A Little Bit Of Me

by Aceidia

After Martel's death, Alphonse sits in his hotel room that evening, talking with the moon and stars in the sky. "Am I a horrible person?" He asked and he gets an unexpected answer. From Martel! Who is now bonded to Al's armor as well due to her blood tarnishing his own seal! Will they be able to get along, living in one tin can or are Alphonse and Martel doomed to battle forever?

7. Operation: Fur

Yesterday:

"What?" Roy Mustang stared at the Elric Brothers. He wasn't shocked that Alphonse had another soul stuck in his tin can. No, he didn't care about that. All he cared about was the fact King Bradley was a Homunculus. "Do you know what that means?"

"No?" Edward shook his head. "I don't."

"It means, this country is mine for the taking if I play my cards right!"

"Sir," Riza Hawkeye muttered, wishing he would calm down.

"All I need to do is get some proof!" Mustang was so happy, that he couldn't help but laugh more. "And that's where you come in, Alphonse!"

"Me?" The younger Elric brother pointed to himself.

"Yes. You. I heard you picked up a cat in Dublith, yes?"

"I did!" Alphonse's eyes lit up with joy the moment little Greed was mentioned. "We named it-"

"What of it?" Edward demanded to know, slamming his hands on Mustang's desk.

"I wish you wouldn't do that," he stared down at the blond. "You've already left a hand-shaped dent in my desk and I can't replace it. Anyway, from what I know, many people are allergic to cats. And didn't that homunculus, Greed tell you that they have the exact same makeup as humans?"

"Yes, sir. It was in my report," Edward nodded slowly as if turning over thoughts in his head. "And if that's true…"

"Thirty percent of people are allergic to cats or dogs!" Mustang exclaimed.

"Sir," Hawkeye began, "I hesitate to send Black Hayate into such a dangerous situation.'

"Agreed!" Alphonse said. "I don't want Greed hurt by the homunculi!"

"Wait," Mustang must have heard wrong. "You named your cat 'Greed'?"

"Martel." Alphonse hastily said. "She insisted."

"Fine. It doesn't matter. But, what does is that the cleaning crew comes at night and we need to sneak into the Fuhrer's office and leave fur in every square inch. Hawkeye," He turned to his trusty right hand. "Permission to allow Black Hayate to accompany us on his mission? His skills are needed for its success."

"Yes, if I accompany him,"

"Agreed," Mustang turned to his scrapped-together team. "We meet here at midnight for Operation: Fur."

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A/N: I love this chapter. Hope you did, too! This story is so crazy.