Yeah, I would like to thank Horseluvr888 for adding this to their favorites, if it weren't for you I wouldn't have remember that I said I was going to work on it over summer break. Although, summer is over, for me, a whole week now (school started for me on August 31st it's a strange thing, but truthful)... And I got this done.

WARNING: I didn't even attempt to edit it, as in there are going to be many grammatical mistakes, considering school is zapping all of my energy, it being almost 7 pm and I'm almost falling asleep proves this (and I think the only reason I'm still awake is the German metal I'm listening to). ALSO: there is excessive use of ketchup in this chapter, if you dislike I'm sorry. But please ENJOY THE STORY!

Oh and I say a disclaimer, I do say it! I don't own anything to do with this, other then my character, Klara Mawole (that is her name right? O_o), but if you want use her.

two weeks later

Scar's POV

The one thing I learned while staying with Klara is that she's extremely good at avoiding answering questions. Like when Mustang came over to check up on her after he hadn't seen her for a few days. The same thing with Al. And with why she even helped me in the first place. Sometimes I think she's avoiding answering because she doesn't have a reason, or at least a good reason. Although the chances of her having a good reason is very unlikely considering that I almost killed her not more than four months ago.

She came out of the bathroom drying her hair off and cocked her head to the side and asked, "When do you plan to leave? You can't stay here forever, you know that right?"
I glared at her from couch that I've been sleep on for the past couple weeks, "I'm not an idiot."

She scoffed and rolled her eyes at me, "You didn't put on the end of that statement that you usually do. I see you can teach old dogs new tricks. I mean, saying that alchemists are idiots to an alchemist, isn't so bright considering I saved your ass."

I felt my face go blank as I replied, "Yeah, and I almost killed you. Thus, you taking me in, makes you an idiot."

She threw the towel at me and for the first time I managed to dodge it. I smirked. She looked surprised for a brief moment in time and then she grinned, "Now would you look at that! You can move finally. Makes me almost want to leave you here, go on a vacation and wait for the news of you living with me make the head lines on tv."

Does she really takes me as a fool enough to stick around if she isn't here? I'm not her pet or something. I thought glaring at her. I shook my head and threw the towel back at her, and she deflected it back into the bathroom, probably somehow landing on the pile of clothes she always leaves in there. Her grin dwindled down to a normal smile, which I noticed is almost always plastered on her face unless she's in deep thought, or is mad for one reason or another.

She went into the kitchen, turning on her water for tea, and then she came back out, "What do you want to eat? And don't say something not putrid. Seriously, I didn't think an oaf like you could have such a great vocabulary."

I smiled slightly, "Okay, then I want something that is edible. Food should be edible."

She let out an exasperated sigh and turned back into the kitchen to make something. After a few minutes I got off the deteriorating couch and went to use the bathroom.

While I was in the bathroom there was a knock on the door, a shout of surprise and then an angered yell of, "Ed! How many times do I have to tell you not to barge into my apartment?"

I heard an annoyed, reply from Ed and I looked at the closed door, wondering what I was going to do. I was stuck in the bathroom, and as far as I know Ed could come in here in a moment. I glared and silently cursed the fact that she had a glass shower door and the fact she cleaned it recently. I sighed and looked to the small window, it would have to do.

As I wriggled my feet out of the window on to the fire escape, the door to the bathroom opened and Ed glanced around suspiciously. He went back into the living-room and I let out my breath which I hadn't realized I was holding. I sighed and sat on the fire escape until I heard Ed leave, he's a noisy fellow when he doesn't care if he's being loud.

I glanced back inside the bathroom and Klara came in and looked relieved when she saw me looking in the window. She smiled and scratched her arm, "You know, I don't know if it would have been worse if he found you in my bathroom then outside of it."

I calmly climbed back inside and replied, "He didn't find me at all so it doesn't matter."

She looked worried again, "But what if he finds you next time?"
I looked at her and replied, "There won't be a next time. I'll leave tonight. I'm obviously well enough to move on my own."

Surprise flashed on and off of her face and then she turned to leave. As I was about to wonder if she was upset that I said I was leaving she called from the living-room, "Are you going to stay in there all day, or are you going to come eat?"

It was my turn to be surprised and I walked to her little kitchen, it's blood red wallpaper still stuns me when I walk in. She had toast, eggs, butter, grape jam, some daisies and some plates set out on her table and I sat down in the chair I always occupy whilst we are eating. She pulled the ketchup out of her fridge and sat down dishing herself some eggs, then commenced to drown them with ketchup.

I kept my scowl inside and buttered up a piece of toast. I really don't see why she feel to have ketchup along with some eggs when ever she makes them. She really could make something else if she doesn't like them that much.

The rest of breakfast went by silently, other then the sound of the almost empty ketchup bottle as she added more ketchup to the gooey mess she called eggs, and of course the crunch of toast, but that is expected of with toast being one of the main parts of the meal.

I helped clear the dishes, and actually washed them, I think it was the first time she had me help at all since I arrived in her abode. As I got done I heard the door going in and out of the apartment close. I glanced around the corner and noticed Klara kicking her boots off, holding something made of fabric in her arms.

Curious I went into the living-room while drying hands of the soapy water, "What's that? I asked trying to seem indifferent.

"This," She said walking towards me, "is a cape, cloak thing to replace the one that became a bloody mess that you used to wear. Just make sure that you don't lose it, or get it bloody, your or anybodies blood, for that matter."

Shocked into silence for a moment, I simply stared at it. It was a plain tan like my last one, and in much better condition. Instead of saying anything I simply took it from her and sat on the couch. My surprise immense.

"Oh, and since you are being quiet I feel the need to tell you, I'm leaving Central tonight." My head snapped up to look up at her and she almost laughed, " I'm going on vacation, and really I was was only waiting for you to leave here for to leave."

I nodded once and decided that I was going to leave Central as well, maybe head somewhere to hide myself for a little while, clear my name, and come back latter.

As the sun set I helped Klara carry her bags down the stairs that gave me so many troubles going up on my first night here. When we entered the lobby I put on my new cloak and flipped up the hood. She smiled slightly, "Well, Mister, this is where we part ways, for I don't want to have to sneak about to leave. And If I leave first there is a high chance I can distract the main force that is trying to kill you."

I nodded in reply, and she headed out of the door. I leaned on the wall to wait ten minutes before I would slink off into the night and make my way away from Central, maybe to somewhere it rains less.

I also want to say the title will come into play in the last chapter (currently planning it to be the next one, although my plans don't always go so well) THANK YOU FOR READING TELL ME HOW IT WAS PLZ!