Hey guys! This is my first attempt at writing fan fiction since like 6th grade so any comments and reviews would be beneficial and greatly appreciated! Just a fair warning the first couple chapters will be non eventful, they're just setting up the scene and stuff! ^_^ Also, this is going to more than 90% turn into an EdxOC story so be prepared for that! I think that is all...so please enjoy! :D
Disclaimer: All characters and story ideas and everything other than my made up characters/made up plots belong to Hiromu Arakawa/Fullmetal Alchemist!
Chapter 1: The Amethyst Angel
"Don't thank me! I'm just your friendly neighborhood alchemist!" the teenage girl laughed as she brushed off the praises of the little old lady. The wooden cart she had that held her lettuce had come apart and the teen had gladly fixed it up quickly with a little alchemy.
"Well, I'm still grateful! If you ever need some lettuce young lassie I'll be more than happy to oblige!" the wrinkled woman laughed. She smiled and waved good bye to the one who helped her.
"I'll be sure to take you up on that offer one day!" the girl exclaimed as she began to continue on walking through the crowded city streets of Central.
Lettuce? Well, at times like these I'm not going to just dismiss any opportunity of free food I can get!
At the age of 15 Midori had already seen her fair share of hardships. She had been an orphan for before she could even remember. The foster facility had no idea who her parents were or if they were even alive. Quite frankly, they were surprised the baby girl had managed to survive herself. It was a military officer who dropped the baby off to the facility on his way back from the Ishvalan civil war. Apparently, he had found the baby in an abandoned home the same day the soldiers got the call to return- the massacre was over. The man was thankful he found her the day he did and no earlier, if the war was not officially over there is no telling if he would have taken the same pity on the poor infant. Luck was on her side though and so the baby was taken into the small foster care that resided in one of the rural eastern towns near the Ishvalan border, the quiet town of Resembool. Due to the aftermath of the war many of the townsfolk were facing hardships and could not afford to have another child to take care of. So the baby stayed until she was no longer a baby anymore and began her descent into adolescence. At 12 she noticed some of her classmates began going on to vocational schools and decided it was about time she thought about her path as well. That same year she happened to run into an alchemist who was passing through town. Once again, someone took pity on her and the man took her in as his apprentice. The apprenticeship was supposed to last three years, however misfortune occurred and it got cut short a year when a couple men violently broke in one day and murdered her teacher. After that, Midori decided her best bet was to flee to a city-some place filled with people, places, and most importantly opportunities. So what better city than Central...?
Dong...dong...dong...
The loud ringing of the Central tower clock snapped Midori back from her reminiscing. "Oh, shit! It's almost night time...I better go now if I want to be prepared for tonight," and with that she hastily disappeared in order to get ready.
Meanwhile...
Colonel Roy Mustang sat out of uniform with his old pal Jean Havoc at a table in one of the city's shadiest pubs. "Just two beers," he told the waitress when she came by.
"So, tell me what exactly are we doing here again?" Havoc asked as he lit up his hundredth cigarette of the day.
Mustang watched as his friend lit up, knowing he never gave it a break even now during the late night. "I told you before, we're on a stakeout. For the past few months there's been rumors spreading around about some bounty hunter that's been making a commotion here in Central."
"Yea, so? Bounty hunting isn't something new here. Central's got a higher crime rate than most places...shit-I'd say the police are happy sometimes when someone gets the guys for them!" he let out a chuckle knowing how good it can feel having someone else do your work for you sometimes. "Besides, what does a bounty hunter have to do with the military?"
Mustang placed his elbows on the table and clasped his fingers together. "Nothing. At least when its a normal bounty hunter, but from the case descriptions I've read it seems we might have an alchemist in our midst."
Havoc arched his eyebrow in response, waiting for him to continue.
The Colonel let out a sigh and leaned back in his chair, eyes now scanning the other people in the bar. "You see Havoc, if this person is truly an alchemist then that must mean they're a pretty darn good one being able to take down some of the people they have. And this is a long shot, but bounty hunting is like a sense of justice right? So I figure that a great alchemist who likes to fight crime might be the perfect candidate to be a state alchemist!"
The lieutenant sweatdropped. "Are you serious? You have us out here in one of the shadiest places in Central just so you can try and recruit someone who most likely is just as shady?!"
"Well, not entirely. You see the task force thats lent to help the police department has been complaining about how having other people catch their criminals lately is making them look bad. So General Brahman said the guy who helps stop this bounty hunter can possibly be expecting a promotion! Not only that, but it always looks good to recruit more state alchemists, too!" he boasted as he smugly grinned to himself. It was obvious Mustang was proud of himself for thinking of this plan.
"Haha! I can alwayd expect you to be finding ways to boost your resume, Colonel!" Havoc laughed as he hit his beer mug against Mustang's. "So, who is the lucky bastard that the guy is targeting tonight, huh?" he asked as he looked around the pub.
Mustang, who had been looking around previously, set his gaze upon a certain man sitting at the bar top. "That guy over there," he said as Havoc set his sight on the same man. He wore a tight camouflage green shirt that emphasized just how abnormally large and bulky he was. His left arm bore a sinister looking dragon tattoo, one that was known for being affiliated with a local gang. "Jack Shier. He's one of the heads of the Serpent Sinners, a gang that has been involved with many thefts and acts of violence in Central. It's thought that he has played a hand in several murders that happened in robberies by his gang, but the police have never been able to blame him directly. With all the trouble he's caused with cops and rival gang members there is a pretty price for his capture. And according to a little birdie I know, hes the next target of this so called bounty hunter."
The blond haired companion nodded his head in understanding as he continued to watch the man who was now drunkenly chatting it up with a girl. "I see, so we just sit here, wait for the hunter to make his move, and then tail him. Any idea what the guy looks like though?" he asked.
Mustang kept his direct gaze on the man, attempting to see clearly who he was chatting with as he answered, "Well, matter of fact is that I've come to hear its a girl. Not much is known about her, but they're starting to call her the Amethyst Angel. Supposedly because she has these piercing amethyst color eyes that you don't see often-a real beauty so I hear."
Amethyst? That's like violet or purple or something...well that's unique.
Hearing that the person they were after was actually a hot girl instead of a burly man really got Havoc's attention and that was when it hit him. "The girl he's flirting with right now-you think that's her?!" he exclaimed as he strained his neck to get a better view of the girl. She looked young, almost too young to be in a pub if it weren't for her dark make up. She had a really light complexion and was shorter than most grown women, but fairly average compared to younger ones. Her straight silky hair fell down to her waist and was as dark as the short, tight black dress that she was wearing. A simple pair of black boots and fingerless gloves were the only other attire she adorned. However, what stuck out the most were her eyes. Even from their distance both Havoc and Mustang noticed their piercing color.
"Yea, I think we have a match...come on let's go before we lose them!" Mustang said with a smirk as he watched the girl pull the man out of the room by his hand.
'Hm. No wonder its so easy for her...' he thought and with that the two got up and followed the direction they had gone as unsuspiciously as possible.
End Chapter 1.