Roy Mustang and the Mysterious Assassins Chapter 1, a fullmetal alchemist fanfic

Author note: This is the product of my boredom in school. I took what was supposed to be my Spanish journal and flipped it upside down, turned it around, and started writing this story in it. I already have three chapters written. R&R

Disclaimer: I own nothing

Warnings: T for slight swearing

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It was a cheerful sunny day; the birds were chirping, the chipmunks were digging up acorns, and the 14-year-old Fullmetal Alchemist was desperately trying to escape his 13-year-old brothers metal grasp.

They were in Eastern to turn in their monthly report to the Colonel. Ed, of course, strongly disliked the Colonel and did not look forward to their meetings. Al only wanted to go so badly because he wanted to talk to Lieutenant Hawkeye; the two had plenty in common and were good friends.

Ed did not try to run away until they arrived at headquarters.

"You know Al," he said, "You can go turn our reports in. I will just be at that park across the street. See ya!" Ed turned around to run away, but found that his feet were no longer touching the ground. Al had picked him up by his armpits as his feet flailed wildly.

"Oh no Brother," Al said cheerfully. "I am not a state alchemist, so I can't turn in a report by myself."

Even facing this impeccably logic, Ed fought all the way to the Colonels office. Al put him down, still keeping a stern grip on his arm, before opening the door.

Havoc, Breda, Falman, and Fuery were all sitting at their desks and Havoc was in the process of flicking a paper football across the room. Breda tore his gaze away from the paper football to stare at the Elric brothers and the wayward object bounced off his head. He glared at the laughing Havoc while Ed approached Roy's office.

He tapped the door once, so lightly that it made almost no sound.

"There is no one here, let's go." He said, and tried to walk away. Al put a hand on Ed's shoulder and used the other to knock firmly on the door. After a few moments, Hawkeye opened the door from the inside and gestured for the boys to come in.

Ed gave one last struggle but failed yet again as Al pushed him through the door.

Colonel Roy Mustang was sitting at his desk, smirking at the pair. It appeared as if he and Riza had been having a meeting, just the two of them, before the brothers arrived.

Ed pulled out a folded piece of paper from one of the many pockets in his red jacked and dropped it on Roy's desk with a huff.

"Here is your report, Colonel-bastard."

Roy smirked, "Is your brother here Al? I can't seem to see him over my desk."

"WHO ARE YOU CALLIN SO SHORT THAT YOU WOULDN'T EVEN BE ABLE TO SEE THEM UNDER A MICROSCOPE!" Ed yelled angrily, stomping his feet and glaring at his least favorite superior officer.

Roy shifted his gaze to the livid teen, "Oh, there you are. Let's hear it, have you made any progress?"

There was a momentary stare off between the man and the teen as Riza shut the door. She went to stand in the corner of the room with Al as Ed stuck his hands in his pockets and slouched slightly.

"It was a dud," he grumbled, "They have never even heard of the philosopher stone in Lily, let alone have one."

Roy nodded, "Anything else?"

"No."

"Alright," Roy pulled a photo off his desk, "I want you to go meet this man. 2nd Lieutenant Baxter, at the library and bring him here."

"Why should I?" Ed did not like being told to do anything, it rubbed him the wrong way.

"Because it's an order. Now go."

Ed left, crumbling the picture in his fist and grumbling under his breath about obstinate Colonels. Al said goodbye to Riza and followed his brother out. As the door shut behind them, Riza moved to stand in front of Roy's desk.

"Are you going to invite the boys to the press conference this afternoon?" she asked inquisitively.

Roy nodded and grinned, "It's about time to bring them into the loop."

"That's true," Riza said quietly, before saluting. "I will be going back to my paperwork now, Sir."

"Dismissed."

Riza opened the door leading into the main office and snatched the paper football, which was conveniently soaring past her face, right out of the air. She glared at Havoc who was grinning sheepishly, and sat down at her desk.

