Disclaimer: I don't own FMA or any of the characters, but I do own Sam Mist.
It was an hour later when I walked back into Sam's room. She was sleeping on her bed, but something about the way she slept looked familiar to me. After a while of observing her I realized that she stuck her stomach out the same way I did. Her abs were pretty toned for a girl that didn't look like she worked out a lot, although I met her not too long ago so I shouldn't be judging a book by it's cover. I sat down on the bed beside her and looked at her face. Her, jet-black, bangs were hanging in her eyes again, I moved them to reveal perfectly black lined eyes. I always wondered why girls put that make-up crap on, it was sort of a waste of time. Although it only looked like she had only put eyeliner on and none of that other shit. Her skin was so pale and beautiful, it was almost like a silky white. Her hair was a fine reddish blonde, like a fresh spark fallen from a fire. Her hair looked so soft, like as soft as the softest silk. I just wanted to run my hands threw it, but I was to scared to and decided to look down at her face. She looked so peaceful her slightly parted lips looked so soft that I just wanted to…. Wait what the hell was I thinking I had just met her.
"Sam, wake up dinner's ready," I said trying to rouse her from her sound slumber. I didn't get a response from her. "Sam. Wake up, dinner's ready," I said once again hoping that she'd wake up.
Her eyes fluttered open and showed beautiful gray-blue eyes. She sat up and yawned while stretching. "What is it, Ed?"
"Um, dinner's ready." I got up and left the room. I could feel my face flush from thinking about kissing her, I just met her, what, five hours ago, what was I thinking? I sat down at the kitchen table where in front of me sat two other chairs along with a big bowl of mashed potatoes, some bread, and a bowl of arranged fruits.
Sam walked into the kitchen still stretching and sat down across from me. "Wow, Al. this looks delicious," she said, almost drooling over the food.
"Why, thank you, Sam. You almost act the same as brother does whenever he sees food."
She started laughing I couldn't help but smile at her laugh it was so nice to hear. "Well, Al, I'm the kind of girl that never thinks about girly shit. I'm basically a tomboy, and I don't plan on becoming a girly girl either."
When she said that it made me wonder what kind of things that she liked or didn't get grossed out by that regular girls would hate. "So, what kind of things do you like?" I asked a bit anxiously.
"Well I like any animal, except for monkeys, my favorite color is black, and I think the sight of blood is cool,"
"Alright that's it. Are you sure you're a girl?" I asked when she said she liked the sight of blood.
"Of course I'm a girl!" She shouted at me a bit angered.
"Ok, but no girl that I've met has ever said they didn't get grossed out by blood," I said a little concerned, as I shoveled a mouthful of mashed potatoes in my mouth.
"Well, like I said I'm no ordinary girl, anyways back to the things I like. I love horror stories and horror movies, I can deal with physical and emotional pain without crying or complaining. I think skulls are sweet, I absolutely hate girly girls."
"Why do you hate girly girls?" My younger brother asked curiously.
"Because every time I hear their fuckin' voices I just want to strangle the shit out of the them! They talk about the most stupidest things that you could ever imagine!"
"What kind of things do they talk about?" I asked almost a little scared, I could feel her demeanor change from nice and kind to dark and evil.
"Well first of all they always complain about the most stupidest shit, like they always say, 'Oh my God I broke a nail!' It gets so damn annoying! They're always talking about people and making fun of everyone, and they cry over the most pointless things!"
I was starting to get scared of her and out of the corner of my eye I could tell that Al was too. "Sam? Where did you come from?" I asked trying to change the subject and calm her down.
"I came from a small town out in the east called Resembool."
"What? That's where Al and I are from," I said overjoyed by the fact that she came from the same town we did. "Do you know the Rockbells?" I asked wondering if we met when we were kids.
"Yeah actually I do. I used to play with Winry when I was little. Why, do you know them, Edward?"
"Yeah, wait a minute now I know why you look so familiar. I remember Al and I used to play with you and in the summer time we all used to catch fireflies together," I said excitedly.
"Oh yeah I remember now. I remember Winry told me one time that you guys fought over which one of you would marry her. I laughed so hard when she told me that." She started to laugh again it was like music to my ears.
We ate as we reminisced over the past and Al asked a few questions not being able to remember as much as we had. When we were done eating we said good night to each other and I told her that she might want to study some before she went to bed. That night while I was lying in my bed I couldn't help but think about what she told me before I came in her room and found her a sleep. I can't believe her mom was dead, and I also couldn't believe that her father killed her. He seemed like such a gentle man when we were younger, but what scared me the most is when she told me that she had to kill her father because he was going to kill her after he had killed her mother.
