A/N: Okay, so this takes place after the movie, but since I think the ending of the movie is stupid (hey! It's Fullmetal ALCHEMIST! Not Fullmetal I'm going to go trap myself in a different world and never use alchemy again! So, Ed gets to stay in Amestris and use alchemy) they sealed the portal off on just their side. I honestly think that would work, because the other side can't use alchemy, but, hey, I'm not the artist and I didn't come up with the plot, so I guess I don't get a say in it. Speaking of which, here's my disclaimer:
Okay, come on, people, do you REALLY think I own this? Of course not. I do not own Fullmetla Alchemist, or Roy Mustang, or Edward Elric (unfortunately).
Oh, also, this is an EdxOc pairing. ENJOY!
I leaned against the stone wall, staring at her dead body, a troubled look on my face.
Who did this? I wondered to myself.
Could it have been alchemy? But, no, her body was cut up by what seemed to be a sword.
"Tea, you done yet?" Scotty asked me.
"Huh?" His voice dragged me out my thought. "Uh, yeah, I guess so. I can't seem to gather anything from this."
"Well, I'll take her to the morgue, then," he replied, covering the body and taking her away.
I nodded, though I doubted he saw it. Marissa Shar. She was a good girl, smart, pretty, and rich. Why would someone kill her? And who? Maybe it was time to see him again.
"No," I said out loud. Everyone had gone home by now, so no one heard me. So I thought. "I won't resort to him. Besides, he wouldn't come all the way out to our sad hometown."
"You talking about your brother, girly?" A cold voice said.
I looked around, straightening, my thumb subconsciously rubbing my ring on my index fing with my transmutation circle on it. "Who's there?"
"No one in particular," the voice said. "But why does it matter to you? Since you know about my existence, I have to kill you."
"All I knew before you said that was that you existed," I said. "I never saw you as a threat until you said you were going to kill me. I was perfectly willing to brush this situation aside."
"A little late for that now," he said in mock sadness.
"Well, since you're going to kill me, why don't you show your face?" I asked.
"Hmm… I guess that wouldn't be a problem, would it?" A figure landed in front of me. He had spiky black hair, was wearing what seemed to be a tight, black, polyester jumpsuit thing, he had purple eyes, and he was quite the looker.
"Do you have a name?" I asked.
He hesitated, before saying, "Greed. The start of a new generation of homunculi."
Did he just say… "Homunculi?" I tried to back away, but the wall was right behind me.
Okay, now I'll go talk to Roy, I reasoned.
If you survive, my not-so-supportive side said.
Oh, shut your pie hole! I told it.
I had to move quick to survive this fight. I didn't need to kill him, just get him away from me, so I could get to Roy.
Just as he was about to stab me with his sword - I knew it! I cheered in my head - I spun to the side and clapped my hands together and slammed them into the ground. I was an earth alchemist, sister to the one and only Flame Alchemist.
I knew the wall of dirt wouldn't last for very long, so when I took off running I ran through the closest door I could. Coincidently, that door was to the back of the train station. Also coincidently, the train was just leaving.
There's something to be said about the Mustang Luck, my optimistic side thought as I hurried to jump onto the back of the train.
Yeah, but Roy seems to plan all of his 'luck', my less optimistic side said.
Oh, shut it! I shouted at it as I walked down the cars. I stopped at the very front car, where the conductor was.
I knocked, and one of the conductors assistants opened the door.
"Hey, Tea, what brings you on this train?" He asked. I was famous around town, but not for my alchemy skills (thought I think I might be famous for the lack of them). I was famous for my forensic skills. I was the best detective in this town (and possibly the only, at least in my generation). I solved crime after crime, and the town loved me for it. "Did you solve the murder?" He asked. Murders weren't common here, I mostly caught thieves.
"Actually, yes, I did," I said. "But you're not going to like the answer."
"Who did it?" The conductor, Drew, asked.
I blatantly ignored him. "Where is this train going?"
"To Central," Drew replied. "But what about that murder, Tea?"
I ignored him again. "Thanks, Drew." I turned, waiving over my shoulder, and leaving.
"So this is Central?" I wondered aloud. This was my first time here. After my brother left to become a Dog of the Military, I didn't speak to him. I hated him for what he did. Okay, I didn't hate him just his decision.
Though it was my brother I was seeing, I was suddenly worried with my appearance. I looked down at my black mini skirt and knee-high black heeled boots, and my tight, black tank top. I hoped this was acceptable appearance to meet with a General.
What are you so worried about? My motherly questioned. Incase you were wondering, my brain had many sides. This is Roy we're talking about.
Yeah, you're right, I agreed with myself. I quickly set off for Central HQ, my mid-back length black hair blowing gently in the slight wind. My black eyes filled with determination. He just had to help. He had to.
As soon as I walked out of the train station, I realized: I had no idea where the Military HQ was.
"Damn it," I said under my breath. When it came to getting directions, I was just as stubborn as most men. "Come on, Tea, Central HQ can't be that hard to find. In fact, it should be easy."
"I'm sorry, did you say you were looking for Central HQ?" A man behind me asked.
