This is my first time publishing a story on ... I'm nervous for some reason.

Based on the manga, not the anime!!! Please keep that in mind as you read!!!
It's an OC story, no pairings, rated T for language. Hope you like it--I know I enjoyed writing it. This chapter is mostly a set up, so it won't be very long or eventful. Please bear with me until the next chappy.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the FullMetal Alchemist characters or the Fma storyline. They belong to Hiromu Arakawa-sensei. Only Selena-chan is mine. This goes for all of my chapters, unless I decide to do another disclaimer. I probably won't, though.

Enjoy. :3

My foot cracked against Dorchet's chin, knocking him to the floor with his sword clattering beside him, useless. Rubbing a sore spot on my shoulder, I turned around to face Greed, who was on the other side of the room with eyebrows raised.

"…Wow. That's the third time this week."

"I have nothing to do," I replied, stepping over another guy lying on the floor. A few men who'd escaped a beating were pressed against the walls, staring at me in alarm.

"If you'd work for me instead of breaking in all the time…" Greed started.

"Oh, shove it. I'm not loyal like your dog over there."

Dorchet grumbled from the floor.

"Anyway," I continued, ignoring him, "I'll be going now. "

"You're in a bad mood today, aren't you?"

"I was. I wanted to beat you up, but you always cheat, Mr. Fake Human."

"Sorry," he shrugged, grinning. "I don't fight women."

I rolled my eyes.

"See ya."

"Damn cat…" I heard someone groan. Smiling with gratification, I wove my way between fallen gangsters and climbed up through the air vent I'd snuck into.

I didn't go far, as always. Once I was on the roof, I stretched out and tugged my gloves off. They were black with intricate white transmutation circles hemmed into the palms, and several simpler ones on every fingertip, each one unique. In case you're wondering, they were the reason a little girl like me could beat the crap out of a bunch of huge men.

Shoving them carelessly into the pocket of my jacket, I flipped back my hood to reveal a pair of white cat ears sticking out of my reddish-brown hair. My oversized sleeves shielded my knuckles from the concrete roof as I pillowed my head on my hands to bask in the sun.

I was still smiling at my most recent break-in of the Devil's Nest. Loa had been standing right under the air vent when I kicked it out, so he probably had a bump on his head. Again. I never fought him hand to hand, but found ways to take him out from a distance or make him run into random objects.

Once, I threw a cat in his face. Needless to say, he was pretty pissed. I couldn't sneak in for a week after that and had to sleep on the roof of a different building in order to avoid waking up to his giant hammer.

Which I duct taped to the ceiling a few days ago.

Hahaha. I hope it fell on top of Greed.

Speaking of him, I wondered if he was angry at me for wrecking his hideout three times in one day. The bastard tended to keep his cool, knowing it pissed me off, but he had to have a limit to how many times I could drop from the air vent and beat up his men.

Next time, I'd have to try going in through the bar; that'd attract some funny looks. I am only fourteen--fifteen in a few months, I think. Don't ask me what day. I had a basic idea of when my birthday was, but I'm not sure. It's not like I knew anybody who really kept track of birthdays.

No one alive, at least.

A mew made me look up at a scruffy tabby cat. I reached out for it to sniff me and stroked its head. It was pretty friendly for being feral, and it stretched out next to me. Lulled by its purring and the warmth of the sun, I felt myself drifting into a light sleep.

Wow, that was short. The next chapters will be longer, though. *thumbs up*
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