Chapter 3

I'm starting to believe that I'm cursed. No, I passed the exam easily enough. Its what happened afterward that convinced me of my bane existence. I was given a wonderfully crafted sliver pocket watch, and then told to report to a one Colonel Roy Mustang. And from the rumors I had herd, he's an ass. At least that's what all the male officers had told me. The females...well, I rather not get into there descriptions, too graphic. Now normally, I'm not an eavesdropper however when I'm seemingly the topic of a conversation, I can't help but listen.

" New rules? What the hell Mustang! Have you gone mental…. actually knowing you…"

" You know I'm not the one in charge of those decisions! God Michaels, can't you just cooperate just this once?

" What, and ruin my evil bastard persona? Not likely flame. So, who is this Terra chick anyway?"

" You worse then Fullmetal, She's the daughter of Lucious Cain. She passed the exam a while ago."

" She cute?"

I chose that moment to walk in, seemingly hearing none of there conversation. I saw the to men (or should I say boys judging by there behavior) who were talking not a moment earlier. I assumed the one behind the desk was the colonel I had herd so much about. The other occupant was unfamiliar. He had short red hair that went in every possible direction, large green eyes, and wore a sleeveless white top with his uniform overcoat tied about his waist. From a distance you could mistake him for a girl with a flat chest, but close up it was painfully obvious he was of the male variety.

" I'm liking these new rules more and more Mustang."

To say that this comment disturbed me would be the understatement of the century. Of course, the look he was giving me didn't help much either. It was the predatory look a wolf gave knowing it had cornered a rabbit. However, if he knew what I was, I'd be the wolf, he…the rabbit.

"I was asked to come here, is there something I can help you with sir?"

Just ignore him; if I don't acknowledge his presence, or even his existence, He'll back off. That's what I kept telling myself. I should have known it wouldn't be so easy, I am cursed after all. After clearing his throat the man behind the desk spoke.

" Yes, first of all I am Colonel Roy Mustang. I will be your commanding officer for the time being. You're here to receive your title and a quick briefing on the new polices that have just come into effect."

The man next to me nudged my arm and muttered. Grinning all the while.

" His real name is Ronald."

" Would you shut up Michaels! Now…as I was saying."

At that moment it be came apparent that Colonel Mustang, loved to talk. I won't bore you with the details but here's the summery. I was dubbed the Elemental Alchemist due to my ability to work them so well. (And not just the normal four either.) Then he went on abut the new policy. After a mass murderer named Scar had been disposed of, the military saw fit to assign every Alchemist under the states jurisdiction a partner. As fate would have it, the man next to me was to be my partner. The God's must hate me.

End Chapter 3

A/N: Apologies for the late update, but I was in the hospital. Also, I am aware that this chapter is quite short but necessary. If you have any questions or comments feel free to state them.

Reviews are appreciated.

Lynn Asurgi