Since I started this, I just might as well finish it…right?
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Cameo!
"Colonel, please wipe the blood off your nose," the blond officer admonished his superior as she walk a step behind him. Said superior turned his head toward her and she almost sigh at the dumb look on his face. His eyes are all sparkly and his mouth is hanging open while a generous amount of blood is gushing out of his nose. "Skirts…girls in short school uniform…skirts everywhere…uwaaaahhhh….!" the black haired Colonel exclaimed as more blood spurted out of his nose. "Lieutenant, this place is an oasis!"
"Colonel, if you haven't noticed, you've been scaring a lot of them with that lewd expression on your face." Her tone must have knocked some sense in him because he suddenly looked around and true enough most of the female students are edging away from them with a scared expression. His aura suddenly turned from euphoric to crest fallen. The military had been trying to make a good publicity (the military after all, had been involved in a lot of heavy scandal lately) and as a result the public relations office has made a decision to conduct a nationwide school to school campaign resembling a 'meet and greet' program. It is, in a way, an attempt to overturn the image of the military as a hideous entity being used to oppress the citizenry. In addition, it is also an opportunity to promote and encourage the students to join the military.
After a long deliberation, the project was handed to their team. According to the memo they received, 'the staffs of Colonel Roy Mustang appeared nonthreatening while at the same time possessing the necessary knowledge and skills regarding the workings of the military and therefore are deemed suitable for the project.' This had amused the colonel to no end. The other name being considered, after all, was that of Major General Olivier Mira Armstrong. And, after all their preparations (which includes contacting different schools and arranging for a forum slash meet and greet program), they are now here at their first stop: the Freedom International School of Sina. It seems like they are in great timing because the school is celebrating its founding anniversary. This means that the atmosphere will be more relaxed and therefore their job would be easier.
"Mr. Mustang… Ms. Riza?" they turned toward the source of the voice and were surprised to see an unexpected face.
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The school grounds bustle with life, signaling the ongoing school activity. Food stands, souvenir shops and other kinds of shops and stalls are scattered in the usually neatly kept school grounds. People mill around from one booth to another, checking what each has to offer. The school had opened its door to outsiders and as such, students and guests from other schools are there to join the celebration. As it is, the school looks more like a fair than a school celebrating its founding anniversary. The day started with a simple yet long and boring opening program. The opening became long and boring primarily because of the nonstop rambling, which they called 'speech,' of the guest of honor about his accomplishments and projects, etc. etc. which has nothing to do with the event at all. Nothing extraordinary, it's a normal happening.
Except that they are here.
"Mr. Mustang… Ms. Riza?" Mikasa asked when she sighted them. When Irvin assigned her to meet the guests from the military, they were the last people that she was expecting to see. The last time she had seen them, well, it was a memory she'd rather not think of.
"Mikasa?" Mr. Mustang greeted cheerfully. "Wow, you've grown!" he exclaimed as he proceeded to ruffle her hair.
"Harassing high school girls now, eh, Colonel?" a man with a cigarette hanging from his mouth said as he sighted his superior ruffling a girl's hair. When the two lifted their heads and looked at him his jaw dropped. "Whoa!" Second Lieutenant Havoc exclaimed. "Who's that?! You're secret love child?!" he exclaimed.
"Now, that you mentioned it, they do resemble each other quite a bit(1)," joined a man wearing glasses. He pushed his glasses up his nose, before adding in an accusatory tone, "I always knew that you are a womanizer, Mustang, but I never thought that you would hide something like this from us!" Mikasa only looked at the men blankly, not sure what they are referring to. As far as she is concerned, she and Mustang are in no way look alike. The only resemblance they have is the same black hair. And the same dark eyes. And the same tilt of the eye.
"What are you people talking about? Of course she's not mine!" Mustang answered in indignation, his hands flailing around him. "I would have to be only fifteen when she was born! And, Hughes, why are you even here?"
"Last minute orders. Now, would you like to see pictures of Elicia?" he cheerfully asked already shoving pictures of the child in everybody's faces.
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On the 3rd day…
"We lost Levi!"
" Again?! How could you lost track of him? I told you to keep an eye on him!"
"Wait, I think I saw him around here somewhere."
"Okay, we'll go this way. Check the rooms. Maybe he's just hiding in one of them."
And just like that, the door of the room where Mikasa is currently changing (or at least about to change) was unceremoniously pushed opened much to the mortification and fear of Jean.
"I – I'm sorry M-Mikasa!" he sputtered before turning around, slamming the door behind him.
"You saw him?" Franz asked, second year-SS.
Having recovered from the shock he managed to answer, "N-No. And tell everybody to steer away from this room."
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Mikasa heard the fading sounds of running footsteps outside the room and sighed. She was on the process of removing her shoes when the door suddenly burst opened. They are at it again, she thought to herself. Good thing, at least, that they had left her alone for now and seemed to have diverted their attention to Levi. She was about to unbutton her blouse when she suddenly stilled. She almost forgot.
"Would you mind leaving now? I'm changing," she calmly said to the person she knew is hiding within the room.
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(1) Indulge me. I know they do not look alike.
Forgive the weirdness of this chapter. T.T