The introductions are all over with in the first chapter. Now I can describe detail more. Enjoy~ R && R

P.S. Tell me if I'm moving too slow. D'; And I'm sorry if these are super short. Its two pages in my Microsoft Word document. xDD Omg~ EDITED.

There were popping and crackling noises coming from somewhere close to her. Taking a deep breath, the smell of fire met Johanna's nose as she parted her lips and let out a small sigh. Something soft and warm was wrapped tightly around her body. As she took another deep breath, she caught a faint whiff of cologne. It seemed safe here… Johanna snuggled deeper in the warmth. Slowly, she opened her eyes. The first thing she saw was the wooden ceiling. That's weird. Turning her head, she looked out into the room she was in. It was small but somewhat cozy.

"Aug." She let out a small noise and tried to sit up. The blanket that was wrapped around her loosened as she moved. Without thinking, she took another whiff of the blanket. The comforting cologne filled her senses once again. It smelled a bit like her brother.

"Brother…" Johanna whispered, closing her eyes and burying her nose into the blanket. She stayed like that until the door to the cabin opened and a freezing cold wind whipped across the room. Johanna pushed back into the couch she had been sleeping on, trying to get away from the coldness that just sent goose bumps up her arms. Upon opening her eyes, they fell on a man. He shut the door quickly and pulled down his hood. Black hair sprouted from his head. Johanna pulled her legs to her chest and rested her chin on them. Her hazel eyes watched the man shrug out of his long trench coat. He wore a blue suit underneath it. Was that a military suit? It must have been. Johanna faintly remembered that the others wore that same thing. He turned around after putting his coat on a hanger. She sucked in air.

He was… unbelievable. His black hair was wet from the snow outside melting in it, and his piercing black eye stared straight at her. His other eye was covered with an eye patch. Johanna felt her heart skip a beat. Her eyes scanned his features. The shape of his face fit perfectly with his body figure. His tall… slender body. She felt like reaching out to touch him, but she pushed that desire away as she looked back up into his jet black eyes. The man pulled a chair away from a table and placed it in front of the couch. He sat in it, slouching as if it was exhausted. They were both silent for a couple of minutes.

The man cleared his throat, "Roy Mustang. I'd offer you my hand, but you seem to be bundled up too tightly to move." His voice was music to her ears. It was calm sounding, but it set her brain in chaos. What? What should I say? What blanket? God, he's attractive. Wait… answer him!

"Johanna Loyla." She managed to whisper, looking at the ground.

"Ah. So we have a name. Havoc didn't tell me your name," He said, a small smile was on his lips. Johanna didn't say anything. It was silent for a moment.

"You do know that you are using your broken arm right?" Roy asked quietly. Johanna hadn't noticed that the blanket had slowly fallen down so that he could see her arms wrapped around her legs. She looked down and saw that her left arm was barely hanging onto her leg. That was odd. It was pulling against the sling… and purple and blue. Johanna quickly moved her arm back into the sling and let her feet fall down onto the ground. A low rumbling echoed through the room, suddenly. She jumped up and flew under the table that Roy took the chair from. Her arms were above her head as she cowered under that table.

Roy was up from his chair only seconds later. He walked slowly to the table and crouched down.

"Johanna. Its okay," He said softly, placing his hand on her shoulder. She flinched. "That was just your stomach. You must be hungry. I'm sure they didn't give you any food in Central." Neither one of them said anything; Roy got up. He went over to some cabinets and started to rummage around. Johanna stayed where she was, but she watched him work in silence. It was just her stomach… Why had it scared her? Then it hit her. The noise sounded like the rumbling in Germany. When those doors opened to let the men in the armor walk to their doom. Shambala. Shambala was not paradise. Shambala is hell. It took away her brother.

By the time Roy had finished making whatever food he was cooking, Johanna had calmed and was seated at the table. He set the plate down in front of her and one on the other side of the table where he would sit. Her eyes looked at the food. It was some kind of soup.

"I figured you might not be able to hold anything down. So you should start off easy with the food," Roy said after bringing the chair back from the couch and seating himself. This man certainly thought ahead of things. Johanna kept her eyes cast down at the food. Roy began eating before she did.

"How old are you?" She asked out of the blue.

"I'm in my thirties." He said, not actually specifying his age. Maybe he didn't trust her. Well, of course not. They had just met, and Johanna had barely said anything to him. Johanna bent down to smell the soup. It smelt delicious. Had some kind of dumplings in it too. The steam coming up from the soup warmed her face even more.

"How old are you?" Roy shot back.

"Twenty-five." She said immediately. And why in the world did she tell him that so quickly? Johanna felt like she could trust him. There was silence once more. These awkward silences were becoming too much for her. She couldn't handle those. Johanna tried the soup. It was as delicious as it smelled! That man can cook. Good thing too, because even though she was supposed to be a proper lady that could cook and do house-hold chores… she really couldn't do any of that. It was silent even after she finished her soup. And then her second helping of the soup.

Roy was washing the dishes as Johanna went back blindly to the couch. This was all so confusing. Her brother had been ripped apart before her eyes, and yet his armor had saved her? It moved on its own... Roy moved across her vision to put another log on the fire. And this man... Whom she has known all of two hours. He attracted her. She wanted to reach out and touch him. See if he was actually real.

"It's rude to stare, you know," That deep voice broke the silence. Johanna jumped a bit and looked down quickly. She could feel her cheeks start to heat up, and his faint chuckle echoed through the small room. Johanna felt the couch sag next to her as more weight was added onto it.

"It seems like you'll be my guest for a while," Roy said, causing Johanna to look up at him. "So you can choose. Sleep on the couch, or on the bed."

"Couch," She half-whispered. The small, teasing smile that had lingered on his face vanished. His face was emotionless, but it was like he remembered that she was in pain. Mentally, of course. She couldn't feel physical pain. If she could feel pain she would be screaming, for Johanna kept moving her broken arm.

"I'm sorry," He said before getting off the couch and walking into the only other room. It was only a couple minutes before Johanna realized two very important things. First: she didn't want to be alone. Sit on this couch all alone... It was empty wihtout Roy moving around the room doing something. Johanna shook that thought from her head. She couldn't... she shouldn't,possible like him. No. It was just because of his looks. A lady should not even be having these thoughts anyways.

Secondly: she realized that she was in dire need to use the restroom. Wherever that was.