Just another girl, another alchemist. Just another girl, another secretary. Just the same girl, another failure. They couldn't be more wrong. The world of Alchemy is about to change. It involves the girls mentioned before. The newest State Alchemist, a new secretary, and the girl known for failing the Alchemy exam. What will happen as these three drastically different girls collide with the powers in the world, and learn the finer points of Alchemy? No one knows.

Disclaimer: We don't own Full Metal Alchemist.

"MIZUKI! GET YER ARSE OUT OF BED THIS INSTANT!" The first thing I heard when I woke. My teacher bellowing up the stairs.

"COMING TEACHER!" I shouted back, rolling off my bed and hitting the cold wood floor. I quickly yanked on my black socks, black jeans, black undershirt, and skin tight black v-neck t-shirt; stuffing my feet into my combat boots and lacing them up quickly.I added a black choker with a red gem hanging from it. On my auto-mail arm, a black arm warmer that went to my sleeve of the shirt and a black glove. My other arm was left bare. I yanked a brush hurriedly through my mid-back length red copper hair, wincing at the tangles that got pulled straight. I quickly put on eye-liner and a little mascara, making my silvery blue eye stand out more. I gave myself a cursory glance in my mirror. Ah…Maybe this is going to be too gothic for the exam…Nah…Then I grabbed the black trench coat that was on the chair back and shot downstairs like a bullet from a gun.

My teacher gave me a dirty look as I scarfed down a slice of bread and a glass of milk. I rolled my eyes at him and he chuckled. He looked scary, bushy beard and narrow eyes coupled with a long, ropey scar from right temple to left cheek.

"See ya later, Michiro-sensei!" I called over my shoulder as I bolted out the door.

"Knock 'em dead! FIGURATIVELY MIZUKI!" Michiro bellowed after me. I laughed, waving over my shoulder and nodding. Like I'm gonna try and kill anyone there! Except Mustang....

-------------------30 Minutes Later-------------------

I hopped off the train onto the station in Central. I looked around with guarded eyes. This place was big. I stared around me, trying to locate the right building. I never would have found it, but it had a very large flag with the crest of the military on it. Into the lion's den. Hope I walk out alive. I glared at the door for a moment, then set my expression to my custom look of polite disinterest. I'd learned that this face kept people from bothering me too much, but I could hear the whispers following me.

"Who is she?"

"Where do you think she's from?"

"Pfft! Who dresses like that!"

I sighed quietly, walked up to the doors of the building, and walked in. I heard more speculation before the door swung shut. From here, I was walked to the first part of the State Alchemist's test. I was taken to a room and informed that I was going to have to go through a written test, then a psychological test. I nodded in silence, took my seat, and began.

-------------------20 Minutes after the written and psychological exams-------------------

I stood outside a closed door, a couple other people waiting to take the test out there with me. I watched in silence as the door in front of us opened and someone walked out. I would not have paid her any mind, except for the fact that she had bangs that were exceedingly long and the rest was cut short. She stalked past, seemingly without noticing us. Just then, my name was called out and I steeled myself before walking inside the door, shutting the door behind me.

"Are you ready?" I looked up to see a black haired man with moderately squinty eyes looking down at me. I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Hello Lt. Colonel Mustang. Yes, I am ready." I replied, keeping my expression disinterested.

"Then begin." He said, nodding to me. I inclined my head, stepping to the center of the large room.

"Wait, do you have the tools you need to draw a transmutation circle?"

"Don't need them." I replied tersely, clapping my hands together, leaning down, and slapping them to the floor. There was the usual wavering light from transmuting something, then a cracking boom as the thing I made separated from the floor. I turned around, wielding a long, double ended staff-sword. There was intricate engravings all along the weapon. I spun it in a quick circle before turning and thrusting it at Mustang's face. The room around me erupted into sounds of rage, and there was a snapping sound and a burst of flame. I quickly spun the weapon in my hands, creating a whirling area of air that spun the fire away from me.

After the officials were done freaking out at me, King Bradley stood up, gesturing for silence.

"None of you have the power to fail this talented young lady. Her other test results were outstanding. She has the talent, and she's brave. I declare that she passes." He said sternly, looking at me in a sort of appraisal. I met his eyes calmly, not blinking.

I was told to follow Mustang to his office, to sort out all the paperwork. Mustang sat behind his desk, looking smug.

"What's the smile for?" I grumbled at him, irritated. He laughed, and I scowled.

"I'm just really happy that I discovered another very talented alchemist!" He said, sounding almost giddy.

"Another?" I asked, surprised. Seems like hotshot here really gets out and looks.

"Yup. The Full Metal Alchemist, our youngest ever. Passed when he was 12. Seems like he's more talented than you!" He said, pointing at me before opening the envelope of paper work. He read for a moment, explained it, then started laughing again.

"What now?" I sighed, about ready to kick something. Mustang eyed me in amusement.

"Your name as a State Alchemist suits you perfectly. "

"Oh?"

"Yea." He tossed the papers onto my lap. I looked down and picked them up. I head to re-read my new name a coupe of times before it sunk in. I passed.

"The Heartless Alchemist? I'll take it." I said, my rough voice sounding vaguely pleased.

"Yup. Told you it fits you. Here's your watch, don't lose it. It's your identification as a State Alchemist. Congratulations, you're now a dog of the military." He said, tossing me the watch and chain. I caught it, clipped it to a belt loop, and tucked the watch into my pocket. I glanced at the clock, 12:00, noon. I stood to leave, trench coat billowing.

"What are you supposed to be dressed as? A mourning widow? A witch?" Mustang called to me, just as I opened the door. -snap- He's going to pay! I sharply clapped my hands together, touched them to the wall. A large pipe transmuted from the wall, and I turned a nozzle, spraying water all over the offending man. He spluttered and swore at me, even as I stopped the water flow.

"What's the matter, Lt. Colonel Useless? And don't even think about using the things in water to create flammable gas. You'll burn yourself too." I snarled at him, slamming the door open and storming out. I thundered down two flights of stairs, then I stalked past a girl with knee-length black hair pulled into a ponytail. She wore black and purple, and looked utterly astonished as I walked stiffly past her, paying her as much attention as I had the other long-banged girl.

I stormed down the stairs, out of the building and onto the street. I think I lost my temper…

A/N: Mizuki is Kyo's person. I, Kyo, have written and edited this chapter, so complain to me about any grammar mistakes and spelling mistakes. Review so I know how I'm doing, and I hope to see you later. Chapters 2 and 3 are written by the other two on the profile. ^^