I don't own FMA or it's characters but I wish I did and someday I will! Rikku ish mine though
It all started as a normal day that is, until she opened the mailbox. Her emerald-green eyes widened as she read the letter, an envelope with a simple sticker sealing it. "Why the hell would the military want me? I'm not a registered alchemist or anything" she said as she opened the letter. She had raven-black hair and tan skin; she had a slender yet athletic body that was concealed by her clothes, which in turn were very nerdish. Since she had never felt the reason to make herself as beautiful as she could be, she never bothered. Her hair did not have much sheen and her rather large glasses, which she pulled up every so often, hid her eyes.
She pulled up her sweater sleeves (yes, even in that weather) as she packed her stuff, after all, what was there to lose working in the military? Out the door and into the good 'ol fresh air and sweet, sweet, sunshine. " Let's see… Central is that overly large building right there"
"Umm…hello? Could you please direct me to Colonel Mustang's office?" she shyly inquired to a good-looking officer with glasses. "Oh you must be the new recruit they called in aren't you?" he replied with a warm smile. "Yes…how did you…?" she was interrupted because two boys, well one boy and one suit of armor came galloping by. "Oh sorry excuse us!" said a voice from the suit of armor. Hughes gave a hearty laugh as they ran off, "those two, Edward's probably out to bite Roy's head off once again". " Hmm…as I was saying Mr.?" She was at a lost for words, for she did not know his rank or name. "Ah! My name is Maes Hughes, just call me Hughes, ok?".
A rather long hallway she thought while being led by Hughes, also while she ignored his stories about his wife and child. She really didn't care but listened anyway (kinda) marriage and children were dead to her, no chance, and no use. Her thoughts were interrupted when she clumsily bumped into Hughes "Why may I ask? Did we stop?" she fixed her glasses. " Because my foolish low-ranking subordinate we are here," he said as he opened the door and greeted by a not-so-warm welcome. A short blond boy with tawny eyes and a red cloak was yelling his head off with a bunch of angry marks all over the place at a man who was calmly sitting behind a desk with his hands folded, and the giant armor she had seen earlier was cowering right next to the short one. Hawkeye leaning against one wall and Breda, Havoc and Black Hayate were against the other wall looking as if this was a regular event.
"Ed" the man tried to interrupt him with no avail. "I COULD HAVE DIED OUT THERE-" "Ed please" "AND AL WAS-" "EDWARD CALM
YOURSELF!" he yelled since he was losing his patience. Edward crossed his arms as he plumped his rear into the couch, also with the trademark angry face. "Anyway Hughes what is it?" said the man from behind the desk. " Aw, Roy you never say hello anymore? Has work sucked the life out of you already? I always say when a man is married he does more w—" "Hughes please get it over with already, I'm kind of busy" Roy said as he shuffled some papers. "The new recruit is here you wanna see her now?" Hughes replied disappointed that he didn't finish his sentence. She stepped in on cue and stared down wishing she were a little more presentable "Hello". Ed automatically burst out in laughter onto the floor holding his stomach "Damn! She's worse than Hughes assistant!" She suddenly wished she wasn't there anymore.
She saluted and said "Rikku Marie Bella reporting for um…err…whatever I'm here for really" and she lowered her hand. Mustangs eyebrows raised as he studied her, not getting any information at all " You are here to help me with my mounds and mounds of paperwork that never ceases to pile up" He gave a signal for the others to leave the room for a while, then he motioned for her to sit down. " Now I want it to be clear that I do not tolerate slacking of any kind, no tom-foolery as well, clear?" "Crystal, sir" her hands were clenched because the pressure was enormous. "Now you will need a uniform…assuming you are a D of some kind…." He muttered under his breath. "What?" "Nothing! I just said that you are a medium right?" "Right" she eyed him suspiciously.
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Wikku: Roy is a basified class A perv aren't you?
Roy:…………
Wikku: one day I'm going to make Full Metal Alchemist the Musical! And guess what song I'm going to make you sing
Roy:…………
Wikku: TOMA!
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