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"Really?" I asked, glancing over at Shela. I was currently stuffing some clothes in my old suitcase to take with me for when I started traveling with… *shiver* Kimblee….

"Yeah, I think it'd look really good on you." She encouraged. I pursed my lips, pondering.

"What kind of haircut should I get, then?" I turned back to my suitcase, sitting on it in attempt to close it. Wow, I really had acquired more clothes since I moved to Central. And, now that I look at it, I've barely traveled except when I moved here from East City and when Mustang ordered me to go with Ed and Armstrong to Resembool and the Xerxes ruins. But at least it was the North, because when I lived in my world, I lived somewhat in the North. Just now, I have to deal with winter without my former body fat. I have lots of muscles, and, even if they're better insulators, they have been reduced because I've been hanging out in the hospital too much for the past few months.

"You should get bangs and trim the other hair," Shela recommended, "It should be about shoulder-length when you're done." I nodded, thinking about it. I grinned.

"If I'm going to get that kind of haircut, I want to dye it either a darker scarlet or a bluish-black color." I said, bouncing on my suitcase. When it shut, I fist pumped victoriously before hopping off my bed and brushing invisible dust of myself.

"Hmm..." Shela said, flying up to my shoulder, "I think if you want to dye it, it should be more of a natural color." I frowned, thinking hard.

"Well… I want it to have a slight red tinge," I edited the image of my hairstyle, "Blonde with a slight red tinge… Oh! And I should have side bangs, at least to cover up my evil-looking eye." Shela nodded in approval.

"Sounds good. Let's go!" She exclaimed cheerfully, flying off my shoulder and hovering by the door. I sighed, shaking my head, but not being able to help the smile that came to my lips.

And so, I got Gracia to recommend a really good barber shop in downtown Central. Luckily, I had bought myself another map, so it wasn't as hard to find my way to the shop.

"Barber shop…" I snickered, "So OLD-FASHIONED…" It's more of a thing my grandparents would say then a younger adult would say. I don't know how, but I still find it somewhat funny to hear people still use words and phrases I've heard my older relatives use.

"You're from a different generation, so of course you'd find this old." Shela rolled her eyes at me. I looked down at where she trotted beside me, looking up at me.

I had sewn a small kitty sweater for her to cover up her wings, so she could now walk around in public like a normal cat and not be afraid to be seen.

"At least they aren't talking like Shakespeare... If they were, then I'd REALLY crack up." I said, chuckling even more to myself. Shela gave me a curious look, but didn't say anything. I looked up to find the barber shop was in sight, so I quickened my pace until I finally skidded to a halt in front of the nice, fancy doors.

"The woman said they do walk-ins, right?" Shela asked. I nodded.

"Thank god they do." I said, looking down at Shela, who was marveling at the barber shop.

"I can't bring pets, so walk around a bit, and make sure you don't get picked up." I said, opening the door. Shela sighed before casually striding away, leaving me to enter the nice shop. Thanks heavens I had brought a lot of money.

And so, after talking to the man behind the desk, I had been able to sneak an appointment in.

I haven't had my hair cut in a while, so it felt a bit weird, but I didn't mind. After my hair had been washed, cut, dried, and styled, the man from behind the desk came over, leaving the woman who cut my hair to resume the desk.

The man brought over a bowl of some kind of dye and used alchemy to dye my hair the desired color. The whole thing lasted about an hour, and I didn't even get a glimpse of my hair until I was finished, and the man turned the chair around so I faced a mirror on the wall.

I gaped. They had done my hair exactly how I had wanted it! It looked amazing by itself, but the surprising thing is, it suited me. I never thought blonde would suit me.

"Brunettes with your type of face usually don't usually look good in blonde, but on you it looks beautiful." The man said in a slightly accented voice, smiling at me, "Good choice."

The price, as expected, was fairly expensive, but I didn't mind, since they did a perfect job. I paid and left, confidently walking down the street, attracting a few stares from people passing by. And, to my delight, those stares weren't disgusted or fearful!

My bangs covered my eye, but luckily, since my eye was blind, it didn't make a big difference in sight to me.

"That haircut looks better than I thought it would, even if it is a bit shorter than shoulder-length." Shela said, and I found her trotting up to me. I grinned at her.

"I feel like a new person." I breathed a sigh of relief, "I'm so happy! My head feels lighter, too!" It also looked good with my clothes. I wore a short, cute maroon short-sleeved dress with a belt wrapped around my waist, and thick, soft black leggings with my usual knife-concealing boots and a black knit sweater covering my arms. I was never fashionable in my old world, but at least I have some fashion here.

Luckily, I was able to cover the smaller scars on my face with makeup, so I looked like the explosion never happened, with my arms and legs and eye covered.

Oh, what I would do for that happiness to last.

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"Lynette?" I heard Kimblee's voice as I walked in the door, causing a chill to run down my spine. I had just said goodbye to Gracia and Elicia, and taken a train to the post where Kimblee had arrived at. Shela was currently hidden in a small carry-bag that had air holes in it, so she could breathe.

