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"Ugh..." I groaned, scrunching my nose as I squinted. My eyes soon adjusted to the light from the sunrise, and I yawned, steering my arms. I blinked the tears from yawning out of my eyes, holding my head. Damn... I thought, a small headache making its way through my head, it's so annoying...
"You're awake!" I heard a small voice exclaim. Confused, I raised my head to see May sitting in front of me, her panda staring at me from her shoulder.
I blinked. I rubbed my eyes. I blinked again.
"Hi." I said, dumbfounded. I looked around to find myself in the same alleyway I had fallen asleep by, except now I was leaning up against the brick wall of a building. Light from the new dawn had been the what had woken me up.
"Aw... He's gonna kill me... I'M GOING TO BE LATE!" I shouted, staggering to my feet. Ed was going to KILL me if I was late.
"What?" May asked, confused. I looked down at her, then face-palmed. I can't reveal the plan... I fell to my knees, grasping my head as I felt a painful tang. I grit my teeth as my head felt like it was splitting in half. Well, that's what I get for sleeping in an alleyway when I'm not used to it.
"Are you ok? What's wrong?" May asked frantically. I winced as I clutched my head.
"It... Hurts..." I puffed, trying to ignore the pain as I pushed myself to my feet. If Ed found out I was here, I'd be DEAD. But thankfully, I could see Scar out of the corner of my eye. I walked over to him and stood in front of him, making him look up at me suspiciously.
"Scar," I said through gritted teeth, pointing a finger at him, "Today, the Fullmetal alchemist will be particularly easy to find and kill. He's especially vulnerable today, so I advise you to go for the Fullmetal alchemist, a shorter blonde teen." I said. "He'll also be with another state alchemist by the name of "Cold Blood." Watch out for the Fullmetal alchemist."
"Isn't that your companion? Why are you telling me this?" Scar asked sharply.
"Equivalent Exchange. You didn't kill me and let me sleep here, and acknowledged the Colette woman, so it's only fair to give you some knowledge in return." I said, "And by the alkhestry circles on your arm, you must also be an alchemist." I said.
"You know alkhestry?" May asked, surprised.
"The art of reading a dragons pulse. The flow of energy within the earth. Yes, I do know some." I said secretively. Scar narrowed his eyes at me.
"Who are you?" He repeated the same question from last night, yet with more curiousity and suspicion behind it. I put a finger to my smiling lips as I turned to walk away.
"I told you, my name is Lynette La'va. I am someone you may not wish to be involved with, Scar the State Alchemist killer. Goodbye, and I'm sure we'll meet again soon." I said, waving behind me as I walked away and out of sight of the odd group, and into the maze of Central.
"You're a mess." Ed said bluntly as I walked into their apartment. I scowled at him.
"Well SORRY for not looking perfect, smartass." I said walking over to lay on the couch in the living room. Ed drifted over to stand by the couch, where I laid face-down, enjoying the squishy couch cushion.
"We have some time to waste before Al gets back. Why're you in a bad mood?" Ed asked, poking my side. I wiggled and snorted, being ticklish on my sides.
"Headache. A pain in the ass headache." I whined, my voice muffled by the couch cushion.
"... Did you sleep on the street again?" Ed asked.
"... Yes..." I replied sheepishly. Ed sighed and poked my back.
"That's not good for you. It's too cold out there." Ed reminded me. I lifted my hand and mimicked his voice with my hand-puppet.
"Nag nag nag," I said, mimicking my voice with my hand-puppet. Ed laughed.
"Why're you in such a good mood?" I asked.
"Because we're going to catch a homunculus today." He said, poking me in the side again. I slapped his hand away and sat up.
"Stop it!" I growled. Ed smirked.
"So you're ticklish, eh?" He said dangerously, "I didn't know the almighty Cold Blood had a weakness." He inched toward me, his smirk growing. My face flushed crimson as I inched back, my eyes wide in alarm. My headache seemed to fade away, or maybe I just didn't notice it.