The office was silent as everyone worked. Unfortunately, nothing good lasts for long and there was a confident knock on the door. The Elrics were back, and they brought 2nd Lieutenant Baxter with them.

He was a few inches taller than Roy with short brown hair. When he followed Ed into the room, his eyes scanned over all of the people present, lingering slightly on Riza. He smiled slightly at her, but she ignored him and went over to the door that led to Roy's office.

"Please follow me 2nd Lieutenant Baxter," she said, and opened the door. The two went through and Riza dismissed Ed before closing the door behind her.

She went to stand in her usual place behind Roy while Baxter snapped to attention

"2nd Lieutenant Baxter reporting for duty!"

"At ease," Roy said, "What is your full name?"

"Adam Baxter, Sir." Baxter had only relaxed his stance slightly, still seeming uneasy in the presence of his two superior officers.

"Area of expertise?"

"Electricity alchemy," Baxter declared, "I can make sparks and power small appliances, but since it is rather useless in a fight I was unable to become a state alchemist."

"Roy nodded, "Alright, why did you transfer under my command?"

Baxter hesitated slightly, "I was looking for a change of pace. And some warmth, because I was at Briggs, and it was cold."

If Roy found this response suspicious, he did not show it. "Lieutenant Hawkeye will assign you a desk and introduce you to the other men. Dismissed."

Baxter and Riza both saluted and went back to the main office. Ed and Al had left, and all of the men stared at their new comrade. Riza broke the silence.

"This," she began, " Is 2nd Lieutenant Baxter. Baxter, meet everybody. I am 1st Lieutenant Hawkeye, this is 2nd Lieutenant Havoc, 2nd Lieutenant Breda, Master Sergeant Fuery, and Warrant Officer Falman." She gestured to each man as she named them. "That desk there is yours. You will be responsible for some of the offices paperwork and you report directly to Colonel Mustang. If you have any questions, feel free to ask."

Baxter nodded and Riza left him to his thoughts. She still had a lot of paperwork to fill out before the press conference that afternoon.

A few hours passed, and Baxter personalized his desk in that time. All it needed was a little more color, maybe something bright orange, before he would be satisfied with it.

At about noon, the whole office except for Roy and Riza took their lunch break. The men, including Baxter, went to the mess hall to get some regulation slop and get to know the new guy better.

Once they were gone, Roy came out of his office. Riza stood up and saluted as he approached her.

"Lets go." Was all he said, Riza nodded and followed him out. They were on their way to a press conference about the Ishvalan war and the veterans who survived it. Both Roy and Riza were invited to speak, but only Roy accepted. It would be better for his image if he was the only one in the office participating, and he felt safer with Riza guarding him instead of waiting to speak in a line off stage.

The whole thing was being held in an auditorium on the southern side of the eastern HQ. When Roy and Riza arrived, there was a soldier on stage talking about the glory of war.

Roy mentally scoffed at the press, whom were eating it all up, and went to wait for his turn to speak. He didn't have to wait for long because there was nobody in line.

He walked up on the stage, Riza following two paces behind. Roy stopped at the microphone and stared out at the crowd of reporters.

"Hello," he said, "my name is Colonel Roy Mustang and I am a veteran of the Ishvalan war. I will answer your questions the best I can."

The reporters all raised their hands, and Roy pointed to one in the fourth row.

"How do you feel about the Ishvalan rebellion? Was it truly, as most claim it to be, a glorious campaign?"

Roy blinked once before speaking, "The Ishvalan rebellion would be more aptly named the Ishvalan ma…"

There was a loud BANG; the sound of a gunshot, and Roy felt himself being shoved to the ground as another one rang out. He glanced behind him and gasped.

"Shit, Hawkeye!" there was blood, too much blood, and it was coming from the wrong person.

End note: Chapter one complete. This actually took up 7 and a half pages of notebook paper, but didn't turn out to be that long.

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