The world seemed like such a twisted place, so many deaths, so many rapes, and most of all so much war. Some times I wonder how someone can live in such a world like this, unless it could be for someone they love that's probably why most people don't put a pistol in their mouths. I yawned loudly and could feel darkness take over my mind as I fell into a nice restful sleep.
***
I felt the bed shift quickly, and it felt like someone was jumping up and down on my bed. I heard someone shout, "Ed wake up it's time for the alchemy exams, if you don't wake up soon I'll jump on top of you." I t was Sam. I can't remember her ever being a morning person.
"Five more minutes." I groaned.
"Nope now. Come on wake up!" she whined.
I still heard the creaking of the bed as she was still jumping up and down then the jumping stopped. I thought she left until I felt a heavy weight on top of me. I started gagging since I couldn't breathe that well. I opened my eyes and right in my face was what looked like her breasts, she slid down until our faces were only mere inches apart and I could smell her sweet smelling breath. I couldn't help but blush as she gave me a questioning look, which made her look so damn cute.
"Are you feeling ok, Ed?" She asked concern laced in her voice. "Your face is flushed," she put her hand on my forehead her hand was so cool, it felt nice. "You don't seem to have a fever."
"I'm fine, except for the fact that I can't breathe. Could you get off of me, please?" She got up, and I could finally breathe right.
I sat up and looked her up and down and saw that she was already dressed. She was wearing a black skull and crossbones shirt on, over top of that she was wearing what seemed like a black version of my cloak. On her neck she was wearing a black collar with white trim, it had a black bell dangling from it with white trim on the bottom of it too, it also had three chains on it that some how made it look like some kind of sex slave collar. She had on the same black fingerless gloves on that she wore yesterday. She wore black baggy pants that had random chains all over it; she also wore black boots that had no heals that disappeared underneath her pant legs. She had, from what I could see through her black bangs, that her eyes were lined with black and today, unlike yesterday, she had black lipstick on. Her hair was in two braids that fell gracefully onto her shoulders. The whole look kind of suited her very well.
I looked back up at her face and I noticed that she was blushing, I looked down at myself and realized that I was only in my black boxers. I grabbed my blanket and wrapped it around my self. My face turned five shades redder. "Also, breakfast is ready." She walked out of the room still blushing, and closed the door behind her. I stood up and walked into my bathroom, and turned on the shower. I stripped myself of my boxers and stepped inside, and I let the water gently cascade down my body. My mind wandered off into thoughts about Sam. When we were little she never wore anything that dark and evil, but I guess that time can really change a person. Also her demeanor seems different, when we were young the air around her was so kind and comforting, and now it seems so dreary and angry. Sure she puts a smile on her face but it seems so fake and dead. In her eyes I can see sadness and no longer happiness. Sure her father killed her mother, but why would she be sad when that was six years ago?
I heard a knock on my bathroom door, and I heard what sounded like Sam say, "Edward, we have to leave soon for the exams."
"Ok, I'm almost done." I stepped out of the shower, after turning off the water, and dried myself off. I walked into my bedroom with the towel around my waist and got out the regular; black leather pants, black tank top, and cloak. I heard that it was supposed to be hot out that day so I didn't bother to wear my regular black coat. I pulled my hair back into its usual braid, and walked into the kitchen while pulling on my gloves. We walked to the colonel's office. Alphonse stayed at the apartment, he said that he had something to do that day. While we were walking to the colonel's office it seemed as though that Sam was getting nervous as we neared the office. "Sam?" Her blue eyes met mine. "Is something wrong?"
"No, I'm fine. It's just that I'm nervous about the exams, that's all. I'm sorry if I worried you."
I thought I saw fear in her eyes, but I'm not sure. "You didn't worry me. It just seemed like something was troubling you, but don't worry I'm sure you'll do great on the exams." She gave me a warm smile. God, I love that smile. What am I thinking?
"Thanks, Ed." We reached the office, and I opened the door and let Sam go in first. I walked into the room after her and saw the colonel talking to her about something.
"Sam, are you ok? I hope that Fullmetal didn't do anything dirty to you. Did he?" he said, with a smug smirk.
"Shut up, bastard!" I screamed at him as I grabbed his military uniform collar. I pulled my auto-mail arm back getting ready to punch, but I feltsomeone grab onto my arm and they held on tight. I turned around to see that Sam was the one that stopped my fist from connecting with the bastard's chin.
"Ed, let go of him, please."
"Fine." I let go of him and folded my arms and looked the other way.
