DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST!

Party

Edward walked beside Riza Hawkeye as if going to a funeral.

"Something wrong, Mr. Elric?" She asked even though she knew hat it was. They were almost at her house where Ed would be getting ready for his night of cross dressing.

"Why the hell do I have to do this?" He whined, "why not you?"

Riza smiled kindly at him. "People know my face, and you will blend in more once you are dressed as a woman." Ed continued to grumble all the way to the house.

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Roy Mustang had been anticipating this evening party for a while. He was looking forward to a good time. He had even picked up a shapely blonde to escort.

He had even worn a suit. It was required, but sometimes he liked to arrive in uniform just to impress his dates, but he didn't feel like doing that tonight.

Now he was opening the door to his car for his date and offering his arm. She accepted with a too-wide smile and got out. He now regretted taking this girl. She chattered endlessly and never let go of him. He was already getting a headache and hoped someone would take her off his hands soon.

He swiftly and discreetly checked all the people around him, trying to spot someone as hot as his date but with their mouth firmly closed. They all were too old, too ugly, or too talkative (their mouths were endlessly moving). He only noticed one, small, familiar-looking blonde with her mouth closed, standing in the line to give her invitation to the guard at the entrance.

She was beautiful. She was skinny, but with a medium-sized chest. Her dress was black high-necked with full length sleeves. Her delicate looking hands were clad in white gloves. He couldn't see her feel but judging on her figure, she was wearing high heels. Her hair was a shimmery golden color pulled into a high ponytail with bangs hanging loosely around her face. Her make-up was thin and perfect looking. A blush stained her cheeks and her lips pouted moodily. She looked gorgeous and Mustang made a mental note to ask her to dance later on.

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Ed shifted his weight for the thousandth time. He was even more embarrassed after sighting Colonel Mustang. Roy had been looking around, apparently ignoring his date, until his eye had focused on Ed.

Ed froze, glad that Riza had made him put on a stuffed bra. There was no way the colonel would recognize him…was there? He turned abruptly as the line began to move and Ed flashed his invitation to the guard. The didn't like the way the man looked him up and down, a smirk playing around his lips.

"Have a good time, beautiful," he said, earning himself a glare from the other invitation-taker. Ed's face turned red and he rushed into the party, trying to look as demure and not angry as humanly possible when he was burning with rage.

The Fuhrer was right, a young boy would have attracted unwanted attention. Luckily, he was completely oblivious to the appreciative stares he was receiving from the men around him. He finally cracked a smile as he noticed the buffet table.

He immediately filled his plate. He paused and remembered he was supposed to be a girl, so he only took one piece of cake. He stood against a wall, eating cake and listening to the music. It was classical, but he wasn't picky since he didn't listen to music much. A waiter walked up to him and offered wine. Ed shook his head, not wanting to talk much to give away his disguise. The waiter walked away, looking disappointed.

Edward cursed under his breath as he saw the Colonel approaching. He had somehow ditched the jabbering blonde and was coming directly toward him. 'If I speak, he'll know it's me,' Edward thought. He was beginning to panic. He froze, willing his feet to move…needless to say they wouldn't. Mustang reached him moments later. Ed stared up at him.

Mustang smiled and extended a hand. "Excuse me miss, would you care to dance?" Ed continued to stare. Roy's smile was different from his usual face.

'He looks pretty good when he's not smirking…'Ed's blush increased and he mentally slapped himself before taking Roy's hand. He didn't know why, but he wasn't all that averse to dancing with him.

Roy led them onto the dance floor, pulling Ed close, but not close enough as to be ungentlemanly. Ed looked down, inwardly cursing as he felt a blush start on his face. Damn, why was he blushing? This was Colonel Roy Mustang: World's Most Ambitious Bastard! What the hell?! He should not be blushing! He should be furious! But he wasn't. He was actually enjoying the way Mustang's hand felt on his waist. Fine. He admitted it. Damn.

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Roy watched in fascination as the pretty girl looked down. He certainly didn't miss her trembling or blushing. How cute! He though. It was a struggle not to smirk at his triumph, but he pulled her just a little closer. The girl tugged back a little and Roy allowed her more room. Damn

The song ended and the blonde dropped her hands rather quickly and began to fuss with her skirt, bunching it in her hands in a very familiar way. Roy couldn't quite place it. Almost like the way Ed balled his fists when angry. Embarrassed, Roy dismissed the thought. He was dealing with a woman, not a rampant boy. The girl still hadn't said anything and when the next song started, Roy took the girl's hands again, leading them into the dance.

The danced a few more songs before the girl tugged away, smiled a very strained smile and walked away quickly. Roy would have been disappointed if he hadn't see her blushing.

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Ed couldn't stand this a moment longer. He felt so nervous for no reason, and his heart was beating way too hard for comfort. Plus, the heat in his face told him he was blushing. Damn it! Mustang was a guy! Ed couldn't feel anything but hatred! 'Yeah, who am I kidding?' he asked himself. "It's obviously more than that."

He stopped short and tensed painfully. Maybe he liked Roy. That would explain why he always got the urge to stare at the man and why he got nervous whenever he wasn't mad at Roy for being so smug…This was ridiculous! He was supposed to be on a mission, not contemplating his preferences!

Ed looked around. 'Ok,' he thought. 'If I were doing dangerous and illegal experiments, where would I hide them?' He wandered the halls not really worrying where he was going. He really didn't know where to start.

Ed spotted a sign reading "Restricted". Restricted meant secrets, restricted meant nothing to the Fullmetal Alchemist! After a short glace in both directions, he clapped softly and placed his hands on the wood of the door. A small hole opened for him to peep through. He started the tape recorder hidden inside his sleeve when he heard voices.

"We have made a breakthrough in the transmutation, it's-"

"Don't call them that! They are illegal as you well know, so let's just call them…experiments."

"Very well, Mr. DeManch, but we…"

The voices were cut off as Ed was jabbed in the back of the neck and was lot to darkness. He hadn't even heard the bodyguard come behind him. But now that he had heard, he was stuck. The burly guard threw the unconscious Ed over his shoulder and went to lock "her" up.

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