Playing With Matches Can Get You Burned...
How Mustang Gets Let Down
Disclaimer: I do not own FullMetal Alchemist
"Ow...ow..ow...ow..."
"What are you doing?..."
A young girl, around the age of eighteen or ninteen, looked behind her quickly, her dark crimson eyes flickered at the sight of a tall man. He looked to be around six foot four... His onyx black hair shined beautifully in the bright sunlight of the warm afternoon day. She stared deep into his dark eyes, his frim yet gentle look made her squinted eyes twitch slightly.
"Trying to.. light these matches..." said the girl, as she stared into him, her crimson eyes burned with the passion of fire. She looked back down to her blackened fingertips, and cringed slightly. It had hurt, but the pain was worth it.
"Do you...need help?.." he asked, as he stepped in front of her, his long navy blue coat flowed with his steps. She flinched at the uniform.. It was something she hadn't seen since she had been a young girl... Since her older sister was taken away from her.
"No..." the girl answered, as she flipped her long blonde hair back behind her ears. She stared back at him, her eyes narrowed slightly at his badges. "Colonel..." she read from his stripes and stars on his shoulders. "No Colonel..." she said once more, this time more kindly.
The man smililed. "Reading ranks?.. That's a suprise..." he told her, as he looked her up and down. The girl shook for a second, she was not in the mood or position to be disturbed at the moment.. Not much she could do though...
"Um...Yes..I..military..." she couldn't quite get her words right, and she blushed slightly. The onyx haired man chuckled, as he shook his head up and down.
"I understand." he told her.
Why is this man talking to me?... Shouldn't he be working or something?... The girl thought, as she looked back down at her fingers. She was running out of matches... That was.. Bad...
It was true, the man had escaped from doing his paperwork by quickly leaving the room as his fellow female officer had left the room momentarally. Having the cold brush of a gun against his neck gave him chills, as he focused back at the girl. She was beautiful..Young though.. What was she ninteen?... Hmm, another year to wait... She was developed nicely though... He quickly looked at her chest, she was wearing a black halter top and dark blue jeans, and black knee high boots that tied tightly to her calves. How these girls dress now a days.. She must attract the boys... He thought, biting his lip to keep himself from smirking.
The girl flipped her hair back again, it was beginning to become an annoyance. "Yes, anyways.. I have to go..." she said, awkwardly as she stepped back, and turned around, bowing slightly to him. She couldn't help but be polite, he was good looking.. She blushed and continued her controlled walk.
The man frowned, and bent his head to the side slightly. "Goodbye, have a nice day..." he said, sighing. "There goes another one..." he muttered, as he turned around and headed out to find another girl.
It was a quest!