"Well, Fullmetal, it seems that you're no longer one of the military's dogs." I looked at him with a questioning look on my face. "Instead it seems that Sam has trained you better." I glared at him and pictured myself tying him to a metal pole, during a lightening storm, and watching him as he got electrocuted.
"Anyway, why did you want us to come here before the exams?" Sam asked, snapping me out of my thoughts.
"I just wanted to wish you good luck and tell you that I'll be one of the supervisors during the exams. I'll be asking you some questions along with the Furher and general Hakuro, and Basque Grand." With that said we walked to the room where the first part of the exams would be taking place.
I sat on the bench outside of the exam room, I couldn't help but remember the time when I was twelve, and I had to sit in a special chair for alchemists. I remember it had three legs and the legs were formed in a strange way. I remember that one question that if I answered wrongly I would have never been able to go through the two other parts of the exams. I heard the doorknob jiggle and I looked up to see Sam smiling her warm, beautiful smile down at me. I love that smile, wait what am I thinking I don't love Sam do I? I just found out yesterday that we were childhood friends.
"Aren't you going to ask me how I did?" she asked, snapping me out of my thoughts.
"Well, yeah! So how did you do?" I asked trying to sound excited.
"Well the Furher asked most of the questions, but I get to go onto the next part of the exams!" she said excitedly, jumping up and down.
After she had her little hopping fest out of nowhere she hugged me. I could feel the heat rush up to my face forming a blush on my cheeks, at the suddenness of her embrace. "Thank you, Edward," she said, in a sweet and calm voice.
I returned her embrace, as I closed my eyes and smelled her wonderful scent, which smelled of lavender. "What are you thanking me for? You were the one in the room talking to them."
She pulled away from the embrace and locked her eyes with mine. "I know, I just felt like I needed to thank you, that's all." She smiled again and pulled me back into the embrace. She was so warm I didn't ever want to let go. I wished that we could stay that way forever, but of course, the bastard just had to come out of the room and gasp.
"Sam, quickly get away from him, he may be a pint sized pipsqueak, but he might rape you." The bastard smirked.
"Shut up, you bastard! Or else I'll shove your foot so far up your ass that it'll be comin' out of your mouth! Besides we were once childhood friends and it's going to stay that way!" Out of the corner of my eye I thought I saw Sam frown, did I say the wrong thing? Wait, why am I thinking about that?
Colonel bastard cleared his voice, which brought me out of my thoughts. "Anyway, Sam," he turned to look at her. "Can I see you in my office, please?" he asked, with something in his voice that made me uneasy, but I decided to ignore it.
"Sure, after you." The colonel started to walk away from us, she turned to look at me, "You can go back to the apartment I'll be there in a bit," she said before following after the colonel.
I turned and headed back to the apartment. I walked into the apartment and smelled something delicious. I walked into the kitchen and saw Al baking a cake. "That smells so good, Al." I tried to scoop up a thing of icing with my finger, but Al slapped my hand away.
"Brother, this is for Sammy," he said in a stern voice. Al and Sam almost act like brother and sister and al calling her Sammy just proves.
"So why are you baking her a cake?" I asked as I sat down at the kitchen table.
"I figured that she would go onto the next part of the exams so I baked her a cake."
"Well, guess what?" I said in a saddened voice. "She's…going onto the next part of the exams!" I said, faking Al out, trying to make him think that he made the cake for nothing.
"Brother that wasn't nice! I really thought that she didn't make it!"
I couldn't help but laugh at my little brother, but my laughing was short lived before Al asked, "Speaking of Sammy, where is she?"
"Colonel bastard wanted to see her in his office for something. I'm not sure what he wanted though." I thought Al was going to say something but we heard the door open and we immediately knew it was Sam.
She walked into the kitchen and I noticed that something was different about her but I couldn't put my finger on it. "Congratulations, Sammy!" Alphonse said, in his usual cheerful voice. "Brother told me that you get to go to the next part of the exams so I baked you this cake."
She smiled at him but it seemed so fake, like that something happened to her that would some how destroy her. It scared me that something bad could be happening to her right under my nose without my knowledge. "Thank you, Alphonse, but I think I'm going to take a nap I'm kind of exhausted." She turned and walked into her room and closed the door behind herself. I know something must be wrong, but what? What could it be? I sighed inwardly and decided that I would ask her after a little while and especially after I had a few pieces of the cake Al made.
Wow I never thought that I would get done with this chapter. If you're wondering what Royu-kun did to Sam in his office it will be in the next chapter. So don't fret. By the way, I had forgotten that the written exam was first and the interview was second I tried to fix it but I couldn't figure out a way to without screwing up the whole thing. So now the written test is second and the practical skills exam is still third, like it was originally. Anyway, R&R(