I walked back to Luka's apartment, eyes swollen and puffy and feeling fatigued and depressed.
"Are you alright?" Luka asked, walking over to me when I entered his living room.
"That'll become your catchphrase if you're not careful," I said, forcing out a half-hearted chuckle as I set my suitcase down by the couch. I felt a hand touch my shoulder, and I looked up only to meet the same brown eyes that I had lived with my entire life, but yet, so different as well. I gave him a small, reassuring smile.
"It'll pass," I turned my back on him, and sat on the couch, holding my head in my hands. "Eventually." I finished softly, rubbing my temples in effort to banish the headache I had gotten from all the stinging tears. Luka sat next to me, and I felt a warm hand rub circles on my back, but it felt too comforting to push away.
After about two weeks of staying at Luka's, coming to my senses and spying in on the military, all the snow was gone and spring was in the air, and that only meant one thing.
The Promised Day was about to arrive.
I had been keeping particularly close tabs on Mustang, worried about him with all the movement within the military at the moment. People were choosing their sides, but already knowing the outcome, it was only a matter of time before people started dying.
That, and by the Promised Day "about to arrive", I meant it was tomorrow. And very, very soon, all hell would break loose.
And what was I doing? I was currently running for my life to Luka's apartment, having just obtained the information that the Fuhrer was taking a train back to Central, but unfortunately I had been spotted by some old time security guards who I had known when I had just entered the military. I felt bad knocking them out, but then I reasoned that I would have felt even worse if I got caught by the bad side now, especially when the only one who would even slightly care about my life is Envy, who was going to die in just a matter of time.
But I seriously couldn't have stuck around the office much longer, so I was full out sprinting to my secret hideout.
I yanked the door open and slammed it shut behind me, leaning back on the door while I panted heavily.
"Luka?" I called, but was only met with silence. He was here when I left... I thought, suspicious. Taking my gun out of it's holster on my hip, I kept it out in front of me, senses alert as I walked around.
That's when I heard something in the living room. Stiffening at the noise, I quickly made my way to the door of the living room as silently as I could, before bursting in and taking the safety off my gun. Taking in the scene before me, I nearly dropped my gun as soon as I had raised it.
"What the hell are you doing here?" I said, flabbergasted. "How did you find me?"
Sitting on the couch right next to Luka was none other than my superior himself, the pyromaniac Colonel Roy Mustang.
"You're a slow runner," He stated, "The spies I had posted at the pocky bakery easily picked you out, not to mention that huge scene you just caused back at Headquarters."
"I am so lucky none of the bad guys know me personally," I said, putting the safety back on my gun and shoving it back in it's holster. "But still, no one should recognize me without my scars and unsightly blue hair." Mustang looked at me with a raised eyebrow.
"We'll talk about how you changed later," He said, "But I need your help." I cringed, walking over to a nearby couch to sit down and crossing my legs.
"I think that might be a problem." I said, clasping my hands together. "I'm sorry, Mustang, but I was kind of hoping to sit this one out. It's not that I don't want to help, it's just the best help I can give you is sticking my nose out of this."
"No, you aren't sorry, because you are coming with me." Mustang stood up, smoothing out his uniform. "You're lucky that those guards went to my subordinates first, or you wouldn't have had nearly enough time to run all the way here without being caught, and you know it's only a matter of time before they do get you, so it'd be your best decision to help me." I pursed my lips, discontented with the corner he drove me into.
"I hate to say this, but he's right," Luka said, "I can hide your things, but you'll have to go with him." I looked at Luka like he was crazy.
"Do you really want to be caught with guns issued out under my name?" I asked, walking over and opening my suitcase by the couch. I then removed my two other guns along with the mufflers and holsters out of the suitcase, holding them up and looking at Luka pointedly before fastening the other two guns to my belt and stuffing the mufflers in my pockets. Luka gave Mustang a nervous look as I proceeded to remove the rest of the weapons from the suitcase and hide them in my clothes.
"You get used to it after a while," Mustang said, and Luka nodded awkwardly, still not knowing what to think. It didn't take me long to stash all the weapons away, so I stood up, setting my empty suitcase down back where it had been before.
"Fine, Mustang, but now I only owe you one lunch," I said, striding past him moodily. He grinned, turning on his heel to follow me.
"Glad you're still keeping track, short stuff."
"Wait here." Mustang said, stopping abruptly and turning on his heel to face me. My eyebrows furrowed, and I looked at him in confusion.
"A bar?" I glanced at the sign that hung above us before going back to Mustang. "This really isn't the time to start drinking, Mustang."
"Brat," He bopped my head softly. "I have some quick business to attend to, so stay here for a little while." And with that, my superior disappeared into the bar, leaving me to wait right outside the bar door.
So, deciding to make myself comfortable, I leaned against the brick wall next to the door surveying the area. The streets were illuminated by bright street lights scattered around, so I could make out my surroundings. All the buildings looked to be built of the same kind of bricks, but it seemed like an almost hard-to-find kind of location. Shrugging off the weird feeling I got, I just stood there, awkwardly waiting for Mustang to finish. However, all my boredom dissipated instantly once I spotted two men dressed in detective-like jackets and hats.
