Hate me now, love me later, I'll understand. Here's for you guys so you don't have to wait another day to find out about what Dalka does for her alchemic display. Well here's some info you have to wait any way, I'm submitting two chapters because I cut up the test into three days and I'm letting you read it over a two day so be nice.
The next morning was much like the first, except I had to fix everything I'd wronged the day before. I apologized to the Elric brothers, and Elysia. I smiled and acted like nothing had ever happened. The Brothers had gone by the front desk to see if I'd passed, I had one of the highest scores, so when I came time I went up to the Headquarters. My test that day was even more surprisingly simpler then it had been the day before. It was a combination of a physical and balancing act. I had to prove I was in shape and then sit in a stool that had three very odd legs very close together, rather then far apart. I looked at the stool oddly for a moment, and then treated it like one of the balancing exercises my sensei had given me. After ten minutes of speaking with a bunch of geezers that I couldn't even see in the dark room, I was told to I could leave, and to return the next day at one.
I walked out of the building, rejoicing in the cold late autumn day. I took a deep breath. There was a sharp cold in the air that came before the first snow. I opened my eyes and looked up, the sky was clear but I was sure by tomorrow the ground would have a layer of snow. When I finally looked down, for Ed and Al, I meet Mustang's cool, black eyed gaze. He was standing a respectable distance from me, and I had to pass him to get to where Ed and Al where talking to Havoc and Riza. It only took me a minute to realize he was waiting for me.
I strolled over to him, my face frozen in a calm glare, "What? Do you want to insult my ancestry now?" I let my eyebrows flinch.
Mustang looked away, and when he looked back I noticed the faint color in his cheeks. "I'm not very good at this," He said rubbing his neck. "Hughes told me that the things I said to you... disturbed you deeply."
"Gee, Yah think. That might explain why you have that shiner," I pointed at one of my own eyes, sarcastically.
Mustang visibly blushed, "I meant more then that... Any way I thought maybe it would be best if I apologized, I didn't mean to insult you. I thought you'd understand that there are a lot of men who don't think you belong here, or want you to do well. That's why, I've had Havoc and Hawkeye keep an eye on you." He looked away again, "You're more important to us then you think."
My jaw dropped, not only had Mustang apologized, he'd told me I was important, I, ME important. "Are you feeling alright?" I put a hand to his forehead and one to mind, "You don't have a fever, but I could have caused a concussion yesterday. Maybe I should get Hawkeye to take you to the hospital."
"I'm fine," Mustang said pulling away and walking off, "I thought you might need an apology but I see you take just about everything in stride. Lieutenant, Second Lieutenant, we're leaving now." He strode past them and to a car that was parked out front.
"HEY, MUSTANG!!" I called. He turned and looked at me glaringly. I did my best smug impression of him, "Thanks, I'm glade you have some sense of honor, I was worried there for a minute." I glanced at Havoc, "Others I'm not so sure about. I want you and Hawkeye to be here tomorrow, and then I'll show you what I can really do."
He smiled, "Does this mean we have to leave Havoc at Home? He tends to chew up the couch when we leave him alone."
I laughed out loud, the first laugh Mustang had heard, "Well, I suppose you can bring him with you, just keep him on a leash." Havoc looked down trodden, but Mustang and I were enjoying this joke. We all parted ways and I ignored the fact that Havoc was following us from a save distance. I was in too good of a mood to let it get me down. I couldn't wait to show everyone what I could do, tomorrow.
Yeah, yeah, Hate the cliff hanger rejoice in the fact that you get to find out what she does tomorrow no strings attached.
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