Chapter 7 – Forteac
(Lunch)
I sighed, changed into a black spandex top and the pants of the military uniform, and pulled out my bag. I packed my bag with a silver silk dress, my brush, hell's creation…make-up…, and a couple fancy hair bands.
Pulling the strap over my shoulder, I jumped out of my window, keeping my door locked, and into the center, heading towards the lunch room. God save me from this hell… I thought. This is not going to be my day. I had bet that the entire news of Envy being in my dorm was all over the base…and it would be more than just hell from now on.
I entered the doors to the cafeteria, and it instantly fell silent. I sighed, and headed over to the stage, where, Mustang had asked me to perform in. If I didn't, oh, trust me, you didn't want to know what happened then when that happened….I cringed at the thought I remembered when I refused to sing for him and the other men.
"Hey, Crimson!"
I turned around and saw shorty there, with an alchemy book in hand. I rolled my eyes and continued on. If he still continued that retched magic... "Hey, will you stop?!" he said, grabbing me by the shoulder and turning my body to face him. "What the hell is up with you?" He is going to say Envy, isn't he? "Going onto the stage like that?" My jaw dropped.
"What?" I mumbled.
"Why in the world are you going onto the stage?" His mind was still blank from me reading it…I couldn't tell on what he was truly wondering.
"I have to…I…" My god, this is too embarrassing. I pulled myself out of his grip and ran, surprised, to find tears rolling gently down my face. I ran into the changing room and changed into my second dress that I always kept in there.
It was a tight fit, after almost a hundred years of use, but, it still fit. The top was black, and it had straps over my shoulders. Under that, it was pink, much to that in hell, and it poofed out slightly. It was so annoying, yet, it was my mother's. That is why I used it time and time again. I pulled my hair back like I always had and sighed, looking at myself in the mirror.
"Crimson?"
I turned around and saw Hughes. "Why is everyone sneaking up behind me today?" I snapped.
"Probably after what you did to The Colonel," Hughes chuckled. "He told me and Edward…it was a riot when he told us…both the Fullmetal and I cracked up…Hawkeye did too…" I couldn't help to hold back a laugh, even though Mustang was now right in the doorway. A hard stern look was over his face.
"You thought that was funny, huh, Blood?" he growled. I smiled and nodded.
"If you want me to do this performance, right, Mustang?" I snarled at him, motioning that I was already changed. He nodded. "Than get the hell out so I can do this!"
He smiled, looked me over with his eyes, and left. Damn… his mind thought. He was also picturing something… "Perverted freak!" I screamed, placing my hands over my chest. I turned to Hughes. His mind was close, but it wasn't the same thing. "You are just as bad…get out!" I screamed. Hughes nodded, and ran out of the room. I sighed, looked over myself once more in the mirror, and stepped out on stage.
