Title: Mustang, Why Is There A Gaping Hole In My Wall?

Disclaimer: Don't own.

A/N: It's not about what you know, it's about who you know. Because then you know both what and who. I have three different summaries for DiamondDust Rebellion for anybody who wants them.

First I was going nuts, then I remembered this thing known as the Hitsugaya community on Livejournal. Headdesk. Anyway, I'll PM all three summaries to anybody who wants them.

Ed restrained a gape at reentering Fifth Division for the first time since he had gotten back late the previous night (or early that morning, whichever you preferred). It looked like a hurricane had come through there.

Each desk was piled high with undone paperwork in messy stacks. There were one or two shinigami scurrying around looking busy, a mop of messy black hair bent low over some papers at one over-piled desk, and a giant blackened hole in one wall. Ed walked up to the one occupied desk. "Mustang. What the hell happened here?"

Mustang looked up, and Ed could see slight bags under his eyes. "Slight emergency sir."

Ed snorted. "Surprisingly enough, I had gathered that much. Where's Minuko?"

"Dead."

Ed raised an eyebrow. "My third seat is dead? What exactly happened here?"

"Another shinigami is causing problems, an attack by an unknown enemy, and resulting utter chaos."

Ed smirked. "And, of course, your natural skills as a leader told you that you should be in charge."

Mustang threw back his own smirk. "Well, I was the one that fended him off in the end."

"So he's dead then?"

Mustang frowned. "No. That's what a good percentage of the division is doing- looking for him."

Ed pointed at the wall. "One more thing. Why the hell is there hole in my wall?"

"That would be me fending off the attacker."

Ed glared at the offending hole. "Fireballs are old-school. Also…" Ed suddenly put both palms on Mustang's desk, glaring at him. "HOW THE HELL DID ONE MAN GET ALL THE WAY TO FIFTH DIVISION AND BACK WITHOUT EVEN BEING WOUNDED!"

Mustang winced at Ed's shouting. He had definitely practiced while in the real world. "We honestly don't know. One minute he was here, the next he wasn't."

"What did he look like?"

"Kind of dark skin, grey hair, sunglasses, some sort of scar on his face…"

Ed hit Mustang, hard. "YOU IDIOT!"

Mustang grabbed his head with his hands. "What did I do?" he whined.

Behind Ed Hawkeye, who had stayed quiet the whole time, spoke. "Have you forgotten about Scar so fast?"

Mustang started banging his head on the desk. "I am an idiot!"

Ed smirked. "Yes you are." Then he became serious again. "Mustang, as of now until this is over and we can hold a proper fight, you are officially my third seat. I want a list of all shinigami in Division Five and their current status, such as searching, Fourth Division, dead, etc. Are any other divisions working on this?"

"Not as of yet, but if there are too many casualties Yamamoto-soutaichou might assign one to help us."

"Another thing, are there any more casualties among the seated shinigami?"

"There are a few, but they are mostly of lower seats. Fifth is dead, and seventh is in Fourth Division."

"Send a hell butterfly to the remaining upper seats, telling them to come to my office at once."

"Hai." Mustang scurried off.

"Hawkeye, I want you to look at the organization of the search and put together as many files on it as possible, and if possible streamline it. If there are enough men to spare, get someone to fix the hole in the wall."

"Hai."

Rubbing his temples, Ed stomped into his thankfully mostly private office, Hawkeye following him. Hawkeye looked through some files on her desk for a few minutes, then grabbed several and left. Sighing, Ed sat down at his desk and quickly scanned the various papers littering it. Sighing again, he set to organizing.

His desk had obtained a semblance of organization by the time Mustang came running in, without knocking. "Captain! Tenth seat has found Scar, and he's having problems!"

Ed stood up. "Where is he?"

"52nd District of East Rukongai!"

Ed ran past Mustang and scanned the room. "Hawkeye! You're in charge until I get back! I'm counting on you!"

"Yes sir!"

Ed shunpoed out of the office and as fast as he could towards East Rukongai. Each minute wasted was another percent removed from his tenth seat's life expectancy. He could just see the shocked faces of the Rukongaians as he zoomed by.

It took a precious fifteen minutes to reach Tanaka. And try as he might, he could not get there before Scar could stab him. Scar pushed him off his katana.

"Scar."

Scar looked up towards Ed. "Edward Elric. We meet again."

Ed pulled out his zanpukto, glaring at Scar. "You have no motivation, so why do you attack my men?"

"No motivation? You are fooling yourself. The shinigami have done nothing for those of Rukongai. They have left us to sit in squalor while they feast in their white halls."

Ed's glare intensified. "You think I haven't tried to do something? I have done all I can under the circumstances. But at the moment, Sereitei is rather busy with our own problems."

"Problems you no doubt created, shinigami."

"Is violence your answer to everything?"

"It's the only way to make people see sense."

"Look, I'm done talking to you. Separate and join together, Fumito."

Ed felt cold metal snaking over his arm. Looking down, he saw that now that he had a human arm, the metal instead formed intricate designs over his arm. Looking closer, Ed noticed that they actually resembled the lines of a human transmutation circle. Shoving that fact to the back of his mind, he readied his stance, eager to see what threat Scar posed.

Scar attacked him with his katana, doing nothing special it seemed. Ed easily dodged and parried his attacks, wondering what he was hiding. Ed eventually made it over to Tanaka, who was still alive. "Tanaka," he hissed. "What is he hiding that is so powerful?"

"Captain… run…"

"What about him is so dangerous?" Ed asked, taking his eyes away from Scar for a second. Scar was thirty feet away, what could he do?

"RUN!"

Tanaka leapt at Ed, knocking him over. But he wasn't fast enough; Ed was hit by the red lightening anyway. Ed gently pushed Tanaka off of him and tried to stand. The lightening had left him with a decidedly funny feeling in his stomach.

It was to his horror that he discovered that his left leg wasn't working properly. Not only that, his zanpukto had reverted to her original form and lay several inches from his outstretched hand. He grabbed it and brought it up, virtually dragging his metal leg behind him.

Scar glared at him. "Just for you; now die!" He lunged with his katana, a lunge that Ed easily parried. But then in his left hand he gathered another ball of red lightening. With his dead leg Ed couldn't dodge in time. It hit him full on, sending him flying through an entire house and landing in the street on the other side. Fumito went flying.

Scar advanced through the wreckage of the house. Gasping, Ed tried to get up but realized with horror that his leg had been completely blown apart by that blast. Suddenly, he sensed Scar's presence in front of him. He looked up slowly.

Scar was poised for the kill, katana ready. He seemed to be waiting for something. "Well Elric? Are you ready to die… again?"

Defiance filled Ed's eyes. "You know that house you just pushed me through? That one? I used to live in that house. The couple that lived there took me in after I died. And their daughter? I fell in love with her. She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. But one day I came back from the market and the house was deserted. No one was there. No one ever came back. That's when I decided to become a shinigami. And that's why I became a captain. So I could try and fix things. Maybe that's what you should do too."

Scar had lost the sunglasses a while ago, and now his eyes betrayed indecision. "Die, shinigami scum."

Ed collapsed in the street, blood spreading around him as Scar walked away.

Poor Ed just doesn't get a break, does he? First Shawlong Qufang, now Scar. And no one can complain about Scar because no one gave me their opinion. Reviews please!