Just my luck, the Fuhrer was stopping by East City Headquarters.
A hectic hour awaited me, and soon after I found myself in the training fields being watched by the Fuhrer himself, along with Roy and a few other soldiers.
I, on the other hand, was dead nervous. Not only was I too aware of the Fuhrer being a humonculi, but someone was going to judge me on my performance as a martial artist. My nerves were at their highest level, and I stood in front of them, unmoving.
"Lynette, please put on a demonstration. You may destroy a few of the wooden figures behind you," Roy said, giving me a wink. I bit my lip as I turned around. The whole right half of the training field was filled with wooden dummies, ones meant to train with.
I started off with approaching one of the wooden dummies quickly, jumping and slamming the top of my foot against the dummy's neck, effectively throwing the head a good yard or two away. With grace, I swung my foot around to sweep another dummy's feet off the ground, catching the head in my hands and twisting it off, throwing it to land by the other one. A slightly crazy laugh escaped my tight throat as I jumped back and threw a punch at a dummy. It spun, and when it's arm neared my face, I shattered the wood with a palm punch. Spinning around, I knocked it down, and kicked the chin of the dummy, sending the head rolling off. I laughed again as I ran and jumped on at a dummy, kicking it hard in the stomach. When it doubled over, I did a backbend, and when I kicked over, I sent the head flying off. I stood up, a smile on my face even though I panted, I walked over to the watching group.
The Fuhrer clapped while the rest of the men gaped. I bowed, proud of my skills.
"That was incredible," The Fuhrer remarked, smiling. I smiled back, pushing aside the fact he was a humonculus for the moment. When no one was looking I winked as Roy, being cocky at my win.
"As you can see, she is at a higher skill level than some of our own soldiers, and is without a guardian, so it makes sense to give her special permission to be a part of the military." Roy said grudgingly. I grinned a bit wider, sensing he got my cockiness and took it as an insult to his god complex.
"I agree, it does make sense. How old are you?" The Fuhrer directed the question at me.
"I'm twelve, sir," I answered, causing shock among the soldiers. It even seemed to slightly surprise the Fuhrer, but he quickly covered it. Sly man.
"Well, I think I've seen enough. She has my permission," the Fuhrer said. I bowed in thanks, my smile brighter than ever.
"What part of the military are you thinking of assigning her to?" the Fuhrer asked Roy.
"I was thinking the field agents, sir. She could work under me." Roy suggested. I raised an eyebrow at him. Really? I'd have to work under him? Well, on the upside of that, I might even get to bump into the Edward Elric….. Okay, now I'm alright with working under him.
"What would you like to be?" Now that question was directed at me. My eyes glinted deviously.
"By any chance, is the next exam for State Alchemists coming up?" I questioned, surprising all of them.
"It's in five days, why?"
"If that's the case, I would like to try to enter as an alchemist," I said eagerly. Roy was about to say something when the Fuhrer held up a hand to silence him.
"I think that's an interesting idea. Go ahead, you have my permission to try," The Fuhrer said with a grin. I smiled back, bowing again.
"Thank you, sir!" I said. The Fuhrer then excused himself to enter the East City Headquarters main building, leaving Roy and I and a couple other soldiers.
"WOOHOO!" I shouted as soon as the Fuhrer was out of sight. I laughed crazily and danced around, cheering in victory, leaving Roy and the others to sweatdrop.
When I had finished, Roy escorted me back into Headquarters and into his office.
Roy's office was nice. It had smooth wood walls that were a light brown, matching wooden floors, and a big polished cherry wood desk with a golden nameplate that read 'Lieutenant Colonel Roy Mustang' in old black letters. Two bookcases sat next to each other against the wall on the either side of the desk, and they were filled with all kinds of books. A window located in the middle of the wall that faced the door let the afternoon light seep through, giving the room a warm glow.
Roy walked around his desk to sit in a big leather chair behind it, and looked at me.
"Lynette, I would like you to report back here in two days at exactly 10:00 A.M.. I have someone arriving here around that time that I would like you to meet." Roy's words confused me. He wanted me to meet someone? Who would it be? I didn't want to get my hopes up that it would be Edward Elric… But, then again, it might!
"Alright, you got it!" I said all military-like, saluting with my left hand. Roy cracked a smile.
"You salute with your right hand, Lynette," He chuckled. I looked at him for a moment, then realized my mistake.
"Oops! I got to remember that," I said, switching hands. Roy laughed and saluted me, and I left soon after.
I sat down in the alleyway I woke up in, pondering. I was going to plan how I would react when I finally met Edward Elric. Would I faint? Most probably. Would I spaz? No, he'd think I'm weird. Would I look at him in disgust? That…. Is not right. He's too hot! Would I act normal? …..Gee, I should have thought of that sooner. That's it! I'll act like I don't know him! Alright!
By the time I had finally decided, it was dusk. A nearby lit window was my only source of light. I took my blanket off my waist and wrapped it around my legs mummy style, pulling them to my chest. I shivered, trying to warm myself up.
Just then, a small cat prodded into the alleyway. It had white fluffy fur and piercing blue eyes, but it was injured. It limped, and one leg bled, and half of it's right ear was gone.
"Come here, kitty," I cooed, holding my hands out. The cat hissed, eyeing me distrustfully. I looked into it's eyes with an honest expression, and called out to the cat once again. It must've somehow sensed my sincerity, because it slowly slinked over to me. I carefully swooped it up and placed it on my lap, making sure the blanket was under it, before observing the paw.
It had a small bullet stuck in it. The cat must've run into someone with a gun. I sighed, and held the cat's paw as I swiftly removed the bullet with my long nails. The cat snarled in pain and swiped my hand with it's other paw, slicing the skin with it's small, razor-sharp claws, leaving small red scratches that bled slightly.
"Don't hit me…" I muttered as I tore off a piece of cloth from the bottom of my camisole to use it as a temporary bandage to wrap around the cat's paw. Once I was done I didn't touch the cat, afraid it would try to claw me again. But, surprisingly, the cat didn't leave. It just snuggled into the blanket on my lap, and slept peacefully. With a slight smile lingering on my face, I soon joined it in dreamworld.
Hello~ My lovely readers! Thanks for the reviews! Read on to find out what happens next!
P.S. I don't own FMA, I just own Lynette….. but sadly, I don't own the cat…