Chapter 3

A/N: Hey-o there, and welcome to the third chapter. I've gotten a couple reviews and was asked to un-center the paragraph because it can get a little confusing to some. (I'm sorry. )': ). Hope you enjoy the Chap.

P.S. I hope everyone's enjoying the year school year. IT'S SOPHOMORE YEAR! HAHAHA! Calming down now.

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It was quiet now during the little train ride. The train was due to stop at their destination in the afternoon the day after. Since it had only been some hours they only had maybe two or three hours left on the train. By now the group was all asleep, until there was a sudden clunk.

The only one to awaken in the cabin was Mustang. He grumbled as he started to wake up and felt the dim slivers of sunlight come through the curtains that were slightly still opened. He looked at the others who were still asleep around him. Taylor was leaning up against the window curtain on her side, Havoc leaned his head on Mustangs shoulder which he pushed off of him and was now leaning on the wall opposite, Hawkeye was laying slightly back in her seat, and Lynn had found a comfy spot and was laying her head on Hawkeye's lap. Before double taking he realized and thought, 'Where'd Tarin go?' He knew when he had last saw her sitting next to the window across from her sister. There was no way she could have left and they not know it. "Guess I have to go find her?" He stood up from his seat and quietly walked out of the cabin.

As he walked out he was shielded his eyes from the bright lights of the train and the brightness of the sun through the windows until he was used to the light. Walking down the aisle of the train he noticed not that many people were on board then what he usually saw on trains, maybe because they had to ride on one of the last trains. The few people that were there were all asleep. He stopped after spotting a familiar boot in the aisle from a chair a couple rows up ahead. Walking to them Mustang had found who he was looking.

He sat in one of the seats across from where she laid and scrutinized her. She was wearing a black shirt without the sleeves (looked as if she cut them off herself), a pair of cargo pants that stopped just below her knees and had been tied at the end with a drawstring, and a pair of black boots that would've seem like combat boots if they didn't look as casual with the silver buckles. Going back up he looked at her dark brown hair, it looked a bit different to him than it did the night before, may have been the sunlight or something. For some reason he couldn't snatch his away from that and the little bit of her face behind the strands of hair. Being curious he moved the hair out of her face and looking at her he frowned.

Tarin's expression was a mixture of anger, fright, and pain. Eyes closed a little tightly and were twitching a little too. She had a struggling breath and had broken into a light sweat. Whatever she was dreaming about must have seriously been taking a toll on her.

Mustang couldn't take the sight of it anymore and tried to wake her up. "Tarin. Tarin wake up, you're dreaming. Wake up." He continued to try talking to her and shook her shoulder. When brown eyes fluttered open he felt relieved until she grabbed his wrist tightly.

"Let go… of me," she said in a haunting voice. "Let go." Her eyes were big and full of fear and anger.

Not believing this Mustang still tried to communicate with her. "It's alright Tarin I'm not going to hurt you. It's me, Roy. Colonel Mustang." He saw her calm down some. Blinking a couple of times and letting go of his wrist, Tarin laid herself back down into the chairs. "Are you alright?"

She nodded. "Yeah, I'll be fine. It was just a bad dream, is all." Rubbing her face with her hands she looked at them. "I was sweating? What else did I do? Did I say somethin'?"

"No. You were asleep and you looked… upset."

"Did I now?" She looked around and hummed a little while trying to sit straight up. "It's morning already, huh? We must not have that long on this train, thank goodness. I don't think I could've lasted a-" She paused as she looked down then she looked away.

"What's-"

"Your wrist." She stated, still not looking his way. Mustang looked down at his wrist; it slightly red and saw small crescent makes on it. "I'm sorry for hurting you. It's just that, I'm not use to someone else waking me and I'm guessing seeing you shocked me a bit, is all."

Mustang chuckled which confused the girl. "Don't be. I understand it being an incident, so don't worry about it." He looked at Tarin when she turned back to him and put on a light smile. When he saw it wasn't a real smile and he placed his hand over hers. "I said don't worry about and I mean it." He gave her a nice smile.

Looking at him for a moment she then had a playful smile. "Okay I won't. So tell me, is this one of your ways of flirting with other women Roy?"

"What makes you think I'm flirting with you? And I think it be better if you call me Mustang or Colonel, since I am still on an assignment."

"I'll keep that in mind, Roy. What makes me think that your flirting is that smirk of yours, the look in your eyes, the smoothness in your voice, the fact that you put your hand on mine while have those looks, and I heard from a little birdie that you tend to flirt with women. But I'm just asking is all."

"And maybe I am." He leaned forward a little. "Mind telling me if it's working?" He saw her smile get wider as she put his hand in his lap. "I guess not then. You must know when any guy flirts with you then. Or you must do it yourself?"

"Yeah right." She scoffed. "I'm not a flirter. I don't think I've ever flirted that much before. I don't even think I really remember or know how to."