But oh god. If he tickled me, he'd be surprised. I'm extremely ticklish on my sides and back, but when I'm being tickled, my hysterical laugh sounds somewhere in between a cat's yowling, a wolf's howling, a witches cackling, a hamster's whining, and a donkeys braying. It was the most hideous, disastrous laugh there was. If Ed heard that, I'd be embarrassed beyond belief.
"Ah!" I cried as Ed assaulted my sides. From my mouth erupted my horrific laugh as I doubled over, squirming in Ed's grasp. But soon I was released because Ed had fallen to the floor, laughing so hard I was surprised he didn't suffocate from lack of oxygen. My face was an even darker shade as I covered it with my hands, peeking through my fingers to watch Ed.
"I love your laugh." He snickered. I blushed even more if possible. Love! I hear the word! A voice in my mind exclaimed gleefully. What do you mean? I asked the voice. I was crazy, talking to voices in my head. I mean, he might love you too! If he loves part of you, then he might love all of you! The voice exclaimed as if it were obvious. What do you mean, too? I asked it suspiciously. I mean that you're already in love with him. The voice replied. There is no way I would be in love with him. I retorted. You have to admit, he's gorgeous, strong, sweet when he's not being a smartass, and sexy. The voice said. I blushed even more as I bit my lip. Was sexy really necessary? I said, embarrassed. Yes, yes it was, because we all know it's true. The voice replied dreamily. I mentally face palmed.
"Lynette?" Ed asked, snickering slightly, "Why do you keep making these weird faces?" I snapped to attention, looking at Ed. Horrified at myself, I covered my face with my hands.
"It's nothing."
"What're you thinking about?"
"How crazy I am for arguing with myself." I mumbled.
"Arguing?" Ed sweat dropped, "About what?"
"About... Something I'm not allowed to tell you."
"What?" Ed persisted, sitting next to me.
"IT'S NOTHING!" I shouted, blushing for the millionth time that morning. Ed got closer, and for a moment I thought I could see a faint blush on his cheeks.
"You can tell me." He said. I looked at him.
"We were arguing about what to have for lunch tomorrow." I said. Ed sighed.
"Then why were you blushing?" He asked.
"I... Eh... Um..." I stuttered. Ed grinned.
"You're such a bad liar."
"You believed me the first time."
"I didn't know you that well."
"Oh, and you know me well now?"
"Yes."
"Then what're my favorite colors?"
"Red, black, and purple."
"What's my favorite thing to eat?"
"Pocky."
"What pisses me off the most?"
"When people underestimate you."
"What is the country I live in called?"
"The United States of America."
"What is my favorite thing to do?"
"Fight and sleep."
"Who do I have a fangirl crush on?"
"... Got me there."
"HA!" I said. But truthfully, I was touched. Ed remembered all the little things about me, and he cared enough to know. That meant a lot, but hell, I wasn't going to admit it.
"So, who do you have a fangirl crush on?" He asked curiously. I laughed.
"A fangirl crush is a crush I had on someone before I actually got to know them, so it might've gone away by now." I said.
"So who?"
"If you really want to know, I propose a challenge." I said, "Whoever becomes the most popular while spreading their name throughout Central to lure out Scar wins." Ed grinned.
"Deal. You better get ready, because I'm not going to be holding back." He said proudly. I poked his cheek.
"I ain't called Cold Blood for nothing. Don't expect any mercy from me, either." I huffed. Ed pinched my cheeks.
"I never thought the young "Cold Blood" could be a cute little girl like you." He said. I snapped at his fingers, which he immediately pulled away. CUTE! HE SAID A GIRL LIKE YOU IS CUTE! The voice squealed until I mentally gave it a death glare, then all was silent in my head.
"I am not a little kid!" I exclaimed, "I'm only three years younger than you!"
"That's little."
"Shut up."
