I looked behind me, to find no one there. Oh yeah. I ran off after my horribly awkward apology to Ed.

Ed. Edward Elric: The Fullmetal Alchemist. He and his younger (shockingly true) brother, Alphonse Elric, are said to be prodigies. Why? Well, it all started when they were mere children. Their mother had died by a disease that swept the country side. I forgot what it was called, but it was said to deteriorate the blood stream and kill off white blood cells. I've heard the epidemic left as brief as it had appeared. After the death of their mother, the Elrics' were left heart broken.

Without a father to turn to, they went to the only option they had: Bring their mother back to life. How was this possible? Simple. Alchemy. The science to reconstruct, deconstruct, and recreate. They set off to learn it, in a hope that it will reveal some light onto bringing their mother back to life. They got a Teacher who taught them the arts of alchemy. When they returned from their studies, now ages 11 and 10, they went to their father's study.

Putting all of the elements that make up the human adult body, they also left drops of their blood in order for some family search. After that was done, they drew a human transmutation circle. They performed it, but it came with a price. The older sibling, Edward, losing his left leg. And the younger one, Alphonse, losing his entire body.

In a desperate attempt to keep his younger brother alive, Edward had performed a soul attachment. And bound Alphonse's soul to a suit of armor. As the law of Equivalent Exchange still stood, Edward lost his right arm in the process. Alphonse then conscience, found his brother in a severe state, with two limbs missing.

That was as far Ed had told me. I am pretty sure there's more to the story, but they won't tell me. Hell. I didn't even ask. I don't think they would tell me anyway. I guess Ed got automail later, now that he could stand and is fully functional. Then he joined the military at age 12, becoming the Fullmetal Alchemist. A fearsome alias. Perfect for one who had survived Human Transmutation at such a young age. Why he joined the military is still unknown to me. I have no idea what he's researching either.

I sighed. I put my hands up in the air and took in the huge Academy. "Well! No need to dwell on it now!" I announced to no one in particular.

I started walking in through the huge wooden doors, a wave of pine filling my nose. I rose an eyebrow at the strange smell. Shouldn't miles of scents fill this place? Especially considering how many students are here at Amestris Academy. I brushed the thought off. If I don't get a billion of scents swarming, well, alright then.

I was supposed to meet with the Superintendent of the place, along with the Principal. I wonder who they'd be? Surely they'd be old. They've been running this place ever since 1867. As far as I knew, the owner and Superintendent of the place had been born in 1827. That must mean that she is….87 years old now. Wow. She's a trooper to live this long. It was 1914 now. I wonder how her childhood was?

I soon made it to the Principal's office. This Superintendent chick is supposed to be there too. Upon seeing the office, my eyes turned as wide as saucers. The doors were as huge as the opening Gate to the fucking school! Holy shit. They must have been loaded!

I knocked on the grand doors, finding it cold as ice. I heard a muffled greeting. It was a low voice, so it must have been a man. Great. If he's anything like Mustang, it'll be like breaking a mountain to get past him. Now, what about the first impression? I suck at that.

Damn unintentional puns…

"Come in," the voice said louder. I flinched and then pushed open the doors which were lighter than they looked. It took about five seconds for me to push it open and squeeze through the opening it made. Okay, maybe they weren't as light as I thought…

"Greetings. Seiren was it?" a woman voice rang out.

I turned to the desk in front of me. An elderly woman sat in a big leather chair, a bit too large for her. Her face was lined with wrinkles, and laugh lines surrounded her mouth. Her hair was turning silver, but still held a brown element to it. Her eyes were gray too, but it held a certain shine to them that sung of the outgoing. She held her hair in a tight bun, and her clothes were a bit casual for someone who owned the entire school. It was a warm gown, a shawl draped over her shoulders. She looked like she was a grandmother, much less a Superintendent.

It took me a while before I realized that I had completely ignored her question. I panicked a little, trying my hardest not to let it show. I nodded sheepishly. "Yeah- I mean yes. My name is Seiren."

