Chapter 5

I wonder how hard it would be to drag two dead bodies from central. That was the thought that ran from my head as Mustang told me what he had wanted. It was bad enough that I had to leave central, and more importantly the book of father's I was studying, for a mission. But why Gods in heaven did it have to be with Youji?

" Why are you sending us?"

" Because Cain's ability to work the elements is invaluable, as well as you skills Michaels."

" Which would be what exactly?"

I really couldn't help but ask. Even though Youji had spent damn near a day telling me about himself, I realized how little I knew about him. His cheerfulness and flirtatious attitude was more then suspicious, I could tell he was hiding something, But it really wasn't any of my business. No matter how disturbing it felt to leave it alone.

" He is a master on stealth and covert operations, it has earned him the name Ninja or something ridiculous like that."

" There is nothing ridiculous about that! I consider it a complement."

If Mustang wanted to complain further, he didn't have the chance. At that moment a small boy with blond hair and, what seemed to be golden eyes, stormed into the room and slammed his hands onto Mustang's desk. Soon after a giant suite of armor came running into the room, chastising the smaller boy.

" Brother you shouldn't…"

" What the hell Mustang! We finally get a promising lead, and you, ya tight ass, call us all the way back here! God, your so infuriating!"

" Infuriating? Are you using big words now to compensate for your lack of height Fullmetal?"

" WHO ARE YOU CALLING A BEAN-SPROUT MIGET?"

It went on like that for a while, I thought my ears were going to bleed. My heightened senses were a pain in the ass sometimes. Fullmetal, as he was dubbed, continued to rant. Mustang enjoying it all the while, and the armor that had called Fullmetal brother, was apologizing to the passerby's for the noise. I had to put a stop to this before my eardrums exploded.

" Excuse me."

" What?"

Well, this would be enjoyable. He was a child who detested to be treated like one. He reminded me of my brother in so many ways. So, I would handle him like I handled my brother.

" You have every right to be angry, but you know yelling won't get you your answers. Clam down, find out what it is that he wants, then you can be on your way. Right?"

A little ego stroking, let them know they were right, and peace returns to central once more. He stared at me for a moment, and sighed. Fullmetal walked over and sat in a vacant chair in the back of the room. Both Youji and Mustang stared at me in disbelief, little had I known that I just calmed on of the most hot-tempered Alchemists in the military.

" Holy crap."

Both of them muttered, When Mustang jokingly asked me to stay in central to tame the boy; I left the room hurriedly with the envelope containing the mission information. I knew there was about to be another outburst, and I did want to save my poor ears from that pain. Once again I found myself on that hellish train. Only this time it was with Youji sitting uncomfortably close.

" Do you mind Youji?"

" No, not at all. You can cuddle all you want Hun."

" You're the one practically squishing me!"

Once again that shit eating grin of his crawled into his face. I decided to occupy myself with reading the contents of the envelope. The mission seemed simple enough, investigate a facility that was supposed to have closed down, but was seemingly running as if no condemning had taken place. Speculations had the military believing it was some underground operation, possible supplying the rebels in the west with weapons and other necessities.

The envelope also held information stating it would have to be an under cover job. Not a problem really, however the cover we were given, for me, was.

" What's wrong? Damn Hun your face is really pale, you ok?"

" Mustang is a dead man."

"Your mission will require a cover, so you and your partner Michaels, will be traveling as a newly-wed couple visiting the area."

Youji read it out loud. I could hear the smile in his voice. If Mustang thought this was funny, I would show him how funny a size 8 up his ass would be.

End Chapter

A/N: Apologies for another short chapter, but I am returning to the hospital tomorrow and I don't know when I will return. To those who have reviewed, thank you for you support. This chapter is for you.