Disclaimer: Don't own FMA, don't plan to. Don't own characters of FMA and I never will.

Note: Probably a little late for a note like this to appear but just wanna warn the public about my story. Yes, it involves cursing and most likely a lot of it. It will have offense things in the story, but just go along with it. Also, in the future...there might possibly be...relationships...yaoi relationships. Or not. Depends how I want the story to go. Because it's my story and I'll do what I want too. And if you don't like it, you can go tell to the someone who cares. Which isn't me. Because I don't. Yeah...anyway, on with the story.


Chapter 3 - Letter

I stare at my blank paper, pen in hand and thinking a bit too hard about what I should write down. I don't know why I find it so difficult to write a damn letter to an old friend but I seem to be challenged when it comes to writing. Which is probably why I don't turn in reports half the time. I despise writing, I despise the words 'report' or 'notes' and I hate, hate, HATE recording my findings in any notebook for the damned military. But back to my current problem. How to start the letter.

Dear Midori,

Aie, that sounds too stupid. 'Dear'...no one uses that word anymore. I'll cross that out. Maybe I'll just write the bastard's name on it. I scribble the word 'bastard' and snicker at my pathetic attempts to insult my old friend. So cross that out. Damn, I'll just write whatever.

Midori,

It's been a while since I wrote anything to you (or anything in particular) so I whipped out a piece of paper and took out my pen to waste my time on updating you with my horrifically boring life. How kind of me, don't you agree? Anyway, I just heard news that I'll be sent to the east in hopes of protecting those pathetic alchemist from the man we call 'Scar'. I don't know how they expect ME to do anything about the man. I know only three facts about the anti-alchemist and those are that he's an Ishvalan, he has a scar in the shape of an X on his head and he obviously dislikes alchemist that work with the military. Not that I blame the man, we aren't the most caring people in the world. But back to going to the East Headquarters. I'll be under the command of that pompous, annoying, bastard Roy Mustang. My life is going to be hell. But enough about me, how are things with you going? Hopefully, you aren't causing too much trouble out there Midori. That was stupid of me to say seeing as it's you we are talking about. When do you not cause trouble? Anyway, don't get yourself killed (not that I'm thinking you will) and stop being a bastard to people.

Love, Nao

I look at the note. It's pretty good considering who it was for. At least I didn't threaten to shove my gun down his throat and pull the trigger if he dares to think about causing trouble. I look at my paper and snicker as I add an afterthought.

P.S. By the way, just because I'm going to be in the East doesn't mean you have the right to visit me. Which means NO late night visits to where I'm staying, you perverted bastard. And don't bothering trying to find out where I'm staying. You'll never figure it out anyway.

With a smirk on my face and I fold the paper in a envelope, content with my ending note. Although knowing my midori, that might strike a challenge for him to try and find me. It's not like that idiot friend of mine can find out where I'm staying. With a dreadful sigh, I look out the window. It's pitch black outside and although I should be sleeping, I'm not. Tomorrow I leave to the East, early in the morning at that too. I despise getting up early but what choice do I have? When you join the military, you don't get choices. I gave up a life of freedom to become, and to put it bluntly and as harshly as I can, a bitch of the military. I'm a toy for the military, a 'dog' as I bluntly stated to be ordered around as if I was not human like the rest of them. State Alchemist are on a completely different level than other people. We're dirt. At times, we're lower than that. People who become alchemist in the military throw their lives away to be stepped on by egoistical, moronic, and extremely cruel bastards that have higher rank. With the exception of that damned Gran who seems to have a damn good life. I had my life taken from me before I even entered the military and with nothing left, I thought 'Hell, might as well' then I proceeded to join the military. Yet the people hate me. Despise me. I deserve it though. I'm not the nicest alchemist around. In fact, the word 'nice' or 'caring' cannot be even used to describe me. I'm another fucking puppet of the military.

Being a State Alchemist sucks.