"Seiren?" she asked curious, a hint of excitement in her voice. "That sounds a little foreign. Are you from Amestris?"

I chuckled a bit at her question. She sounded much, much younger than she looked with such curiosity. "If you're asking if I'm an illegal alien, then you are sadly mistaken." As an after thought, I added. " I'm from Amestris, yes."

The man who stood by the woman's side had scoffed. He put a hand on the desk as he leaned forward. I didn't even notice him. "This is the Superintendent and owner of the school. Please speak with respect, young lady!"

I bit my lip. Well, so much for first impressions.

The woman put a hand up to silence the man. "Please, Dario. It's alright with me. Our students must be able to express themselves, is that not our motto?" she asked, coming to my defense. Dario mumbled something and then stood up straight. I blinked my eyes trying to process what just happened. The woman smiled. "I'm Mrs. Stevens. Most around here call me Mrs. S, so that's fine too."

I rose an eyebrow. That last name seemed a bit familiar. Probably should considering all the military officers I've met. I brushed the feeling off as I bowed.

"Nice to meet you Mrs. Stevens," I greeted.

"Please sit." she motioned me to in front of her and I gladly accepted the seat she gave me. "I understand that you are from the military, yes?"

I nodded, and then shook my head. "Uh, well. About that…" I said, trying to come up with an answer. "I'm not technically part of the military, but I do help around a lot ever since I was twelve. I'm considered a Warrant Officer there, but I'm not really," I explained. "I stay with Mother Riza and Father Roy sometimes-" I stopped myself before I continued. W-W-What the hell did I just say?

"Mother Riza and Father Roy!" Dario asked, eyes wide. "Are you referring to L-Lieutenant Hawkeye and Colonel M-Mustang, The Flame Alchemist!"

Without really meaning to, I found myself nodding. To save my ass a bit before this got out of hand, I said: "I-I call them Aunt Riza and Uncle Roy, though!"

"I had no idea that they had a child," Dario blubbered. "I should have known. You do look like them."

I quivered a bit at what he just said. I look like them? There's no getting out of this now!

Mrs. Stevens nodded, smiling. "You have your mother's eyes and your father's dark hair. Although, your's is a little different from his," she said. "I'm amazed that they let this happen, considering the fraternization laws."

I nodded, figuring there's no possible way of getting out of this. Damn, damn! What am I going to tell Aunt Riza and Mustang? "It was a mystery to us all that the Fuehrer allowed it. But they accepted gladly," I lied.

Mrs. Stevens hummed a small tune as she scribbled something on a paper. She handed it to me. "Here are classes you can choose from. Have a lovely, lovely day!" she chimed.

I left leaving Dario wide eyed, and Mrs. Stevens singing.

XoXo… First Class …XoXo

My first class was History. I didn't complain, seeing as though it wasn't such a hard subject. Sure, there are some lessons of it that I don't like, but overall it isn't that difficult. I padded my way across the halls to the classroom. The doors weren't as huge as Dario's and Mrs. Stevens' but it came out to normal. I opened the doors and was met with curious stares.

I sweat dropped. I forgot. I was the new kid. Looking over the class, it was a wave of uniform. Just like the cafeteria at Central. The boys' uniform wasn't all that different from the girls; The only real difference was the bottom. The boy's had gray dress pants instead of skirts. Duh.

I sighed as I walked over to the teacher's desk. The teacher was a male, slightly chubby, and had thinning hair. He was old, but seemed nice enough. I didn't know what to say so I just gave him the paper Mrs. Stevens gave me. He took it with a smile and turned to the class.

"Class. This is the new Student," he announced. Then he glanced at the paper. His eyes widened, and he read it over again. And again. And again. He looked at me and then cleared his throat. Then he said the words as if it were a completely impossible thing to ever say. "T-This is Seiren Mustang. Daughter of The Flame Alchemist and Lieutenant Hawkeye."

