Ruroni-chan: *Bows* Sorry I've taken so long, Syldoran-chan actually sent me this a week ago, I just haven't posted it until now…

Syldoran-chan: *Glares* So don't blame me for the wait….

Ruroni-chan: *Sweatdrop* Right… My fault… So anyway, I'm going to let you guys get back to the story, please Remember to READ, REVIEW, AND ENJOY!!!

The plan went well, and we made it to the restrooms without so much as a single problem. Unfortunately, there was a line for the toilets in the women's restroom (typical) and I had to stand and be stared at by eleven different women until my turn, and the toilet I wanted opened up. Once in the bathroom, I changed the wall into something that would better carry sound, and tapped out the code for "Are you there?" After a few seconds I heard the code for "all clear." I rapped out the reply of "Understood" and "Stand back."

I clapped my hands and transmuted the wall between myself and Genz out of the way, turning it into a see-through, soundproof booth around us.

Genz set me with a stare. "Took you long enough," he mumbled, not knowing what exactly I'd turned the stalls into.

"Bite me," I said angrily, not bothering to keep my voice down. "Hold still so I can transmute the pigment back into your clothes." He sat on his side of the wall as I came around and clapped again. I touched his face, drawing the color out of his skin and hair and put it back into his shirt. I looked him up and down. "Well, other than the fact that you know look very odd as a blond-haired, blue-eyed man in Southerner's clothes, I'd say you look normal."

Genz snorted.

"Yeah, don't say anything that will make me angry at you. I could turn your clothes into what you expect, only not put the bottom of the pants there," I said, the image of Genz in bottomless trousers making me giggle. I clapped my hands and put them to his shoulders, imagining as much of a three-piece suit as his clothing would. So when I was finished he was wearing proper shoes, slacks, an undershirt and a white-collared shirt. "Okay, remove the shirt. I want to give you a bulletproof vest."

Genz did as I said as I pulled the leather and half of my jewelry over to him. I transmuted it into a leather and metal vest which Genz pulled on, then pulled on his collared shirt as I made his tie, regular vest and matching coat. "The vest is a little heavy," Genz complained.

"I'm not surprised," I countered. "Kevlar is lightweight, but chainmail is pretty heavy. I basically made leather-covered chainmail." I changed my own dress to a light blue sundress, adding a matching sunhat, lightweight coat and turning the leftover cloth and leather into a single suit case for Genz to carry. Finally I transmuted my necklaces and bracelets to simpler versions of themselves and gave Genz one of my watches.

"Uh . . . Dalka?" Genz said before I put the wall back.

I tilted my head to one side, giving him a questioning look.

"Hair, skin, eyes?" He gestured to each part.

"Oh.: I quickly changed my skin to an extreme pale tone, my hair to a gold just a little lighter than Genz's, my eyes to my natural royal blue. "Better?"

He nodded, and I closed the hole back up. When I stepped out there was no longer a line. Silently I went to the sink and began to wash my hands. I took several more minutes to adjust my hair, then a few more to mess with my skirt and the style of my top. Finally I picked up the coat and held on to my hair with one hand. I walked out and stopped just outside the doorway. I shifted my stance several times looking around for Genz as I put the hat on. I let my eyes pass over Breda and saw Genz hanging out next to a bun vendor. I smiled, thinking There he is, in the way only a little sister could.

I jogged over, making my breathing heavy like I had asthma. Genz reached out for me, cupping my elbow. "Are you alright?" he asked like my brother would have.

I nodded, holding my hand over my heart and bending over.

Genz's brows creased, "You know better than to run . . . Are you going to have to have another attack to finally learn to pay attention to the doctor?"

I grinned and stood straight. The vendor looked from me to Genz and asked, "Is she sick or something?"

Genz looked at him. "That's none of your business. Put on your coat, Meg."

I lifted my eyebrows at him, then turned to the vendor. "Don't pay any mind to my brother, he's over-protective. I have an illness called inflammatory asthma. Don't worry though, it's not contagious."

Genz grabbed my elbow. "That is nobody's business," he growled. "Now put on your coat."

"It's not even cold . . ." I whined.