Man, if only they had watched Sherlock Holmes, they would know how obvious they look, I thought, squinting at them. They appeared to be discussing something, but I could tell they were watching me as well. Private investigators... Now I know what's happening.
Attempting not to look odd, I straightened myself and walked through the door. It wasn't hard to spot Mustang once I had entered the bar, so I took a seat right next to him, startling him slightly.
"I thought I told you to wait outside," He said, not seeming particularly upset I defied his orders.
"Hmm, well, I'd also like to inform you that you didn't lose those private investigators earlier. They're waiting outside." I said with refreshing bluntness. Mustang sighed, before turning back to the woman who stood behind the bar, who I assumed to be Madame Christmas.
"That's not good," He said, thinking for a moment before sending the aristocratic bar owner a certain look. "But I think I know a way to get us out of this."
A large explosion sounded, shaking the ground vigorously.
"There it goes, my poor little chateau," Madame Christmas said, looking longingly up at where her bar had been.
"I'm sorry it had to be this way," Mustang said, seeming more pleased with himself that apologetic for destroying the bar, "But I'll buy you a new one."
"Well,you've got some time to do it," she replied, cracking a smile. "It's probably best if I lay low for a while."
"But what about all the girls that work for you?" It almost seemed as though he was genuinely concerned, but only led me to confirm the fact that that was a hostess bar.
"Of course you're worried about them, but don't concern yourself too much. They're off sunbathing in an exotic place, and I doubt they're worried about you." Mustang let out a sheepish chuckle as I gave him a light jab in the ribs.
"Now get focused." Madame Christmas's face turned serious. "There's too much at stake. You need to be thinking about saving this country." She looked down at me, and I gave her a salute.
"Madame, I'll make sure he stays on track." I said firmly. "I'm Lynette La'va, and it was nice to meet you." I bowed my head, showing my absolute respect as I let my arm fall back to my side. When I looked back up at her, she nodded slightly in approval.
"Looks like you have a capable side kick here," She said, before turning on her heel to start off down the opposite direction in the sewer. "But the next time I see you, you better not be marked in a body bag as a dissident. I won't be happy with you."
"Thanks for everything, Madame," Mustang said, and it was clear in his voice that he respected Madame Christmas a lot, "I promise that I'll repay you."
"Oh, you'll remember me when you've made it big?" Madame Christmas raised her hand to wave back at us without turning around, "Well, I guess I'll have something to look forward to then, won't I?" Her parting words left Mustang with a smile, and I couldn't help but smile too.
"I really wish she'd stop treating me like a kid one of these days," He said, turning and starting off in the opposite direction. I casually strode next to him, stuffing my hands in my pockets.
"Your foster mother was really cool."
"How did you- I'm not even going to ask."
"You can't deny that you still like those baby names, Roykins."
"... You do realize I'm over twice your age, right?"
"I've always been interested in older men," I joked, nudging Mustang with my arm. "Except my real catch a little closer to my age."
"You finally hit it off with the shorty, huh?"
"He's not that short! Besides, even without all of your height, he's a hell of a lot manlier than you!"
"You little shit."
"I love you too, Cupcake."
Opening an old, creaky wooden door, Mustang strode into the room, with me close behind. We were met by Fuery, Breda, Hawkeye, and even Black Hayate was there to greet us. With the looks on all their faces, I instantly knew what was going on.
I've always wondered what war was like.
Hello again! Wow, just for you guys, I pulled an all nighter into my actual birthday!
But chapter 2 of my mass update! I really wanted to do more, trust me, but my friend took me out for dinner earlier, and I've been busy with schoolwork and such, so I haven't been able to get much done, but here's a little treat for you guys who are so dedicated to my story, and for making me so happy over the past year and a half.
Since so many of you guys are curious about my age, I'll tell you! As of today, I am officially 14 years old, believe it or not! I know, I'm way younger than you probably thought I was, but I've been writing for years and this was my first giant project, so I'm happy it turned out so well!
Anyway, I decided on a whim to throw her back into the action. I was bored, and looking for more stuff to put into the story, because I felt like the ending I had planned was too short, so here's more stuff! See, this time, not only was she unwillingly pulled back into the action, she's with Mustang instead of Ed! Gosh, one of my favorite things about this story is that even when I'm writing it, I have no idea what'll happen next because I change my mind so often! I can't even predict most of my own moves, so I hope I make some good twists for you guys!
Oh, wait, she's gonna see Envy die before her very eyes, because she had no idea Mustang was going to come in and snatch her back. Then again, I had no idea Mustang would turn up when I wrote my last chapter, and frankly I'm too lazy to change it, so here we go Lynette can get her depressing scene with Envy dying and such, even though she had cried earlier because she thought she would never see him again. Now she gets to suffer first hand! Surprise! Because, the last authors note says there was no way for Lynette to meet Envy before he died, but I found a way!
And besides, does no one pay attention to the fact that Mustang was adopted? And, even better, he was adopted by the owner of a hostess bar? No one ever notices Madame Christmas... *sniff*
My lovely readers, please review~!
Thanks!