"Make me."
"I will, SHRIMP!"
"WHO ARE YOU CALLING A MIDGET SO TINY HE'D THINK AN ANT WAS GIANT, YOU TINY LITTLE GIRL!"
"YOU, YA PINT SIZED GRAIN OF SAND!"
"There you go." I said, brushing off my hands. I had just fixed the broken window of a pastry shop, and I smiled at the owner.
"How much do I need to pay?" The store owner, a slightly pudgy older woman, asked, taking out a checkbook. I held my hand up to stop her.
"No need! I'm just your friendly state alchemist passing by." I said, laughing. A crowd that had gathered around to watch looked at me in awe.
"The Cold Blood Alchemist?" I heard one person whisper.
"She doesn't seem nearly that cruel." Another replied.
"She's so young, too!" Another exclaimed. I turned and smiled at the crowd, who parted as I walked through, my head held high.
I think I was winning the challenge. I had repaired five windows, ten walls of brick houses, a couple small antique pottery pieces, two ladders, twelve food carts, four roofs, two doors, three cracks in the road, and even saved a girl on a roof (had no idea how she got up there though), all in three hours. I think I was fairly ahead.
I whistled as I strode along the streets, getting stares all over the place. Pleased at hearing my name while passing people, I strode up to a restaurant Ed told me to meet them at. I saw them sitting in a table outside, Ed already munching down on some food, with Al sitting opposite him.
"Hi!" I exclaimed gleefully, bouncing up to them. Ed looked up from his food and waved me over. I sat next to Al.
"I've got a good feeling I won the bet~" I sang, taking out a box of pocky one grocery-store owner had insisted on giving me. I opened it up and munched on it, looking at the brothers.
"What bet?"
"That she would tell me who she had a fangirl crush on if I become more popular among the people the lure out Scar." Ed said bluntly. I choked on my pocky slightly at the mention of my crush.
"What if she wins?" Al asked. Ed looked at me.
"What do you want?" He asked. I swallowed my pocky and grinned.
"If I win, I want you to tell me who your crush is." I said. Al looked at his brother slyly, who blushed in return. I looked at them curiously.
"Fine. But it won't matter anyway, since I'm going to win." Ed said. I snorted.
"Yeah, riiiiiiiight. But I just seem to have this odd habit of my wishes coming true, for instance, my presence here." I pointed out, amused. Ed huffed.
"You're crush apparently hasn't come true, yet, since you don't have a boyfriend." Ed said, sticking his tongue out immaturely. I clenched my jaw, slightly insulted.
"That'd be a little incredibly hard. There was always this little demon who made sure none of my crushes worked out, so it's not surprising I'm boyfriend-less. Besides, I'm twelve!"
"You've never used the age excuse before. I thought girls your age are supposed to be swooning and using makeup and stuff." Ed pointed out. I scrunched up my nose at him.
"I like fighting, not gossip. I love pocky, not guys. I like ninja costumes, not makeup. All my friends consider me odd." I said. "I guess they have a reason to."
"They have more than one reason."
"BE QUIET."
"Lynette, have you eaten yet?" Al asked.
"Yes."
"What did you eat?" Al asked suspiciously.
"... A few sticks of pocky." I said sheepishly. Al sighed, slightly concerned.
"You better eat to keep up your energy in case we encounter Scar today. You shouldn't starve yourself!" Al scolded. I laughed and patted his shoulder. I was used to people telling me to stop eating, not to not starve myself. I was one of those people who could eat a lot and not get fatter than I already was, and I was only very slightly chubby. Now I guess I had changed a lot.
And so, I put the rest of my pocky away, tucking it in the inner pocket of my military jacket. I had stopped by to change while I was near the Hughes house. Luckily, Envy was no where to be seen.
I was now gnawing on a delicious meal of extra-spicy hot wings. The brothers gave me an odd look but returned to a conversation.