I nearly choked as he spoke. I had to dig my heels in the ground in fear of falling over. My breath became jagged, and my face paled. From my right, where the class sat, I heard whispers emerge from them.

"The F-Flame Alchemist's daughter!"
"But the fraternization laws…"
"I never would have thought that the Colonel had a relationship with his lieutenant."
"Is she an alchemist like her father?"
"I bet she's a sharpshooter!"

I sweat dropped. I snatched the paper from the teacher's hands and read it over. I turned even more pale as I read it.

This is Seiren Mustang. Or in other cases, Seiren Hawkeye. The daughter of Colonel Roy Mustang and Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye. Treat her as if she were just another student, do not treat her any differently just because of her parents.

- O. Stevens

I panicked. What was I going to do? Everyone now thinks that I'm the daughter of Aunt Riza and Mustang! I can't clear this up! I've always knew that they loved each other, but I didn't want people to think that I'm their freaking daughter! I was just someone Mustang had saved off the streets, and lived with Aunt Riza because I didn't have a home. This happened because I wasn't careful, this happened because my walls weren't thick enough, this happened because I wasn't thinking!

"Please take any seat that you'd like." the teacher said. I nodded as I crushed the paper in my hand. I took the seat in the corner by the window.

I didn't pay attention to the lesson. It was stuff I already knew anyways. My head was spinning. This happened because I wasn't careful. I had to be paired up with the Elrics. Just had too! It was all because I was thinking of them and their story that I hadn't been watching myself. It's their fault.

I stopped myself before I continued. What was I doing? I can't blame them. It's not their fault. It's my own. It was my own fault that I was stupid enough to do this. I smirked. I can't wait to see the look on everyone's faces once I reveal this little screw up. Sure, I'll have to endure some punishment. But on the bright side, Mustang and Aunt Riza would have to act like a couple. And the first way to do that, would become one.

RING! RING! RING!

The bell rung, motioning that class was over. I sighed with relief. History was boring me. I stretched and then grabbed my bag. I had no homework, awesome! I hope I'd have no homework, that'd be hard considering I have to travel with the Elrics'. As far as I know, they just get research so I'm good. Them researching, me doing homework. It worked out fine.

XoXoXoXo

When I got to the cafeteria, I received weird stares. I sighed. I guess the word got out that I'm the 'secret child of Colonel Mustang and Lieutenant Hawkeye.' I got in line, got my tray of food (which was ramen. Awesome.), and then sat down at an empty table.

I expected people to swarm me with questions, asking when my 'parents' got together, is it secret, blah, blah, blah. Normally I'd find it cute, with all the "secret lovers" thing, but I guess since it was originally an accident caused by me, I'm the only one who sees the potential damage of it all.

It wasn't long when I started to smell some unfamiliar scents. I couldn't place what they smelled like, but I could tell it was a boy and girl. I heard some whispering behind me, contemplating the fate they'd be sentenced with by sitting by me.

Whoa! Sitting by me?

I looked up from my bowl, seeing two forms. One boy. One girl. The girl was a bit taller than me. She had short orange hair and some midnight colored eyes. The boy next to her had brown eyes. He also had shaggy brown hair that fell into his eyes. I didn't notice before, but the girl had glasses on.

"Is this seat taken?" the girl, who I dubbed Orange, asked. I shook my head and Orange sat across from me, along with the guy. Orange ate a French fry from off her tray and then nudged the guy with her elbow.

"Oh!" he said and then cleared his throat. "I'm Dylan, and this is Orenji. She's half Xingese."

"Orenji. That's the Xingese name for Orange right?" I asked. She nodded.

"Fitting right?" she asked, giggling. "And you're Seiren Mustang?" I sighed and nodded.

"Sorry. Word travels fast around here," Dylan apologized. He pushed his hair from his eyes and then gestured to my plate. "Ramen?"

