A/N: Alright I've been wanting to find a way to do a good Fullmetal Alchemist story for some time now and this is what the result has become. So, just so people know, this is an alternate to my research series. It will involve my main character Cassi, as I love her oh so much and giving her shit is my way of getting through the day. SOOO! There you go. This will be an alternate story, like if I was to do Wrong Shirt, and make it FMA instead of Naruto. I have a few funny ideas for it, so it will be a comedy, I hope. So if you haven't read the first one, Research Never Meant to be Found, let me fill you in on something's.
*The last convention she went to she was attacked which left a big shark bite scar on one of her shoulders.
*She hasn't been to a convention since in this story.
Also I am dropping no stories, I am just trying to get my mind back on track since I'm back in school. Consider this to my readers a belated Christmas gift and new years.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Fullmetal Alchemist manga, merchandise, and or anime. I own Cassi, and her in whole body mind and soul.
Kid's Don't Drink Underage
Oh crap! I heard men behind me as I ran down the hall, security men to be exact. My best friend I heard shouting from the background for me to run faster. His voice booming into the air, a drunken slur with in it. To be honest, I was a little buzzed myself, however unlike him. I was a year, maybe a little more underage and didn't really think I would be carded by anyone.
I turned left at a cross section in the halls of the hotel I was in and saw a crowd of people ahead of me. That was something you could always count on when you were at an anime convention as big as the one here in Columbus, Ohayocon. Lots of people, and big crowds. However as I dug my feet deeper into the ground, upping the amount of speed in my sprint, I felt my heart skip two beats as two other security men appeared. I bit my lip immediately and stopped, turning my head left and right in search for an exit.
My body twisted as I spotted one, there was a group of stairs to my right that I knew would lead down into the food court, if I hadn't been to this con before, right now I would have been seriously screwed. My feet clunked along the way, the heels I was wearing making it difficult and causing slipping on a few stairs and forcing me to catch myself with the railing as I made it to the bottom. I could hear my other best friend, Kris screaming in the background too with Chip, while I fought back a curse.
There was muffled walkie talkie crackling in the background and another staircase to my right. If I wasn't careful I was going to get my ass cornered so badly. The last thing I wanted to was to be identified by these guys, then I might get a con ban, or even worse, the actual cops might end up getting involved with the situation. I didn't need a charge of underage drinking underneath my belt.
Damn it damn it damn it! There were no better words for right now except the ones I could pluck from a long list of obscenities as I moved down the stair case, using the railing to launch myself around the corner and into the air down it, landing causing myself to stumble for before I was turning into the cement floor entrance to the parking garage and pool. My vision blurred behind my glasses for a moment and black spots appeared as I grabbed the parking garage door and opened it.
A blast of fresh January air came to hit my hot sweat stained face. Limping slightly I entered and then winced looking over at a man smoking a cigarette, he simply glanced at me in which I raised a hand waving, while hunching over, other hand on my thigh supporting me while I wheezed.
I needed to work out more. Grow stamina for when things like this happened. Not that I knew they would exactly. At the age of 19, I was pretty sure that I looked at least 21, I mean, there had been plenty of people that had mistaken me for a mom when I was with kids… that was always a hit to the good old self esteem. But to get carded of here of all places, at the fricken Hyatt Regency and Greater Columbus Convention Center. C'mon!
"You look like you've been havin' fun." I looked up at the guy. It was an old man with a camera around his neck, he held the cigarette in his mouth and I watched his eyes move over to me as I slowly managed to stand up straight and shiver as the sweat on me was cooling down a bit. It had to be at least 20 degrees Fahrenheit if not colder out here. Shaking my head lightly I managed a slight grin.
"You don' know the half of it." He let out a chuckle at this. The clothing he was wearing was a sweater and a pair of jeans. I could see hiking boots on his feet that was covered in something… I stared for a few moments and then let it go as the nicotine of the cigarette smoke made me wince as I inhaled more than my fair share then coughed in my deep breath.
"It's too cold for you to be out here wearing something like that." I glanced at him again and then down at my form. For starters, I was wearing a female version of a male character and the majority of it, except for my shoes, and my undershirt, which was a dark blue spandex top that had been cut an inch my belly button with red lines over the shoulders and underneath the ribs with circles at the end of them, was made out of faux leather.
"Well." I began as I shifted in my zip-up, ankle high, heels, "They won't look for me here." I let my hands shove into my faux leather pockets and tilted my head into the faux fur that lined the collar of my faux leather vest, the white silk trim and black silk lining shifting against, "So I'll endure."
"Hrm…" He looked me up and down and raised an ashy gray eyebrow, my own brown copied as I looked at him through my spectacles. "So who are you supposed to be?"
"Fem-Greed." I replied simply, "I didn't want to buy a wig and do actual Greed." He looked confused for a few moments before I shrugged, the movement causing the leather bands that dangled off my wrists and hands to shift and bounce in the process.
"…So you're a weird female version of someone who only lasts nine episodes in the Fullmetal Alchemist Series?" I almost twitched and wanted to hit him before letting out a breath.
"Have you seen Brotherhood yet?" I tilted my head over and glanced at him not facing him any more. When he shook his head I chuckled lightly, "Well then you have no idea. Greed is badass. He's a character I connect to."
