Perfection

Short story

Blinded by the Moonlight

Summary: She was the rose, beautiful, and her thorns just as deadly. And him? He was the flickering flame. Together, they flourish, in a series of battles spanning the galaxy.

A/N: I've been meaning to make a FMA story. Here it is.

This is not my 'decent' writing. It's just something whipped up in an hour. This has a crack-fic resemblance, so don't blame me.

Disclaimers and the Like:/

This piece of fanfiction is for , and only. Created with the purpose of entertainment. I do not own any of the characters.

Dedicated to noone in particular.

~Moon

How the hell did I end up here?

... Oh yeah... HIM. THAT BASTAR-

She was the rose, thorns as deadly as she was beautiful. He was the flickering flame. Together, they flourish in a series of battles spanning the galaxy.

Standing there, her blonde hair across half of her face. Wearing a frilly blue dress. Looking like a witch... To herself, at least. A man with black hair, eyes filled with the horrors of the battlefield. Together, invincible. If they could stand each other, that is.

She always fell for it at step four. And lord forbid, she hated herself for it.

Step One: Contact

"Hey, Olivia!" He called, waving her down as she walked by the crowd. "Haha, it's been a while, no?" He winked, grinning at the half-glare he recieved in return.

"Of course." She replied sharply, not skipping a beat. "Congratulations on Brigadier General."

"Thanks!"

Step Two: Take the Leap... And get rejected.

"So..." He paused half sentence. "Do you want to get a coffee sometime? You know, catch up."

"No, thank you," she turned from him. "Alex can inform me of such matters."

Step Three: Battle... And pray to succeed

"Awh, c'mon!" He grinned. "You can't get everything from him, you need a point of view from someone who doesn't strip off his shirt at the most randomest of times." That dumb look, just screaming 'YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO.'

"True, but I'd still rather take it from him rather than a perverted alchemist who creates flames." A dumb look, with such strength to match his.

Step Four: Attack the weak spots.

"But still, this perverted alchemist also wants to hear from Briggs." He winked. "That, and we need to catch up on something that isn't of military relevance."

For once, the Ice Queen had been dumbfounded. "Uhm-"

Pounce.

"OKAY, SO THURSDAY IT IS!" He shouted, grinning like a madman whilst speeding along.

The gritting of teeth, and the mental note making to kill him one day.

A/N: If more than five people review, then a philospher's stone can be created for me to continue writing! =D

Next chapter: The Date