I nodded. What else was there to say? I wasn't much of a social person. If I got acquainted with somebody, that would be because they talked to me and we always saw each other. This was different. People are trying to become my friends. By choice. I heard nothing but breathing. I rose an eyebrow and then turned around for everyone to be staring at me. My eye twitched. Why is that returning? I closed my eyes, and did the only thing I saw fit. If they think I'm Aunt Riza's kid, so be it.

I lifted my hand and put it under my blazer/cardigan, to where a gun holster would be positioned. Upon that motion, everyone flinched and then quickly resume eating and socializing with their friends, trying to act casual. I sighed and then turned back to my table. I saw Orenji and Dylan staring at me wide eyed. I chuckled slightly as I put my hands up in surrender.

"Don't worry. I don't have a gun on me," I said, a smirk on my lips. "Aunt Riza doesn't allow me to have one."

Orenji cocked her head to the side. "Aunt Riza?" she asked. "I thought she was your mother."

Crap. What's wrong with me today? I'm screwing everything up! I glanced at Dylan who also was curious. I groaned and then looked behind me. Making sure that no one could hear us, I leaned in.

"You can keep a secret right?" I whispered. They nodded. Typically I wouldn't tell my secrets to those I just met, but I don't really have a choice here. I just slipped up big time, and they seemed trustful enough.

After relaying all the events between this misunderstanding, all went well. They nodded and agreed to keep this secret. Of course I didn't tell them the complete truth. That'd be telling too much information. As far as they know, I'm Lieutenant Hawkeye's niece whose parents are on a trip to Creta. I only said that those two were my parents because I look up to them as parental figures in my life. And that I really call Mustang 'Uncle Roy' because he had told me it was okay to call him that. That bit was true.

"Hey, Seiren?" Orenji asked. I turned to her. "I'm not sure if you're interested, but there's an Archery Class here. And you being 'Lieutenant Hawkeye's daughter' I figured you might wanna take part in it."

"An Archery Class? Like guns and stuff like that?" I asked. Dylan shook his head.

"No, it's more like a bow and arrow," Dylan explained. "The Academy thinks that guns are too lethal to hold. But we do take up bows and arrows. Only a select few are allowed to go there though-"

"Where?" I asked quickly, cutting Dylan off. I bit my lip, trying not seem too interested. "I mean, if I'm going to pull off this 'daughter of Aunt Riza' thing I'm going to have to be in that class right?"

Dylan shrugged. "You do have a point." A smile threatened to appear, but I forced an emotionless look on my face. "It's down the hall, towards the courtyard. That whole space is designed for Archery."

"Thanks Dylan," I said and then started off to the Archery Class.

XoXo… A Couple Minutes Later …XoXo

A couple minutes later, I landed in the courtyard. It was a huge place alright. It was basically like an entire portion a forest, probably. There were a few trees that lined the place, but I knew they were used as target practice. The holes in them proved my theory right. There were some bulls eyes towards the buildings, but other than that, there weren't any more targets.

I saw a woman, fairly young, come towards me. She was wearing some sort of traditional shrine attire. The bottoms she wore were a bright red while her top was white. Priestess attire. I've only saw a select few wear them before. I think they were called 'hakama.' She approached me, her hair held with a white piece of cloth in a low ponytail.

"Have you come to dabble in the arts of Archery?" she asked. Her dark eyes looked me up and down, as if looking for some sort of talent.

I shook my head. "You don't dabble in Archery. You either do it, or don't." She seemed please with my answer because she showed me the stash of archery tools.

"That's correct." She motioned me towards the table full of tools. "Choose your bow."

At her words, I walked forward, scanning the attire. I saw crossbows, the ones that you have to push a button for it to shoot the arrow. I shook my head. That wasn't what I was looking for. Where was it? I scanned it over again. There. I reached forward, finding what I wanted. What I reached for was a wooden bow, the old fashioned kind. In it was a strip of metal that made sure that it wouldn't break after a few uses.

