Author's Note: Chapter three. Thanks very much to those who reveiwed, It makes me feel special and stops me from procrastinating about updates.
And since I forgot last time:
Disclaimer: I don't own Full Metal Alchemist, if I did, do you really think the movie would have ended the way it did??
Al paused before the door that led to the office of General Mustang and his staff. He felt Ed stiffen and make a low growling in the back of his throat.
'It's not that bad, brother. If you want, I could pass you off as a stray?'
Ed turned his head to give Al his best cat glare, Al was right in saying cats were very good at letting people know what they were feeling, before turning back to the door and commencing with grumbling under his breath.
'Now, Ed, you behave. Just because you're a cat now doesn't mean you can be rude,' Al lectured.
'Since when haven't I been rude?' Ed asked, but as it came out as a meow, he didn't expect Al to understand him.
'Can't you at least try, brother?' Al asked hopefully.
Ed stopped his muttering, and gave Al a surprised look.
'You're my brother, Ed. I know how you think.' Al told Ed firmly before knocking and entering the room.
Inside, Lieutenants Havoc and Breda, Warrant Officer Falman along with Sergeant Fuery, were all looking furiously busy dealing with mountains of paper work while First Lieutenant Hawkeye looked on from her desk with her gun in full sight.
All worked stopped as Al stepped into the room.
'Hey there Alphonse,' Hawkeye smiled, 'I haven't seen you in a while,'
'No, I guess you haven't,' Al smiled and rubbed the back of his head awkwardly.
'Cute cat, Ed finally let you keep one, hey?' Havoc commented, his trademark cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth.
Al looked down and squirmed awkwardly while Ed glared murderously at Havoc.
'Haven't told him yet?' Breda smiled evilly, remembering the last time Al had picked up a stray cat.
'There will be no alchemy battle this time,' Al commented firmly glancing down and meeting Ed's suspiciously innocent eyes.
'So you've finally got your memory back,' Fuery smiled as he sorted the paper on his desk.
'Yeah,' the simple statement was filled was a quiet joy.
'Where's Edward?' Hawkeye inquired curiously.
Al looked down at Ed who was started to twitch. 'Ahh...
'I take it you and the little guy-' Havoc started to say before the cat in Al's arms blew a gasket.
'WHO ARE YOU CALLING SO SHORT HE HAS TO GET HIS LITTLE BROTHER TO HOLD HIM UP SO HE CAN SEE OVER PEOPLE'S SHOES!!'
This came out as a loud ear-splitting yowl.
Everybody in the room was staring at the little golden ball of fury Al was struggling to hold onto in shock.
Ed wiggled out of Al's grip and landed on the floor, his two automail limbs clanking on the floor. If it was possible, everyone's eyes would have widened even further as they saw the impossibly delicate, yet distinctive, automail limbs the cat bore in place of his right foreleg and left back leg.
\Black Hayate, awakened by Ed's yowling, made an appearance and started to bark, startling the humans. While they considered the black and white dog's bark to be loud, it hurt Ed's new keener and more sensitive hearing. Flattening his ears and puffing out his fur, Ed started to make low threatening growling noises. Black Hayate stopped barking, his ears flickering back and forth as he looked uncertainly at the obviously pissed cat. Ed started to swing his tail and stalk forward slowly. Black Hayate started to back away.
'Stop right there,' Hawkeye ordered, ignoring how ridiculous she must look talking to a cat, her hand hovering near her gun which was still in plain sight
Ed saw the movement and stopped fast, he could see the dangerous look in her eyes. Knowing it was for his health not to piss off Hawkeye, he sat, tried to look innocent and started to wash is left paw.
The military personal started to calm, seeing the strange cat do something cat-like. Al just looked at it in the same way he always did when Ed was being silly.
It was then Ed realised what he was doing, with a shocked mew, he jerked his head away and stared at his paw as if it was poison. The whole different body thing came with its own set of instincts. Ed had been using these to his advantage on how to control such a strange body by meshing his human instincts with his cat ones. It was a good plan until the cat one's took over and he found himself doing something disturbing cat-like.
With one more pained meow, Ed stood and shook his head fiercely. Sound coming from the room up ahead drew his attention... Well they had come to see Mustang. With a smug air, his tail held up like a jaunty flag, Ed strutted, in a typical cat way, he'd never realised how well a cat could strut, past Mustang's gobsmacked staff and pushed his way through General Mustang's partially closed door.
