Disclamer: Don't own FMA, probably never will... (This whole chapter is in Italics because it's the
past...)
This is four years ago...
Chapter one: Past
It was a cold rainy day, the building she took shelter in was just destroyed... The poor girl was left out in the rain. She was cold... Wearing only a brown tattered shirt and short mud stained sweatpants, her long pink hair drapped over her shoulders. Suddenly, a hand was held out at a nice distance from her face. "Are you okay?" from the sound of the voice it seemed to be a man. She looked up through her teary eyes and saw a man with hair that was quite out of the ordinary... Blonde in the front, and light brown in the back... He was wearing a military uniform, but he was unlike the others... He was very nice... He had a ciggerette hanging from his mouth and a rifle on his back. But he was very kind, she could see it through his beautiful dark blue eyes.
"What's Your name?" the man asked. In a very quiet voice, she answered. "M-mia..."
"That's a nice name... Do you know where you live, Mia?" The voice responded. The girl yet again spoke in a silent tone. "Here..." The man's eyes lit up and he got down on his knees and helped her up. She was small enough for him to carry her on his back, so he did so. Mia looked at him curiously and laid her head on his shoulder. "What's your name" She said quietly... "My name's Jean, but everyone calls me Havoc..." Mia quivered. Jean turned his head to look back at Mia "Something the matter?" Mia shook her head. "No..." Jean shrugged it off and continued walking through the cold alley way... "Are you cold?" he asked. "Yes..." Jean smiled. "You want my jacket?" Mia looked at him, shocked. "You'd let me have it?" she said in a low-tone but this time a bit louder. Jean nodded. "Yeah, sure!" Mia shook her head. "But then you'll get a cold!" Jean shrugged. "Nah... I'm a tough-guy... I can take it!" Jean was clearly lying... His voice kind of went higher when he said that. Mia blinked curiously and hopped off his back. "I can walk..." Jean felt the coldness on his back after she jumped off. "Alright... You sure?" Mia nodded. "I'm okay now... Thank you..." Jean heard pattering sounds on the ground, they sounded like bare-feet, surely enough, he looked down and noticed Mia wasn't wearing any shoes. "Okay, okay I'm going to have to pick you up... I can't let you walk on the broken pieces of glass in your bare-feet..." Mia blushed slightly. Just as he said that, she stepped on a piece of glass. "Ouch!" Jean though to himself 'Shit...' He knelt down and looked at her foot, There was a piece of glass lodged into the middle of her foot. "Damn... I need to find something to stop the bleeding... Jean looked down at his shirt and ripped off a piece of it and pulled the glass out and put the piece of fabric on her foot... It was long enough to wrap around her foot. He picked her up, and put her on his back like a piggyback. Mia looked around and then started to blush. Jean looked around and then blushed aswell... "So... How old are you?" Mia looked at the ground. "I'm sixteen..." Jean sighed. "I'm eighteen..." Mia then realized she was conversing with a military soldier. "Your apart of the military aren't you..." Jean nodded. "Yeah..." Mia stopped blushing, she jumped off of Jean and ran forward. "I don't need help from a dog of the MILITARY!" Mia ran away wiping tears from her eyes. Jean sighed. "Damn, I got one of the stubborn ones... But she is really cute!" Jean chased after her. She ran as fast as she could until she bumped into someone else. She started to pant because she couldn't breath. "Hello! Are you lost?" a cheerful voice came from this guy, He had glasses and a nice clean shave dark brown hair a strand of hair dangling down his face, He was also wearing a military uniform. "No! Leave me alove!" Mia got up and ran the other way. He shifted his glasses "Was it something I said?" Mia continued Running and then bumped into Jean again. Mia fell to the ground started tearing at the eyes "LEAVE ME ALONE! YOU MILITARY SCUM!" She yelled at the top of her lungs. Jean let out a sighed and got down on his knees. "I'm not going to hurt you..." Jean pulled off his jacket and wrapped it around her. Mia ripped the jacket off of her and threw at Jean. "I said I don't need YOUR help!" Jean sighed yet again. "I can't help you if you keep being so aggressive!" Mia scratched his in the face up. Jean fell backwards with a bunch of scratch marks all over his face. "Damn... That's gonna leave mark!" The rain beating down on the scratches weren't making him feel any better. Jean got up and ran up to Mia and jumped on her Jean turned himself around so that he would fall first.. they both plunged to the ground. Jean tightened his grip on Mia "Listen, Mia... Your lucky to have me find you first... If it was anyone else... You'd be dead meat... Or worse..." Mia struggled. "LET GO!" Mia slapped Jean's cheek. "Ahh! Not on the scratches!" the two of them were lying on the ground face to face side by side. Mia punched Jean in the stomach and slid out of his grip and got up and ran again. Jean curled in a bit holding his stomach. "Damn, she hits hard!" Jean got up and ran after Mia while holding onto his stomach. Mia sighed. "I can't run away! This guy is crazy! all he does is follow me!" Mia cried her eyes out as she continued running... "What are you running for?" Mia looked up and saw a raven haired man standing before her... "Okay! Fine! Kill me!" Mia collapsed to the ground with scrapes and scratches all over her... He feet were covered it blood from of the glass she stepped on. The man bent down to look at her... "She's wounded badly... Poor thing..." Mia looked up at him and realized he didn't even look like he was going to kill her... Instead, he took out a hankercheif and wiped the blood of her feet. Mia growled... "Leave me the Hell alone... You mutt..." he looked down at her and slid back a bit. Mia pushed herself up and lunged for him, but only ended up in his lap. He head was laying on his knees. "Roy!" Roy looked up to see Jean headed towards him. "Sgt! I want this taken care of... What the hell happened to your face?" Jean shook his head. "Don't ask... It's a long story..." Jean picked the girl up and laid her on his back. "Let's get back to the headquarters..." Jean nodded. "Yeah..."