Picking it up felt so distant. This bow was a piece of art. It was just like the one I had back then. Complete with the white bandaging around the place where the arrow would be. I touched the string that would fling the arrow to at least 100 yards, if I shoot it. It was fine craftsmanship. The Archery woman came forward and handed me a quiver with 14 arrows in it.

"Interesting choice. That was passed on from Mrs. Stevens herself," she said. "An antique from a friend of hers."

"One of Mrs. S's friends eh?" I asked as I slung the quiver over my shoulder with a strap made of animal hide. "Then that friend of hers has good taste."

"I'm Ms. Kana. You can call me Kana," she said and then gestured to a variety of targets. "Choose any target you wish."

Any target I wish? Then, I don't know what to choose.

I turned to one side, my sight locking with a tree with a red dot in the middle of it. I pulled an arrow out from the quiver, coming face to face with a beautifully made arrow. It had a stone arrow head, to my taste. The arrow itself had a white feather on the other end of it, and the middle was made with strong wood. If it could hold a stone arrow head, it was pretty damn powerful.

I positioned the arrow in the middle of the bow, and pulled back the string that will make the arrow fly. My left hand was on the bow, and my right was on the string. I pointed my left index finger out so that I could aim the arrow correctly. When the string was pulled back enough, I closed on e of my eyes to get a good steady blow.

"Hit the mark!" I said, releasing the arrow. The arrow flung at high speed, on the right trajectory to the red dot. I stayed in the bowman's position until the arrow hit the target. As it hit the tree, I frowned.

It was two inches off the center.

"Damn it," I cursed under my breath. Ms. Kana waltzed over and looked me over. I froze in place, staying in the bowman's position. She cupped her chin in thought, looking me over once more. She kicked at my feet, causing me to scoot over a bit. She straightened my back, making my bow come higher. As a last measure, she raised my elbow a bit, making it in line with my quiver.

"Your center is off. Your posture needs improvement, and your alignment needs adjusting," she listed off.

My eye twitched. And here I was thinking that I was the master marksman. I guess time really does screw up everything. I released the bowman position and was about to take off the quiver.

"The signs of a past marksman."

I perked up as I stared at her. "Huh?" I asked. She shook her head, smiling.

"Nevermind. Off with you. The bow is yours, and so is the quiver." she shooed me off before I could utter a thank you.

XoXoXoXo

I picked up my backpack, and slung it over my other shoulder so I could keep my quiver on my right. I got a bow again. It was mine. She just GAVE it to me. This is amazing! It's been years since I had my bow back! And now I'm equipped with a quiver and a full set of arrows? Maybe Amestris Academy isn't so bad…

I had my bow in my left hand, the way it always was. I walked through the gates and was met with a huge suit of armor. I flinched as I got my bow ready with an arrow at hand.

"Hey Seiren!" a cheerful voice greeted.

I relaxed upon hearing the young voice. "Oh, it's just you Alphonse." I looked around. "Where's the shrimp?"

"WHO YOU CALLING A MICROMINI SHRIMP?"

I smirked. "There you are." Ed fumed and I stuck my tongue out at him. Ed's eyes softened upon seeing my bow.

"What's that Cat ears?" Ed asked.

"My name's Seiren…" I mumbled and then lifted up my bow. "It's a bow. Complete with a set of arrows and a quiver. Ms. Kana gave it to me."

"Who's Ms. Kana?" Ed asked.

I rolled my eyes. "She's the Archery teacher around here. She gave it to me after I tried it out and said it was mine."

"Well, that was nice of her," Al said and then gestured to the road. "Shall we go to Mr. Tucker's house?"

I half smiled. "That seems great!"

BN: Seiren Mustang? Seiren Hawkeye? Or Seiren Smith? hehehehe...-_-" Good Luck Seiren!

Now, it ahd occurred to me that Vampire-ness hadn't been so open in teh past few chapters. Don't worry! We're getting there, jsut hold on okay?

Until Next Chap! =:D