"No!"

"Come on Ed, this is necessary for your disguise. Please stay still."

"I said no!"

"Brother please."

"No way in hell am I going to do that!"

Ed, Winry, and Al are all in the colonel's office getting ready for the mission. At the moment Al is trying to hold Ed down while Winry attempts to cut his hair. It came as an order from Mustang earlier that day.

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"Listen Fullmetal, there's going to need to be some changes to your style," Mustang begins while sitting behind his desk with Ed standing across from him.

"What do you mean changes to my style? What's wrong with my style?" Ed asks angrily as he looks down at his usual choice of black shirt, pants, and shoes with his favorite red coat and white gloves.

The colonel sighs, could Fullmetal ever not overreact to things?

"Nothing is wrong with your style Edward," Mustang begins, "The problem is that it's something people can easily identify you by. Your signature red coat, long blonde braid, and short stature."

"WHO YOU CALLING SO SHOR HE'D GET LOST IN A CROWD?"

Needless to say, Ed was ordered to change his clothing style and cut his hair.

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"You are not cutting my hair!" Ed screams, shaking his head back and forth while struggling against Al's strong grip.

"You need to do this Ed, besides, you are long overdue for a haircut anyways. You hair hasn't been cut since you were what, like eight? Winry asks as she struggles to catch Ed's hair.

Suddenly Ed stills, shocking both Al and Winry. He's silent for a minute, and when h finally does talk, his voice is quite.

"You're right, I haven't cut my hair since then. Not since before our stupid mistake. And I won't cut it until Al gets his body back," Ed finishes, turning on Winry with determination in his eyes. Winry's arms slowly drop to her sides as she looks in Ed's eyes, no longer wanting to cut his hair.

Winry slowly walks over to the table in the center of the room and carefully sets the scissors down.

"I won't do it. I won't cut your hair Ed," she tells him in a quiet voice before leaving the room.

"Winry," Al calls after her, but she ignores him.

Colonel Mustang sat quietly at his desk doing paperwork, not bothering to look up until the door closes completely behind Winry.

"Fullmetal, if you don't want to cooperate and get your hair cut then you'll just have to wear a wig," Mustang says with an evil glint in his eyes, looking right at Ed.

Ed crosses his arms and plops down on the couch. "I'm not wearing a wig," he grumbles.

"Fullmetal," a warning tone enters the Colonel's voice, but before he could continue with his warning a voice calls from the door.

"Sir," the three males turn to see Lieutenant Hawkeye step into the room, closing the door behind her, "there are lots of young men out there that have long hair. Letting Edward keep his hair length shouldn't be such a big deal sir."

Mustang silently contemplates that for a minute before nodding his head in agreement, "alright, you can keep your hair, but that's the only thing I'll let slide. You are dismissed Fullmetal."

Mustang returns to his paperwork as Hawkeye steps further into the room while the two boys leave.


Holy cow, you guys don't realize how much it meant for me to wake up this morning to see that I already have three favorites to my story and one follow. Thanks to sonicxjones, TuTsXxX, and Attackoneverything. Because of the great response to the story I decided to attempt to crank out another chapter. It's much shorter, but at least there's something. If anyone has any suggestions of things that could happen in the story or what you want to see happen, please let me know, I'll gladly incorporate them into the story since I'm making it up as I go. Everyone who is reading this is absolutely amazing and thank you so much, have a great day. :D -DL