The vendor laughed. "Here, sir, I put some extra in for your sweet sister."

Genz glared at him and growled again. I slapped his shoulder with the back of my hand. "Be polite." I smiled at the vendor and took the bag of buns. "Thank you, sir." I turned to Genz, "See what happens when you're polite?"

Genz growled and walked off towards our train, carrying our suitcase. I picked up my lady-like drawstring bag and trotted after him. I hung on to his arm as we walked like that simple jog had hurt me so much.

The train we got on had private rooms, which Mustang had arranged for us to ride in, and the ride, though long, was uneventful. I spent most of the time huddled under Genz's trench coat pretending to be asleep, or actually asleep.

When the train arrived I gladly sat up and stretched. Genz insisted on having me ride on his shoulder once we were in the simple station of the town, whose name I could never remember.

Grumman was waiting for us when we exited the train station. I waved at him happily and called him Uncle Grumman. Genz wouldn't let me down to hug him but he squeezed my leg playfully. Grumman patted Genz's shoulder like an overly pig-headed nephew and told him to let me down and stop treating me like glass just because I was like rice paper. I glared at him and Genz snorted, and followed Grumman out to the car. He set me into the front seat of the car and then tucked our luggage into the trunk.

At Grumman's house I was shown the bathing room, were I took the longest shower in the history of ever, and changed back into my normal skin and hair color. I added a black, knee-length dress with a high collar and no sleeves. Over this I pulled on a floor-length blue silk coat with a quilted lining and quilted leather boots that were fitted and came to just above my ankles, with short, pointed heels. I transmuted my hair to a short bob, my hair now visibly and wildly curly. Added with the make-up Grumman had picked up for me I looked a little older. Maybe twenty-two or twenty-three; f I was lucky that was what people would believe. I wasn't going to count on it though; Hawkeye had fake papers for me when she arrived.

I thanked God that when I got out of the bathroom, finally, Grumman had lunch ready. Genz had ditched the vest and tie and was hanging around with his button-up shirt half-open and his sleeves rolled up. He looked over his shoulder at me from his lounging position and raised his eyebrow. "About time, Princess."

"Oh, bite me," I said, flipping my short hair in a teenage gesture.

"I'd rather not," Genz said as he stood and headed the way I'd just come, probably to use the head.

Grumman chuckled at us as I sat down at the table and we waited for Genz to join us again. The food was the best thing I'd seen in a while; Grumman had really pulled out all the stops. All my favorite foods were present. Grumman sat across from me as he added a covered bowl of dinner rolls to the table. "You'll have to change your attitude if you wish to pass off as an older woman," he chuckled.

I gave him a look before pulling out a set of stylish glasses, and straightened my back so I was sitting the way a lady would. The glasses sat low on my nose, and I politely cleared my throat. "You vere saying, mine goodt friend?" I used a thick German accent, and looked at Grumman through veiled eyes.

Grumman's jaw dropped.

"What happened to Dalka?" Genz asked as he came back whipping his slightly wet hands on his pant legs.

It was my turn to look at him over my shoulder and glasses. "Ist, goodt to noo you vash your han's, Herr Lieutenant."

Genz's jaw dropped next. "Damn, Dalka, where'd you learn that?"

I grinned and took the glasses off. "My grandfather use to talk like that when he was really angry. I kind of picked it up after so many years. Good, isn't it?"

Genz laughed, "I'll say, no one would ever think you were an actually a major in the military, much less from this country. I'll assume I'm your translator?"

I felt the corner of my smile twitch, "Not exactly. . ."

Genz raised an eyebrow, "Care to explain that to me?"

"Boy, this food looks really good, Grumman," I said, laughing hesitantly. The rest of our stay at Grumman's I avoided that one question like the plague. It wasn't very graceful but it worked.

Ruroni-chan: What's going to happen next? What's going to happen next? What's Dalka not tell Genz? You'll have to review to find out!!!

Syldoran-chan: You just like writing cliff hangers, don't you?

Ruroni-chan: *Grins* Not exactly…

Syldoran-chan: Don't you dare pull that on me, Ruroni…

Ruroni-chan: Oh look a kitty! Readers, Remember to REVIEW!!!!