"Yes." I said, walking up to Kimblee, my hands anxiously tightening on my bulging suitcase. I eased one of my hands off to hold up my side bangs, revealing my scarred eye. Kimblee's eyebrows rose as I dropped my bangs back down, rolling my eyes.

Kimblee still scared the shit out of me, but since my haircut gave me a slight boost in confidence, I was able to control myself much better around him.

"Well, you've changed." He stated bluntly.

"Any good leads on the Scar case yet?" I changed the subject, staring at Kimblee intently. He sighed.

"Nothing yet." He said, and was about to continue, when a soldier rushed up to him. I spaced out while the soldier reported, not really caring. I looked around the bustling room, seeing soldiers rushing around the room and phones ringing all over the place.

"We have a sighting now." Kimblee announced after the soldier left. I snorted, snapping out of my observations.

"That was fast. We're headed North, right?" I asked, and Kimblee nodded, smirking slightly in a way that made the hair on my arms stand on end.

This won't be fun.

/

"Match that train's speed!" Kimblee ordered the conductor of the train, who obliged quickly. We were currently on a speeding military train in pursuit of the train Scar was supposedly on with a cloaked companion. I couldn't help but want to laugh when they thought it was Marcoh, when in fact, he was heading a different way with May and Shao May. I bet Kimblee would be pissed, though, when he found out that unidentified man was in fact Yoki.

Anyway, as our train matched the other's speed, Kimblee looked over at me. I stared back at him, edging away from the opening in the train.

"You can go ahead; I think I'll stay here." I stuttered, but Kimblee swooped me up and slung me over his shoulder. My eyes widened in shock, and, before I could resist, Kimblee leaped out of the train.

My ear-splitting horror scream rang through the air as we jumped through the air, only to land hard on an empty train car that lacked not only a roof, but walls too. Wind rushed past us as I clung to Kimblee, more afraid of falling off than Kimblee himself. He brushed me off and cautiously made his way to the car in front of us, which didn't lack walls or a ceiling, and contained a few boxes from what I could see.

But I was just sitting there, my nails digging into the ground, paralyzed. When I finally decided to risk my life, I made my way slowly to the car Kimblee had entered, my nails digging in with every inch I traveled.

That's when I started to hear fighting taking place ahead. Startled at the sudden noise, I let go, letting the wind push me back. My adrenaline pumped as I threw all my worries out the window and rushed forward, finally reaching the car. I walked through the door, and screamed as debris flew my way, a big sliver of metal I had dodged piercing through the metal of the car, making my eyes widened as I scampered around the fighting, ducking behind boxes.

When I reached the end of the car, I quickly opened the door and looked at the train car in front of me. A chain and some metal bindings were the only things connecting the cars, so I would have to jump. My heart raced as I reminded myself that I had no other choice. I jumped, and my heart dropped as I almost missed the other car.

As quick as I could, I entered the next car, only to hear an explosion behind me. I cursed, hurriedly making my way through that car into the next, and going from car to car in attempt to reach the engine room.

It felt like hours, but I finally reached the engine room, being brave enough to edge along the side of the front of the train, using alchemy to make a metal pole wrap around me for support.

"STOP THE TRAIN!" I panted, collapsing on the floor of the engine room, clutching at my rapidly beating heart. The conductor and other helpers looked at me in shock, but the train was quickly stopped, probably because they had recognized my uniform.

It took me a while to recover, but I did eventually. All the people in the engine room looked at me questioningly and I sat up, looking around at all of them.

"You're missing some back cars." I stated bluntly, surprising all the people. They looked out the window, only to find that I was right.

Some helpers quickly hopped out of the halted train, dragging me along as they made their way to the end of the train cars.

What we found shocked everyone.

Kimblee had been impaled with a metal pole in his stomach, and was bleeding heavily. My eyes widened, and I gasped and started freaking out.

I had hurt people, yes, and I had cut them, yes, but never have I inflicted this much on someone. When I was little, even hearing the word "blood" scared me half to death and would give me nightmares. Now, I had obviously grown out of that, with fighting and all, and I could handle some blood, but this was just too much. I couldn't handle seeing fatal wounds like this in a movie, much less real life.

I couldn't handle things like this because normal people wouldn't survive this stuff. I never, ever wanted to watch someone die. The serial killers had given me countless nightmares, and I avoided looking at them even after they had been hung. Even though I feared Kimblee, I didn't want him to die in front of me.

But, I guess it was too much for me to look at, because I fainted after that.

Oh well, at least it's the helper's problem now.

Hey guys! LONG CHAPPIE~ AUTHOR LADY IS BEING AWESOME~

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Anyway, Lynette got a haircut! Rockin' the new blonde! And, if you're having a hard time picturing her hair color, its like a maroonish-blonde, almost like copperish, or in other words, kinda strawberry blonde. I decided its time for an image change.

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