza!" She grinned going up to the older woman.

"Aaron, your mission go okay?" The other blonde asked, hugging the younger girl.

"… Um… Wonderfully?" Aaron smiled.

"Do I want to read the report?"

"Probably not."

"What would you like, Hawkeye?" Roy asked.

Riza saluted him before answering, "The Fuhrer wants to know how Aaron liked her dress. I figured she would be here."

"Um… it's a little cold to be wearing something like that, but no worries, I'll fix it." Aaron grinned rubbing her hands together.

Blue static charge came from her hands as she rubbed them together.

Both of them watched as she took the dress and placed it on the tall bookshelf, clapping her hands together, she touched the dress. It became a midnight black, red at the bottom and at the top of her chest was a red band that kept the dress from falling down, it not having straps and all, it became longer, going down to the bottom of her ankles, then the light disappeared and Aaron turned to them stepping out of their way so they could see the creation.

"Colonel, may I borrow your shoes?" Her eyes were soft, a sweet smile on her lips, innocent.

Looking at her strangely, he did as she asked. Taking them she grinned evily at Riza for a moment before turning back, the evil grin gone.

"You wouldn't mind if I borrowed your scarf would you, sir?" Aaron asked sweetly.

"Um, sure?" Roy asked his eyebrow rose as he watched her go to the coat rack and take the blue scarf.

Setting the two together she clapped again, each hand going to one of the two objects. The shoes became 1 inch high black heels and the scarf became a dark red and black scarf, to hang over her shoulders.

"You know, that was my only pair of shoes." Roy said, looking at her with an agitated eye.

"That glare, would be more powerful, if you had 2 eyes." The glare was gone from her again.

"The Fuhrer also wants to know when you'll be ready." Riza continued.

"When's the banquette?"

"At 7, its 5:34 now. They need to be a half hour early."

"Half hour eh'? Gimme 25 minutes." Aaron said, grabbing her clothes and shoes she looked at Roy again with golden eyes.

"Brigadier General Sir." She saluted, "Thanks for the shoes." Aaron grinned, before taking off again.

"Hey!" Roy shouted.

Riza turned and smiled at him.

"She's exactly like her father, in almost every way."

"Yeah…" there was a faint hint of sadness in his eyes, then it was gone.

A/N

I hope you enjoyed the first chapter, XD, this is my first FMA fanfiction… no pairing yet…

Also, I need a name for the Fuhrer… lol, help!