"I still think I'm winning the bet." Ed said. I growled at him through a mouthful of hot wings.
"You both are being very flashy." Al said. I swallowed just as a car pulled near to the table we sat at, and luckily our table was right by the street.
The window rolled down to reveal Mustang.
"Cold Blood, Fullmetal, this isn't like either of you." Mustang said. I rushed to finish my hot wings while Ed walked up to the car.
"Colonel? Are you sure you should be out of the hospital?" Ed asked, surprised.
"Maybe." Mustang said, sensing a black aura surrounding me as I gave him a death glare. He really shouldn't be out of the hospital yet, I fumed. Ed's voice quieted as he started to tell the Colonel something else that I paid no attention to, but the Mustang quickly interrupted.
"We're drawing attention. Get in."
"On second thought, get out." Mustang said, currently being squished between Al and the door. So we got out on an emptier street.
"Marcoh is missing?"Ed asked, alarmed. Mustang nodded.
"They probably abducted him." He said. I resisted the urge to snicker. Why? Because I saw him just last night. But it's not like I could tell them that.
"You did both hear about Scar, right?" Mustang asked. I tried not to grin while I nodded. I mean, I HAD seen him last night, too. I guess I was really busy last night.
"So what's with all this attention, all but begging him to find you?" Mustang asked, slightly irritated.
"I want him to find me." Ed said firmly.
"I'm helping!" I exclaimed. That's when the sound of footsteps prodded my senses, and I slid a blade out of my sleeve on my left hand. I might have been disabled by my injury, but that doesn't mean I'm useless in a fight. I'm surprisingly accurate with my left hand, too. Thank god I had learned to gain control over my left hand in my world while I had the chance.
"I have to fight him once more." Ed said. Mustang looked at him in slight exaggeration, and to refresh your memory, he was also present at their last battle with Scar, which I interfered in.
"Don't be ridiculous! Don't you remember what happened in East City?" Mustang scolded, turning to me. "And you! Your right arm is badly injured! You shouldn't be fighting!"
"Oh, my, are you afraid of Scar?" I taunted. Ed joined in.
"It's because you were useless against him last time, Colonel sir." He said mockingly. We both wore matching grins and the Colonel looked pretty pissed.
"Don't mock me!" He said in a loud voice, and I could see the vein marks on his head, "Its clear and sunny TODAY!"
"No, instead, you're all weak and feeble, aren't you?" I teased, pissing the Colonel off more.
"You're still useless!" Ed said smugly, and Mustang looked about ready to all but cremate the two of us. I saw Hawkeye pull out her gun and drifted to her side while we gained the Mustang, Ed, and Al's attention.
"Shut up!" I said, glaring at them. They quieted immediately.
"Well, he's here, isn't he?" The Colonel said quietly to Ed.
"What's the matter? It's not even raining and your dripping." Ed said, catching sight of Scar, who stood maybe a few yard away. I made sure he couldn't see my face yet, because I wanted to give him a little... Surprise.
But the Colonel seriously had beads of sweat on his forehead, and I could tell he was extremely nervous.
"Lieutenant! Don't shoot." I said, pushing the barrel of her gun away from aiming at Scar. She looked at me harshly.
"What are you doing?" She demanded. I sighed.
"I'm gonna use the Colonels method to try fishing myself." I said seriously, just as Scar started to deconstruct the ground near us. Ed dodged it and started toward Scar, using alchemy so he wouldn't get caught in the wreck of the ground beneath him as Al made a giant wall to separate us from Scar and Ed.
"Brother and Lynette are using themselves as bait for the hummonculi," Al informed the Colonel as sounds of fighting penetrated the barrier, "They are important sacrifices, after all. They can't afford to let them die."
"And you call me an idiot!" The Colonel growled at me. I smiled at him sheepishly before glancing at Al.
"I'm going to go to Ling's post and help him out." I said, starting down the alleyway. Al stopped me by putting his hands on my shoulders and looking me in the eye.
