Chapter 4

An hour of persuading was needed to convince Armstrong that his aid in the search was not needed, the persuasion becoming even more persistent when Armstrong, remembering Roy's love of miniskirts, went and changed into one to "better woo Colonel Mustang!"

"I need to wash my eyes out," Ed moaned pitifully, after waking up from his faint to see Armstrong pirouetting in a short miniskirt. Winry nodded vehemently, her hands covering her eyes.

Finally the Major was persuaded, and the tired group broke up, agreeing to meet at the park at 4 in the afternoon to discuss further plans. Without Armstrong. Breda, Fuery, Falman, and Havoc shuffled tiredly back to their apartments, and Winry followed Ed and Al to theirs'.

Unknown to them, Roy had sneaked out of his office (giving the excuse to Hawkeye that he was checking to make sure the group did not venture too close to the truth of the secret) and had peeked around the corner to see Armstrong dancing in a miniskirt. One glance was enough to make his rub his eyes for 5 minutes straight, trying to erase the image out of his mind.

Riza gave him an odd look when Mustang returned ten minutes after he left. She had assumed he would probably spend an hour away from the office. She was even more surprised when he walked to his desk and immediately started to do his paperwork.

"Sir?" she asked hesitantly, "You came back quite soon…"

"So would you," Roy replied shortly, "If you turned a corner to spy on them and instead see Armstrong fluttering around in a miniskirt."

Hawkeye's eyes widened, and instinctively she raised her hands to rub them. Then she too went back to her paperwork, trying to push away her imagination's image of the Major in a miniskirt.

Mustang shook his head at himself. He would have never thought there would come a time when he would be thankful for paperwork, even as a distraction to a horrible image. Of course, he would have never thought he would see Armstrong in a miniskirt, and had never anticipated his subordinates getting interested in the subject of his first kiss.

Dammit, he swore softly to himself. Life just loved throwing surprises at his, didn't it?

End of Ch 4

ReViEwS! rEvIeWs! REVIEWS!

Angelicat: I want to mention my thanks to Malicious-Alchemist for the miniskirt idea! And sorry this chapter is short and, like chapter 2, nothing much happens…

CCC: And I want to mention that anyone who wants to may attend Angelicat's funeral that's going to occur very soon!

Angelicat: Wha?

CCC: I'm gonna kill you for putting that image of Armstrong in a miniskirt in my head!

Angelicat, scoots away nervously: N-no! B-but it was all M-malicious-Alchemist's idea!

CCC: You're the one that decided to use it. Now stop scooting away and let me poke you to death! Muhahahaha!

Silver Serpent19: Oooooh! That sounds like fun, lemme join!

Princess Linnea: Poor, poor Angelicat…

Mustang, Ed, Winry, Falman, Havoc, and Breda (Al and Fuery are too nice for this): Yes, yes, kill the author for submitting us to such torture!

Angelicat is chased by storming mob of vicious murderers, and they become smaller and smaller as they run towards the glorious sunset…

Princess Linnea, Al, and Fuery: …