Mustang slammed down his telephone just after talking with Edward Elric. He wore his usual military jacket and white flame alchemy gloves. His face was painted with a worried expression, which was very unusual for the Flame Alchemist.

Kraya… he thought to himself. What could have happened to her?

Instantly, horrid thoughts began to zip through his already stressed mind.

Did she get to you? How could you let your guard down? You would never do that, Kraya…it's not anything like you…but where could you have gone! He slammed his fist down onto his desk. A scorch mark instantly formed underneath his clenched fist. Mustang looked down and groaned. "Shit…that's the fourth time this week…and I have to pay for it to be repaired…perfect…" he turned his thoughts back to Sin. What happened to you, Kraya? But more importantly…if she did take you, what would Dante want from you? There's no way to reverse what has been done in alchemy… he reminded himself. Mustang sighed. I don't have time for everything…I need to find Kraya, but this work… just then, a woman of about twenty-five with blonde hair pulled back with a clip and wearing a military jacket identical to Mustang's walked through the door to Mustang's office.

"Colonel Mustang," she said very formally. "I was informed that you may need help with your many tasks."

Mustang nodded. "Yes, Lieutenant Hawkeye." He said, getting up and walking towards the door. "I do need you to assist me in my many tasks. There are forms that require approval on my desk. I will be seeing to another matter." And he left. Hawkeye stared after him.

A young man of about thirty's face was printed into her mind. Hair was brown, and his eyes a bright amber color. his smile tore a hold through her heart as she was reminded of how it felt to see him smile.

Kraya Ami'ish stirred. She was cold, and shivering. Her teeth chattered even as she slowly awoke from her slumber. When Kraya opened her eyes, she saw only one face through the darkness around her. It was a young girl who look about sixteen or seventeen. Her fuchsia eyes looked straight to Kraya's heart and saw every single pain inside of her.

"Do you wish to rid yourself of this pain, my child?" she spoke so child-like, yet her voice held unknown power.

Kraya knew of nothing more to do than to nod. "I…" her failure to speak surprised even her. "I…I do…" she managed. The girl smiled warmly and reached out with a pale hand to touch Kraya's cheek. She pulled Kraya's face closer to her own and kissed her lightly on her delicate lips then pulled away. The darkness slowly faded, and new faces could be seen. Each of them had pitch-black hair; all except a very rotund man who was bald. There was no precise way to distinguish from each of them, only that there were two men and what appeared to be four women. One man, the round, bald one, his tongue was sprawled out over his black clothing, and the other, who was much younger, his skin color varied on his right arm and left leg. One of the women was the one from the darkness, the one who had reached out to Kraya and pulled her back into the light. Another was very tall, and her hair fell in soft waves about her pale shoulders. Her black dress showed a large amount of cleavage, and fit her impeccable form perfectly. Another woman was more petite, with wilder hair and a headband that attempted to tame it all. The last woman in black was quite like the one with soft, wavy hair, but her hair was much straighter, and she did not show near as much skin as the other did. This woman smiled warmly at Kraya.

"Hello," she said sweetly.

"Who…" Kraya started. "Who…are you…people?"

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