I turned to see a tall, muscular man in a military uniform. He had a blond mustache, and a blond strand of hair on top of his head.
"Um, yes," I said. "Uh, sir," I added hastily. "Yes, sir, I am. Could you help me?"
"Of course, miss, I would love to help you," he said. "My name is Alex Louis Armstrong, the Arm Strong Alchemist. Please, follow me."
"Thank you very much, sir," I said, more grateful that he approached me, rather than actually being grateful for him helping me.
"If you don't mind my asking, what do you need to do at HQ?" He asked, slightly turning his head back to look at me.
"Uh, um," I hesitated. I was pretty sure he was high ranking officer, but I wasn't sure if I could trust him. "It's, uh, personal business." I really hoped that was enough to satisfy him.
"Understood, I will not pry," he said, returning his attention to the front.
I gave small sigh of relief.
We where at Central HQ in a matter of minutes.
That was easy, I thought to myself.
"Here we are, miss," he announced.
"Thank you very much," I said with a bow. Wait, was I supposed to salute him?
Too late, my critical side scolded. He's leaving.
Oh, well, time to see Roy.
I walked up the steps, entered the building, and walked up to the desk where a secretary was sitting.
"May I help you, miss?" She asked.
"Yes, I'm here to see Brigadier General Mustang," I said. I might not have talked to him since I was seven (that makes it about eleven years, which makes me eighteen), but I kept up with the news. I knew his rank.
"Do you have an appointment?" She asked.
I needed an appointment. "Uh, yeah, I do," I lied, hoping she wouldn't check.
"Okay, go right ahead," she said, giving me the directions to his room.
She must be new, I thought. Why else wouldn't she check?
She saw the resemblance? My snarky side (yes, I believe that's the right word for it) said. I could practically see the smirk.
It wasn't until I passed through the door that led to his wing that I was actually stopped. When I entered, I paused, looking around. There was red carpet on the floor, and some paintings here and there, but other than that, not much décor. I looked at all the doors, and then saw his. The farthest one from me, with a plaque reading "Brigadier General Roy Mustang". I immediately headed for it, only to be stopped by a secretary at a desk next to his door (who I didn't even notice until she stopped me).
So close, I thought with my hand on the door.
"Do you have an appointment, ma'am?" She asked.
"Yes?" I said, but I was afraid it sounded too much like a question.
"Name?"
"Uh, Tea?" I said.
She looked through a rather large book. "There is no 'Tea' here, ma'am. I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave." She stood up and blocked the door.
"Please, I need to speak with him! It's life or death!"
"I'm afraid not, ma'am," she said, not moving. "Please leave before I call security."
"Let me through!" I was starting to shout. One thing Roy and I had in common was our temper control, or lack of it, as it be.
"This is the last time I will ask you to leave," she said. I could tell she was angry, but she had better control than me. "Please leave before I call security."
I was about to push her aside and enter when the door opened. There stood Brigadier General Roy Mustang. My older brother.
Of course, being his younger sister, naturally, the first thing I did when I saw him was laugh.
"I knew I recognized that temper," he said irritably. "What are you laughing at?" He half asked, half screamed.
"You're eye!" I finally got out. I could see a vein popping on his forehead.
"Sir, I'm terribly sorry," the secretary said. "I'll call security."
"No, no," Roy said, still angry. "I have time. Come on in, you little brat." Still giggling, I followed him.
He sat down at his desk and turned waited for me to cool down. Instead, I laughed harder. There was that popping vein again.
"What are you still laughing at?" He shouted.
"Y-y-your e-e-eye!" I stuttered through my laughs.
"Yes, what about it?" He growled.
I took a deep breath to calm myself. "Is it a new fashion statement or something? The eye patch?"
He sighed. "What are you doing here, Tea?" He asked.
I was about to talk when the door opened.
"Sir, I have your-" A female voice started, but then stopped. "Oh, I'm sorry. Am I interrupting?"
"Not at all, Hawkeye," he said. "Are those the papers I need?"
"Yes, sir!" She said, walking over to the desk. She had a brisk, military walk, and she seemed like the kind of person who kept to the rules. She had blonde hair pulled back by a clip, brownish eyes, and she was very pretty. As she handed Roy the (rather large) stack of papers, she gave him a look. A kind of who-is-this-person look.
"Hawkeye, meet my little brat of a sister," Roy said.
"Brat?" I asked irritably, my anger vein popping.
Everyone else in the room looked up.
"Sister?" A guy with glasses and black hair piped up.
"Mustang has a sister?" The other guy in the room said. He had blonde hair, and was smoking a cigarette.
"Unfortunately," Roy said.
"Unfortunately?" There goes another vein. And a third one at his smirk. "You… you… you… DESERTER!"
"Excuse me?" Roy stood up in anger.
"You heard me!" I shouted. "Deserter! You left me, mom, and dad! Not to mention our whole town! Which is the reason I'm here!"
"What, did a building burn down and now you're trying to blame me?" He asked in a teasing voice.
"No," I said angry. "A homunculus killed Marissa."
A/N: Ahaha, cliffy! Although, I feel kinda bad because I probably won't update. Sorry, guys, Spring Break is over, and I have work and school to worry about.