(A: N: Hiya! So from now until I get lost again the chapters will be part of what's going on, with filler elements. Meaning it doesn't seem important. I've got an idea of how I want things to work; now I just need to focus and not get story-side-tracked; very deadly to stories everywhere. Really. Haha. Laugh.
Critical reviews welcome by the way! Don't just throw a line in and fish for a compliment. And now we start off seeing Myra from Winry's POV! Enjoy!)
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Winry had Myra's leg finished before lunch the next day.
She pulled the spare leg off of Myra and got the leg into place.
"Ready?" She asked.
Myra exhaled and closed her eyes tightly. Nodding her head, she gripped the arm of the couch.
Winry counted down from three and connected the new leg to the port.
Myra's grip on the arm tightened and groaned. Breathing, she opened her eyes and smiled meekly. "God, I hate that." Winry returned the smile and stood up.
"Try it," she ordered.
Myra extended the knee and rolled her ankle. "Wow," she said, the pain forgotten. She stood up on it, wincing slightly from the tender nerves. As she walked around the room she said, "I love you Win. This leg is so much better then my last one."
"It's going to cost you know." Winry stretched her arms. "Takes a lot of work to make that kind of thing."
"Totally prepared for that." She did a cartwheel and landed on her automail. "I recently got paid for my first job, so it should be enough."
Winry nodded. "You seem pretty hyper."
Myra stretched her leg. "Eh. I hate staying still and doing nothing. Even after I first got my automail I didn't take it easy. I would keep going outside to help out my neighbors even after I was scolded. I'll take pain if it means moving."
Winry looked the small girl with an eyebrow raised. 'How can she be like this? Grown men don't move this much after a reconnection.'
Myra did a handstand and stretched her legs around. She stepped down, wincing slightly, but still going strong.
'Where did those two find this girl?'
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Winry kept staring at me like I was an alien. She must have been wondering how it was that I could get over the pain in my leg.
I wasn't over it. It still hurt like hell, but I had been stuck hobbling for the past few days and I was happy to have a leg I could actually use.
I went outside and did a couple more cartwheels. I wished that I was back in Dublith so I could "play" with the boys in my neighbor hood; I would pound the crap out of them and they'd be okay with it.
I kicked the air with my automail and remembered kicking that one kidnapper in the crotch. I smiled at myself, clapped my hands, and hit the ground. A familiar flash of light shone before a spear came out of the ground. I grabbed hold of it and began slicing the air.
"Hey Myra."
I turned and nearly sliced Edward's nose off. His hands were held up in surrender.
"Watch it!" He growled. He pushed the tip away from his face and said, "I just came to tell you that lunch is ready."
"Oh, okay." I dropped the spear and ran back to the house, leaving him behind.
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Ed stared at Myra as she ran off toward the house. A moment ago she'd looked like she wanted to kill him. The next thing he knew she was running off like a little girl.
'Maybe she's bipolar?' he thought as he walked back.
Myra was sitting down chewing on a sandwich when he walked in. The milk glass in front of her was empty.
Ed began laughing. Myra and Winry turned toward him.
"See Winry? Drinking milk doesn't do anything for your height."
Myra looked at him confused. "Milk? What does milk have to do with anything?"
"Everyone keeps saying that I'm short because I don't drink my milk." He felt victorious as he spoke.
Myra looked at the milk glass, still puzzled. "How does milk do anything for you?" she thought aloud.
Winry defended her position. "Milk help your bones grow. It's a scientific fact."
Myra glared at the glass. "Annoying milk." She clapped her hands and touched the bottle. The glass changed into the shape of a cow. "Go back to where you came from."
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The next day we left the Rockbell's house. I paid them the night before. It would take some time for the money to get to them, but it had legally been transferred from me to them.
Edward, Alphonse, and I all took the train back to Central. We had to check in with the Colonels.
The ride back was as long, but not as uncomfortable.
Baker had arranged me to stay with Hughes and his family, seeing as I still didn't have a place to call my own. I was fine with it, even though I felt Hughes was a bit insane.
One could say I was only slightly pissed off when I discovered that Mustang and Baker had conversed with one another.
Edward and I were called into Baker's office a few days after our return. Mustang was standing next to Baker's desk. He had an expressionless face that creeped me out.
"Do you need me for something, sir?" I questioned my commanding officer.
He cleared his throat and leaned forward in his chair. "Loken, my colleague and I were talking and we decided that it would be best if you and Fullmetal were partnered together."
My jaw dropped. I didn't bother paying attention to Edward as I ranted. "Sir! I'm perfectly capable of working by myself! My trip to Sekia proved that!" I slapped my palms against the top of his desk and gaped at him.
He cleared his throat again. "As true as that is, you still got into trouble and were unable to work. As a soldier we understand that you will get injured, but even so you've been out of work for nearly two weeks. Because of this, I feel that partnering you two will keep you both out of too much trouble. I'm sorry if you disagree."
I backed away and returned to my original position. "Understood, sir."
It was Ed's turn to fume. "What about me? Why do I have to be stuck with her?" he said pointedly. I glared at the back of his head and imagined that blonde braid of his bursting into flames. "I mean she's the one who got herself in trouble, and I have my own work to do!"
Colonel Mustang folded his arms and said, "I actually think that it would be good for you. For the past three years it's been you and Al. Get used to having Loken around, cause you two will be together until further notice. Just to let you know, this was a suggestion from the Fuehrer." (A/N: not sure if that's spelled right. Don't shoot me!)
My face contorted itself into a look of confusion. "Why would the Fuehrer be concerned?"
I hadn't meant to say this aloud. It was a thought that found its way to my mouth.
"We don't know," Baker said. I felt relieved that it wasn't taken as an insult, but didn't show it on the outside. "He told us that it would be good if you stuck together."
I sighed, causing my bangs to fall down. 'We meet again, hair,' I thought, the last moment forgotten as I puffed at my hair.
"Any more questions?" Mustang asked his face still creepily plain.
Neither of us said anything.
"Then Fullmetal, you're free to go," Baker said. He then turned to Mustang. "Don't you have paperwork to do?"
His face finally showed emotion as he sighed. He looked pissed off as he walked out.
I waited for them to be gone and the door to shut before speaking. The door clicked and I released a breath. "Sir, do you need something?"
His weird half-drunk personality came up. "You realize I don't like this any more then you do? That Mustang guy is kind of shady. Also, be careful." Here's where the half-drunk part kicked in. He doesn't drink though, so his personality is pretty weird. "Loken, if that Fullmetal kid does anything screwy I give you permission to kick his ass."
He sounded like a 32 year old version of what my older brother would have been. It was kind of creepy and funny at the same time.
Baker said this with a sly smile plastered on his face. "Understood?" he said firmly.
I tried to contain my smile. "Understood sir."
"Get going then." He shoed me away and I walked away.
Edward and Al were in the hall. I looked at them and sighed.
I puffed at my bangs as I thought, 'Just great. I get stuck with the walking, talking can and the shrimpy blonde.'
(A/N: So how's that for a change in direction? At first I was thinking it would just be a story about another State Alchemist, but now I've stuck Myra with Ed and Al.
I'll give you an idea of why I've done this; I'm going with FMA Brotherhood. Because Bradley is a homunculus, they don't know it yet, and is connected with Father he can make it easier to keep an eye on the sacrifices. This is the reason Myra and Ed get partnered.
Before I forget, look down the screen. What's there? It's... not blue or big. It's a stupid box! What the fx! Still wondering why they changed it. Anyway... please review! You can cuss me out on what a bad story it is, 'cause I can take criticism, though if you do please explain why it sucks cause then I'll fix it. ARIGATO!)