"Be very careful." He said. "You're still injured so you can't be over exerting yourself." I grinned at him.
"You're talking to the mighty Cold Blood alchemist. I fought even when my lung wasn't fully healed. I'm gonna be okay. Ling might not though if I wait to long, so bye!" I said, escaping out from under Al's hands and dashing away.
Once I caught sight of Ling on top of a building, I hastily clapped my hands to move the earth beneath me up until I reached the top of the building. I was terrified of heights, so this sucked for me. But I can't help it, I knew Lan Fan was going to get critically injured. I wanted to be able to help her, my fellow martial artist, and that determination drove me to leap a short distance to the building.
"Holy shit, I almost missed." I mumbled under my breath, while Ling, who had caught me by my waist, pulled me up.
"Don't tell me you're afraid of heights." He teased. I removed his arm from my waist, but that didn't help the shaking of my legs.
"No," I huffed, "I'm just not a cat. I don't land on my feet, and even if I did, from this height I'd break my feet, and a lot of bones above them." I then turned to look at the ground, fear gripping me again, so I made sure I was far from the ledge.
I saw Hawkeye and Mustang pass beneath us, and I grinned at Ling.
"The game has begun." I said, the familiar phrase causing chills to run up and down my spine. I guess that's some kind of way to start off a battle.
We waited patiently for a few minutes, and I became anxious, with the sounds of fighting near us, and the cold wind ruffling my loose hair. I tested my arm out to see what made it hurt, and so looking at my physical capabilities. I was pretty good, and the stitching was good, too, because if my muscles and skin weren't stitched together, it would've taken me so much longer to heal. Oh well, there goes my entertainment career. Because I seriously doubt they can cover scars this big.
Suddenly Ling and Lan Fan tensed. I, feeling nothing out of the ordinary, looked at them, slightly alarmed. Oh boy, was I in for some action.
"What is that presence? Do you feel it, Lan Fan?" Ling said. I pouted. I guess it's obvious I don't feel anything out of the ordinary.
"Yes." She replied.
"Alright, lets go!" Ling said, crouching and preparing to jump off. I looked at them, alarmed, and Ling wrapped his arm around me and took me with him when he jumped to another building. My heart just about stopped until we hit the roof of the other building.
That happened a few times before we waited at another. building, Ling and I standing on the edge of the flat roof of a building while Lan Fan stood on a metal boxed thing between buildings that looked similar to a vent to me.
That's when Gluttony appeared. He startled me at first, but in a second Lan Fan had kicked him strong enough to throw him back in the building across from us, and Lan Fan did a flip back to land in her previous position.
"Hi! Hello there! You must be pretty unusual on the inside, huh?" Ling shouted to Gluttony, who picked himself up from the wreckage. "How many people do you have inside you?"
"Who are you?" Gluttony asked, and pulled a bandana over my nose and mouth, cowboy style, narrowing my eyes.
"It's no use trying to get away. You have unique chi." Lan Fan deadpanned, "I can follow you anywhere."
"Enemy? Enemy?" Gluttony said, turning his head to the side, "Can I eat them?" With him mouth wide open, I caught sight of his ouroboros tattoo, even with my faulty long distance vision. Apparently both foreigners could also see, and recognized it.
"Oh? You can recognize it, can you?" I heard the Fuhrer, Wrath, say from below me. I swallowed past a lump in my throat as I saw him walk beneath us.
"That's a pesky ability," Wrath said, pulling his sword out of its sheath, "I'll have to eliminate it." My eyes widened in alarm as Wrath dashed toward Lan Fan, speedily zooming up a ladder that rested against the thing Lan Fan stood on.
"NO! LAN FAN, GET OUT OF THERE!" Ling and I yelled in unison as Wrath reached the top and sliced Lan Fan's mask off.
"NO, LAN FAN!" Ling and I yelled as she let out a cry in pain.
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