This is a story I'm working on with a friend...so half the credits go there *bows head in thanks* It's a little something to beat the boredom and it was fun to work on...we shall continue it and see where it leads. =)
The early morning breeze of Briggs had an unusual chill that day. Olivier Mira Armstrong stood atop the roof of the fort, staring off into the distance. Taking in all the familiar surroundings that had brought peace to her troubled mind countless times. She had leave Briggs behind and head for Central later that morning.
It was going to be a bothersome trip. She could feel it in her gut. She hated meddling in the affairs of that part of Amestris, hated the way things were dealt with there, but it was something she could no longer avoid. Amestris needed to change and if she could somehow influence that transformation in any way, she was willing to give it a try. No matter how much it bothered her.
She had been summoned and would have to go no matter what. She exhaled deeply, and with a look stony determination, turned around and marched towards her fate.
Hours later, she stormed through the long corridor leading towards the Fuhrer's office, flanked on either side by her escorts from Central whom she thought spineless and weak. The whole of Central reeked of incompetence to her and she was afraid of catching the 'disease'. She frowned at the thought.
Central was buzzing with news of all the high ranking officers bring called in from all over. Roy Mustang had never been more grateful to be stationed in Central. The train ride from East was always rough.
Officers had been going in and out of the Fuhrer's office for the last week, receiving a series of newly instated evaluations. It more or less came down to whether or not they were satisfying their rank to the upper brass' requirements. Rumors of demotions were flying through Central, leaving Roy sweating until he'd gotten through his own evaluation. It hadn't been nearly as painful as the rumors had described, and he'd taken great pleasure in telling the newer recruits tales of an impromptu combat-style exam with the Fuhrer himself-which he'd passed with flying colors, of course.
Roy made his way to the Investigations unit, in the midst of a pointless mission for a better functioning hole-puncher for Warrant Officer Falman when he spotted her.
Eyes narrowed, he squinted down the hall after sweeping blond hair, face breaking into sly grin as he abruptly changed direction, following after her. She disappeared into the Fuhrer's office, and Roy glanced down at his watch. The evaluations barely took fifteen minutes.
He always had time to spare for the Major General, of course.
She wasn't looking forward to lay in store for her, but Olivier was never one to back away from a challenging situation. She had be the rumors of evaluations and the possible demotions of those who didn't pass. She wasn't worried though, certain she would breeze through whatever exam the Fuhrer threw at her.
A shrewd grin made it's way across her lips as she thought of the possibilities. She was ready for anything.
Just over fifteen minutes later, Roy, still leaning against the wall outside of the Fuhrer's office, heard the door open, creaking loudly, and saw a familiar blond step out. Raising a hand in greeting, he called out: "Major General, Sir! What an absolute coincidence that I should see you here." He made his way toward her, smirking. "You must be on the verge of melting, here."
Having completed the sword to sword spar in a record time of five minutes, Olivier replaced her sword within it's scabbard. That was much too easy, she thought. She was a little disappointed she had not sparred with the Fuhrer himself. The only other human who might have rivaled her own sword skills.
After getting through the mundane greetings and small talk with the other officials, with a quick salute to the Fuhrer she was out the door.
That's when she glimpsed it. The raven black hair and the the laid back figure of a certain cocky Colonel leaning against the wall. She was tempted to pretend she didn't notice and walk past, only to hear his voice speak to her.
A scowl crept up her face as she directed a disapproving gaze toward him and spoke with icy undertones, "I see your humor is as despicable as your attitude, Colonel. Didn't you scurry back to your hole yet?"
Roy graced her with his most charming of smiles, the sort that generally had women falling on his feet. With the Major General, it tended to have a more comedic effect.
"Hole? I've always found the North to be closer to that description, but to each his own." He glanced down at his watch. Noon.
"Well, I assume you've survived evaluations? Why don't I take you to lunch. My treat." When he didn't respond immediately, he added, "or I could just tell your brother that you're expecting him...?"
She recoiled at the disgusting smile he shone at her and knitted her brows, throwing daggers with her eyes and clenching her fist around the hilt of her sword. She was restraining herself from lashing out and wiping that smug grin off of his loathsome face.
"Hmph, survived is a understatement. Just try alerting my brother of my whereabouts and risk losing an arm, Mustang."
After a moment's pause a mischievous glint appeared in her eye, "Your treat? Well if you're okay with me bankrupting you out of every last penny you own than fine. I'll gladly accompany you."
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