"Stop running! You're going to get me into more trouble! Not to mention that you assaulted my superior officer!"

"You're superior officer?" The man inquired.

"Yeah…."

"So, that's why he called you Fullmetal…" The man muttered to himself. He wasn't paying attention to where he was guiding my body, and almost ran it into a trash can, had I not yelled 'Watch out!' He made my body nimbly leap over the trash can, thank Gods.

"Cool it!" I yelled, "You can stop running. You're far enough away from the hotel."

He must've listened to me, because he guided my body into an alleyway and had it sit down. Then my body's vision went black. I had a momentary panic attack. Had my body died? Then the man appeared in front of me.

"Don't worry," He said reassuringly, sensing my distress. "You're body is just asleep."

I sighed in relief. There was an awkward pause before he changed the subject. "So you're a dog, huh? Who would've thought at such a young age?"

My temper flared. Who did he think he was? He was in my body in the first place. He must've seen my expression, because he started laughing. Laughing! I clenched my fists, ready to pound this guy's face in, when he finally calmed himself down.

"So how long have you been a Dog of the Military?"

I looked at him curiously. I haven't been keeping track…"Two years… Why?"

He ignored my question, instead, he asked his own.

"How old were you when you joined?"

I hesitated. Why did he care? "Twelve…"

He nodded and started pacing, and I took control of my body.

I woke up with a start, still in the alleyway. I quickly got up and ran out onto the sidewalk. My plan was to get back to the hotel and tell Colonel Bastard what was going on.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"Shut up." I muttered. I needed to concentrate and get back to the hotel.

"I could take back your body with ease, buy I'm interested in what you think you're doing."

"Shut up!" I yelled. Luckily, nobody was around to hear me.

"Fine, be that way." I felt like I was being pulled backwards as the man took control again.

"Bastard!" I screamed. "Get out of my body and leave me alone!" I felt so frustrated. Why did he have to take over MY body?

"Sorry, I have things to accomplish, and I can't do that when I'm a ghost."

I paused. "What do you mean?"

Well, for one, I want to find my murderer."