My dear friend Joy-child and I came up with these Ideas. This chapter will be very, very, very short! Just to let you Know but the others will be a lot better. And I own nothing. So onward!!!

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Fuery Get's a Diary.

Fuery sat alone in central, while his comrades were off doing….something. He sighed, trying his best not to be bored, but was failing miserably at it. It was so hard to concentrate on his work today. He didn't mean to but his mind drifted over to Hues…and he shivered thinking at his death.

It was hard to believe someone as big hearted as Hues could die…how could such a big heart stop? He sighed thinking, 'Come on don't depress yourself that happened weeks ago…it did…' But despite his self-scolding he did in fact, bring his own mind down, but that didn't last when he suddenly heard a very sharp voice, "FUERY!"

Crying out loudly he flew back falling out of his chair, heart racing from the fright he had just been given. A blonde woman leaned over him, a golden brow raised. "Are you alright?" Fuery nodded head hurting, "Yes Riza-san." She nodded and waited for Fuery to get back up in his seat. Once that was accomplished Riza placed a blue book on Fuery's desk.

But this wasn't just any book...oh no.

This book was powder blue with a big fat white sheep on the cover. It had a blue ribbon inside of it, and a kute tiny lock, with a very tiny key. "What...what is this?" Fuery finally asked flipping through it seeing it had blank pages, and a pen to go with it. And atop that pen sat a fat sheep once again. He raised his brow, his glasses sliding down his face. "Um...Riza-san? What is this...seriously?"

"Mustang thought this was a funny gift, it's a diary. And now it's yours," Riza stated calmly. He gawked at her mouth hanging open, "But I'm a boy!! Why are you giving me a diary!?" Riza raised a brow, " Do I look like the type who would keep a diary? And so what if you're a boy...you can use it as long as it's in the privacy of your own home, can't you? It's now yours...instead of a Diary, it's now a, "Journal." Don't worry...I won't say anything about this to anyone," And with that dull statement she turned on her heal walking rather calmly away.

Looking back down at the diary once more he banged his head on his desk. Sometimes he hated being a lower rank, especially around the awkward, colonel mustang, and the I-can-shoot-a-flea-off-of-a-dog-Riza. And then there was Armstrong who seemed to be plagued with sparkles, not that it bothered him. And then Havoc...the poor guy who could not get a girlfriend. Also there were the Elric brothers, the short-older brother had a temper, and the taller-younger brother was just cute.

"Dang it..." One Kain Fuery sighed, "I'm surrounded by weirdos..."

Looking back down at the journal he opened It up, and uncapped the pen.

"Dear Diary..."