Oh, hey! I didn't see you there. Probably because to most people, I am just text that's fun to read. And text can't see...
Anyway, I don't own FMA and on to the chapter. This might be a little fillerish - I'm going on a trip, I'll be back tomorrow and don't feel like writing anything important.
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Chapter 7: Getting Closer
-Three weeks later-
Fisher had just been discharged from the hospital; he was sitting in the waiting room, reading. Reyn was to be discharged in another two days, but she could walk around with help and her hands had healed.
Suddenly one of the doors opened and Reyn, on crutches, appeared with a nurse. She wobbled over to him.
"Private Fisher -" Fisher beamed up at her.
"Didn't you hear, Reyn? I'm Lance Corporal now." He shifted his uniform to show her the badge, and then gestured to a group of 4 people. "And these are my subordinates. They're all Privates, some of them First Class, well except you..."
A dark skinned young woman with ebony hair and glasses stepped up to Reyn and held out her hand.
"I'm First Class Private Kyra Manson," she said, and then looked down, "But I guess you can't really shake my hand-"
Reyn balanced herself on her healed foot(the one that didn't have the frickin' tendon snapped, courtesy of a certain blonde.) and held her crutches with her left in one swift movement.
Kyra shook her hand cheerfully.
The next to shake Reyn's hand was Private Lloyd Genzan, a muscular black haired man who claimed never to use ranged weapons.
After Genzan was First Class Private Joshua Trigham. He wore a necklace over his uniform and bore deep blue eyes.
The last to introduce himself to Reyn was Private Travis Hunter. His hair was bright red, and his grey eyes reflected Reyn's face.
"Reyn," Corporal Fisher started standing up, "This is our new team. No one rules. Every suggestion is taken. Even your suggestions. You're not just a tool to us, you're a soldier and we will treat you as such."
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Reyn was on her way to Fisher's new office when Private Hunter joined her.
"I want to play a prank on the Corporal," He said. "Will you help me?"
"I will help if you inform me what a prank is-" Hunter gasped in mock horror.
"You don't know what a prank is?! Have you no soul?"
"As a matter of fact, I don't have a soul." Reyn deadpanned. Hunter continued on.
"A prank is when you... I'll show you." Hunter took a turn into a random hallway and pulled a box of muffins from a cart. Then he went down the main hall and turned into Fisher's office, where the Corporal was slouched on his desk, snoring.
Hunter ripped open the package and dumped its contents into each one of Fisher's drawers.
Taking out a felt pen, Hunter carefully lifted Fisher by the shoulder and drew a very detailed moustache, a scar and a heart on the Corporal's face.
Hunter placed the pen back in his pocket and stepped back to check his work.
"That, Reyn, is a prank."
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Gah! I'm so sorry for the shortness! I would give a double update, but now I'm cramming for updates.
Hopefully, see you soon, and review!