General Mustang was furiously signing papers at an impressive speed brought on by fear of Hawkeye and her deadly accurate pistol. He looked up startled, when a feral yowling had come from the offices that his subordinates used. He would have gone and investigated, but catching sight of one of Hawkeye's bullet holes she'd created that morning to encourage him to work, made him reconsider. Hawkeye could deal with whatever was happening in the other room. It would be best to leave her alone. No reason for him to stop his paperwork. Yes, yes, not reason for him to get up at all...
Mustang went back to furiously signing documents as if his life depended on it (which it did). He was so absorbed making sure he'd knock off that night without injury, that he didn't notice his door creak open, or the curious double thud of something metal hitting the floor repetitively.
Mustang's work speed increased as something heavy was thumped onto his desk. 'More paperwork, Hawkeye?' Try as he might, Mustang couldn't keep the whining tone out of his voice.
Instead of Hawkeye's cold threatening voice, something meowed at him.
'Don't bitch about your problems to me, General, take it up with your gun-toting madwoman,' Ed told him in cat.
Mustang looked up startled out of his concentration and stared at the gold cat that sat on his desk. The sun that shone in through the large, obsessively cleaned windows turned the cat's eyes molten gold, make his sleek coat glisten, reflected off the cold steel of the cat's metal legs.
Mustang's eyes widened. 'What the...' he murmured as the cat's tail started to twitch dangerously.
'Hawkeye,' He called out, not taking his eyes from the golden eyes of the cat that held a familiar look, 'why is there a cat on my desk?'
The General's question snapped his staff and Al out of their daze and they all came rushing into his office.
The stampede drew his attention away from the strange cat and he raised a peeved eyebrow at his subordinates, though he was glad for the distraction, it was getting him out of the paperwork.
He blinked when his eyes fell on Al. He was relieved to see the pain of not knowing Ed's fate had left his face, though he did not look happy just now, instead he looked very concerned.
'Welcome home, Al? Where's the shrimp?' He inquired, remembering Ed's crack about his eye patch nearly a year ago when Ed had finally made an appearance. The cat on his desk hissed furiously and lashed out at his hand.
'What it with the insults, bastard...' Ed growled threateningly, as his maturity was slowly starting to reinsert itself after the shock of finding himself in a cat's body. He was eighteen nearly nineteen, he wasn't a kid anymore damn it, he could be mature. But only if the smug bastard stopped throwing around the word 'shrimp' and various other 'height jokes'... Ed's tail was starting to swish around violently.
'Ahh... That's an awkward question Sir...' Al stammered.
Mustang wasn't stupid; he could put two and two together. But his mind was having real trouble wrapping itself around this one.
'Please don't tell me that this tiny piece of fluff is-?' Mustang's question was cut off suddenly as the gold cat on his desk blew up as Ed's slowly recovering maturity was sent flying out the window.
With a series of ear-splitting yowls, Ed sent Mustang's paperwork flying as he showed off how lithe his new body was with a series of springs and flips.
Everyone watch flabbergasted as they watched the cat, that they were finally starting to think of as Edward, throw an impressive tantrum.
'Spry little fellow isn't he?' Mustang couldn't help but add.
With a furious screech, Ed leaped at Mustang, wrapped himself around his arm and sunk his teeth into Mustang's hand.
Mustang let out a yell and started to shake his arm. 'Get it off me! Get it off me!'
Al strode forward and grabbed Ed by the scruff of the neck and pulled him off the general.
'Brother! Stop this right now!' Al scolded. Ed hung from Al's hand, not moving, but still emitting a dangerous rumble. 'I \told you to behave for once,'
Mustang and co watched the scene bemused. It had seemed Ed had calmed down, and Al transferred Ed to his arms, though he still held on tightly as the growl grew louder.
'I can see the sarcastic thoughts in your head, bastard!' Ed hissed.
Mustang slowly unfurled one of his infamous smirks. It had always sent Fullmetal's blood pressure through the roof.
Ed's eyes turned murderous as he tried to launch himself at Mustang once again. Al held on for dear life.
'COME ON AL, LET ME GO! I'M ONLY GOING TO SCRACTCH HIS EYES OUT AND SHOVE THEM DOWN HIS FUCKING THROAT!! AAAARRRRRRRR!!! MUSTANG YOU BASTARD, YOUR A DEAD MAN!!!'
To the surprise of all, General Roy Mustang burst out laughing. 'Its good to have you back Fullmetal,'
A/N: To all the nice people who are going to review, please drop off some ideas on what could happen next, I've got no idea where this story is going. :P