"He's greedy, who can't connect with that?" I blinked at that and tilted my head the other direction in thought. However it was cut short by the sound of yelling, I turned my head and flinched as I saw a security man, my body diving out of the way of the door and immediately down a row of cars.
There was more shouting, it echoed off the concrete in almost beat with the sound of my heels clacking against the ground as I felt my body heating up against the cold. It began to burn in my ears though and make me wince as my heart began to thud against my chest again, I could feel my hair lifting off my neck and whipping behind me as I spotted another group of stairs and ran for those. They were darker than the others but who knew how high up I actually was. The convention center was off ground for the most part after all and the hotel itself had so many fricken levels… 22 to be exact!
Taking a chance I grabbed the railing and began down. The man's voice rung out behind me.
"Good Luck To You Fem Greed!"
What a strange dude! I shook my head as I moved as quickly as my feet would carry me and immediately fought back a curse as I merely ended up on another level. There was the sound of the walkie-talkies and shouting coupled with running echoing down to me making me throw myself towards the side and look down. It looked like I had one more level to go and I was good to go. My eyes flicked over towards my left hand where the tattoo of the Oroborus was sharpie'd onto it. But Luck is what I could Use right now!
I heard feet on the steps and darted back to the entrance towards the next level behind it. I let my hand hit the railing and began down. Once I was clear to the street and I could run and then double back. Hopefully I wouldn't freeze in that time but right now wasn't really the time to think about that. My foot caught the edge of another step and I went jolting forward, my hand moving to grasp the railing as my other foot moved.
There were voices behind me and I looked over my shoulder, eyes widening at the two men that stood behind me. Both were security and they both scowled back at me. I felt my foot make contact and then slide as it hit ice.
There was no time to think anything but "SHIT!" as my eyes which had turned back in time saw as my foot that had caught the edge before, my left, shoved down and forced myself in the air. The stairs began to glide under me and before I lowered, the wrong foot moving forward, my left again, to catch me.
I let out a hiss as it hit a step making my upper half come forward again, my hand moving for the railing, it missed and head first I plummeted to the floor. I reached my hands up on instinct to try and catch my head, however I felt as the concrete bit into my head, white hot pain taking my vision as I immediately clutched my head.
I heard ringing in my ears as it blotted out the world, my breathing heavy as I gasped for breath and shook with it trying to see through it. I didn't hear the men any more as I shut my eyes and let out a snarl of pain and felt warmth against my hands. Oh god I was bleeding! Shit! My hand shoved against my head to put pressure on it immediately and my vision began to clear as I pushed myself to my knees and then my feet.
I didn't look behind me to see if the two men were any closer as I began to stumble forward, my legs hobbling me forward towards a door that read something in big red letters above it. There was a push bar on it that called to me as my hand fake tattooed left hand came up and pressed against it.
Good luck my ass. I managed to think as I shoved my weight against it and it gave way. I let myself stumble forward again and immediately felt disgust as another group of steps were staring back at me.
The pain distracted me from further disgust, but if I never saw any stairs in my life again, I would die happy. Slowly I managed to reach over and grasp the railing, placing a foot down on it. A heavy step followed, and then another, green light hovered over me as it was warmer here than it was outside, before I felt my foot catch again.
"GOD DAMN YOU NO!" I shrieked as I felt my stomach drop and my body jolt forward. My hand groped for the railing that it had slipped off due to the sweat that had accumulated in it. My throat tightened as I snarled out as my shoulder collided with a stair, my body turning from the force.
My head caught and the pain doubled as I hit the ground and rolled, coming to a stop on my back, I stared at the ceiling as it swam and let felt something warm pooling down around me.
Great, blood was going to get on the fur now, it wouldn't ever come out. I was so screwed. It had taken forever to make the vest and…
God my head hurt… I felt so heavy too; something came into my fuzzy vision and hovered over me, making me wince as I stared up. A voice spoke as I shut my eyes letting out soft breaths.
"I told you, you should have gone inside, it's too cold for you to wear clothes like that." Hands moved down and touched my face, "Now you've gone and bashed your head twice fem Greed-chan."
My breathing echoed in my ears as I felt my eyes shut slowly and felt the feeling of his hands press to my face. It felt good… oddly good. My mind however piped up something as my body began to relax.
Don't fall asleep in the cold, you'll freeze to death.
I shivered and forced my eyes to open. The man was still out of focus, the ceiling still swam, my head was cold. I wasn't going to fall asleep though. My hand pressed to the floor and I began to shove up. I was felt the man back up at this and a sound go through him before my eyes turned up to him. "…." I shoved my feet down to the ground and hopped up. Dizziness slammed into me and I fought back a snarl as black dots came into my vision.
My hand came up and covered half my face. I saw red on my glasses and winced for a few moments before I stood up straight again and my head felt light. "…That." I whispered out, "Was painful." My eyes turned over to the man with the camera, his own eyes wide as he stared at me before he let his lips pull into a smile.
Laughter began to go through him making my hand slowly fall. He grinned widely at me and I frowned, there was something odd about his teeth… however as I looked up at him he simply tilted his head at me and continued to grin widely. The green light covered his ash gray hair as it was slicked back before he leaned forward.
"You don't have much luck do you?" I watched as he pulled a crowbar up and tilted his head, "Pity." Vaguely I wondered what he was going to do with it, but I found out as he spun around and it slammed into the side of my head.
I was out before I hit the ground.
A/N: Short yes, I know. Let me know what you think!
