Disclaimer: I wish I owned Fullmetal Alchemist, but I don't. I'm just a crazy fan. Happy? Fullmetal Alchemist is copyrighted to Hiromu Arakawa. Story and Art by Horomu Arakawa. I own NOTHING!!!

Chapter Summary: Roy is ordered to write a list of 10 reasons why he should be promoted.

Rating is subject to change, but most likely will stay at T. I was gonna write this fanfic about snow and stuff…but I suddenly had this mad idea, so I wrote my mad idea. After I wrote the first paragraph, I got another mad idea. So here it is- Vonna Plum's Doubly Mad Idea!!!

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10 Reasons

T for now

Chapter 1: Chicks dig high ranks.

It was a beautiful snowy day at Central, the snow piling up a pretty even half a metre on the ground and the snow still drifting innocently to the ground. A black haired man, going by the name Roy, was standing at the window of a large building, his eyes ever analysing. His concentration based solely on doing practically nothing at all.

"Sir?"

A feminine voice ushered him back to reality. He turned from the window and sat down at his desk. He looked at the voice's owner, and replied,

"Yes…?"

"The Fuhrer wants you to write ten reasons why you should be promoted." She stated, getting straight to the point.

"Ten?!"

"That's what I said, Colonel."

Roy sighed and pulled out a sheet of paper and a pen.

"Is he losing his memory? He knows why I want to be promoted." Roy said to himself before writing "Roy Mustang's Reasons to get Promoted" at the top of his page.

"Just do it, sir."

"Fine, fine, as you were before then, Lieutenant Hawkeye." Roy sighed again.

"You mean, when I was doing your paperwork?" Her voice was cold and rather annoyed.

"You know it." Roy smirked. She narrowed her eyes and walked off to her own desk.

Half an hour later, all Roy had written was "1. I want to change the way the government is run." And a few little flames scribbled on the corner of his page.

He looked up at his Lieutenant. Her blonde hair fell into her eyes slightly; the rest was clipped up at the back. Roy had only seen her with her hair down once, and that only time was when she took it down only to redo it again a few seconds later. Her face was perfectly shaped and her uniform was kept well.

'Too bad it's not that showy…' Roy thought to himself. Heck, all he saw was her face, neck and hands. If he was lucky he would see her arms, but otherwise, she was covered up- very well.

Another hour later, Roy had finally decided he was done.

"Riiiii-zaaa…" Roy dragged out. His eyes were drooped in boredom.

"Don't call me that. What is it, sir?" Riza said, annoyed at the fact that he had broken her concentration.

"I'm done…Riza." Roy stated, regretting calling her Riza again. She was probably going to-

Yup.

Riza stood infront of Roy, holding a gun straight at his nose.

"I feel calling each other by the first name is unprofessional and un-needed in the office," Riza hissed coldly, "…sir." She added onto the end.

Roy pushed the gun out of his face quite easily, and handed her a piece of paper.

"Here, give this to the Fuhrer." Roy ordered.

"Uhh…" Riza looked down at the paper.

'Roy Mustang's Reasons to be Promoted

1. I want to change the way the government is run.

2. I said I would.

3. Chicks dig high ranks.

4. To change the female military uniforms so that they show more skin

5. Why did you have to choose ten, sir?

6. I can't think of anything else!!!

7. This is your form of torture isn't it?!

8. Making me think so much…dying…dying…

9. Oh here's one; I want to change the uniforms so that women have to wear tiny miniskirts.

10. Damn! I've already said that! Oh look, I've reached 10. I'm done.'

"What is it?" Roy asked. Riza inspected the little rows of flames at the top and bottom of the page.

"Uhh, with all due respect, sir, I don't believe you should give something like this to the Fuhrer. Let alone put 'damn' into one of your reasons" Riza stated.

"Oh really? Why?"

"Well, for one, you only have one good reason on this thing, and two, I don't think your page should be decorated with little flames." Riza said in such a tone it made her sound like she was stated the obvious.

"Oh, it'll be fine, now off you go." Roy waved his hand in front of her face in a brash motion.

"But, sir, you can't-"

"I said, go." Roy ordered.

"…Yes, sir." Riza saluted and walked out the door.

Riza walked down the hallway and up a lift to the top floor, which was where the Fuhrer's office was.

She knocked on the door and waited for the Fuhrer's permission to come in.

"Come in." The Fuhrer's voice rang out. Riza slipped through the door, stood at attention and saluted.

"Ahh, Lieutenant Hawkeye. Do you have Mustang's reasons?"

"Yes, Sir." Riza walked up to his desk and placed it facing down on the front of the desk.

"Good, thank you, Hawkeye." The Fuhrer said in a dismissive way. Riza saluted again and then left.

A few moments later, the Fuhrer picked up the piece of paper and read it. He gapped at the paper and then slowly read out to himself,

"'Chicks dig high ranks'?"

End of Chapter One.

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Tada!!! R&R Please.

This is set...Before the Pride/King Bradley died, but after Ed became Fullmetal.

Next part coming up, I'll put it up when it's done (well, duh). 'Til then, See ya.

Original Written Date: Finished 2:43PM , 14th July 2007.