"Is that so?"

"That's at least what my sister told me, but I don't care."

Mustang was really taken back by this; so much that he didn't know the train attendant had placed some water in both of their cup holders. At least every women he has ever met he's at least seen flirt. He's even seen Hawkeye flirt once before. "I can't believe that. You must can never get on a date?"

"I can to get a- Hey! I'm not telling you about my love life. It's none of your concern."

"Nope. It looks like Tarin Silvers is a single, lonely woman."

"Yes I am single but by choice. And I'm not lonely. I've been in plenty of relationships with men and-" She started to giggled and it quickly developed into laughter. "How in the world did you get me from one topic to my dating status?"

As she continued laughing Mustang joined in a little. "It's just another talent I have, I guess. But it seems my flirting has gotten me some success today."

"Okay. Like how?" Rin tried her best to subside her laughing fit.

"I got you to talk to me freely and laugh as a bonus." He smirked even more and the same time she slowed down her laughing to a stop. "After observing you a little I sort of got the guess that you don't do this kind of thing around people you just met. You talking opening, having long conversations, smiling-"

"Please stop." She said bluntly. Her eyes were towards the ground not even looking at him anymore. Not knowing if he had hit a sore spot or not, he tried to place a hand on her lap but she pushed him away. "I don't think it's good for someone to try and figure out a person so quickly. I say people find out things in others after time and getting to know them. Not by keeping a hawk's eye on them the second they encounter or getting information from others unless completely necessary, is all. That can lead to false hope or information, as well as down fall."

Mustang became more on guard. Not needing to even look in her eyes, Mustang could tell by her voice that she was upset and didn't want the anger to level up. He also didn't want her to find out he had did a little digging on her. "So you must not like the ideas of the information and investigation branch in the military?"

"In fact I do." She stood up and moved to the seat next to Mustang. She brought her water with her and took a few sips. "Them getting and having information is their job. They use it for important reasons to keep the country safe from fatal harm. It's also sometimes use to keep some people in check so they will not try to over throw our government."

"You seem to know plenty about them, huh? Is that what you did before you left?"

"No, not really. I just spent time there and met some interesting people along the way. It's just that being there and seeing only a few peoples info that I thought a person may use it to their advantage and that's not very trustworthy. They deserve the worst." Mustang stared at her while she drank a little more of her water. He hopes that if there is a God that she doesn't find out he has some info on her. "Do you know anybody who'd do that Roy?"

"No, but I have a friend who works in that department in Central."

"Hmm… Okay Roy, tell me this. Are you a person who gets information on people you don't know for your personal reasons or gain from your friend?" They stared at each other and resulted in a silence. "Did you get any information on me perhaps?"

They keep at it. Neither flinched nor took a heavy breath. Not even looking away. By the way Rin looked not an unfocused thought went through her mind. Mustang just kept a solemn face to the best of his abilities. He was just hoping that she didn't find out the truth or he'd be a dead man for sure. It was a few minutes of staring before someone walked to their seats. "There you guys-" They were interrupted by the sound of water splashing on Roy's face. Rin quickly got up and walked back to their cabin. Roy heard whoever was there called after the angered woman in no success. "Colonel, what did you do to Rin?"

He wiped the water off of his eyes and face. Swooping his hair back he found himself looking at Taylor, who looked confused. "To tell the truth, I don't know what I did."

"Did you touch her or something?" She looked back to where her sister had stomped off to and back to the Colonel. "Or maybe say something wrong?" He shrugged. "Did you lie, 'cause I think it's written all over your face?"

'Is it really that obvious!' "No. We were talking and I think she overreacted." He explained calmly as he grabbed a handkerchief out of his inner coat pocket and dried his face. "I think she'll be okay though."

"Rin doesn't overreact like that." She defended her sister. "She may get angry but not to a point for to want to retaliate so quickly. In your case have water splashed on them. Whatever it was she did it because you've really ticked her off."

He watched Taylor walk away back to the cabin. Sitting there for a moment, he reviewed all that has happened. He still didn't know much anything about her military background, but he does know she had a connection with investigation at some point in time. 'If she had been part of investigations or knew someone, she could have had all of her unknown information thrown out. It could explain why Maes could only give me a less than a handful of information on her. But why would she want no one to know. Have it as if she hadn't even been in the military or even existed.' He had so much going through his mind. 'This might get me in more trouble than I am already in but… when we get to Central I most definitely need to talk to Maes about this.'

Finished thinking, he got and headed to the cabin. Once he'd open the he instantly felt all eyes on him, minus Rin's. Ignoring the odd stares he sat down in his seat. "Hey chief, why are you all wet?"

"I don't feel like getting into details now Havoc."

"He may have decided to finally wash off some of that ego of his because it really started to stink up the place." Rin commented as she continued to stare out the window at the scenery that was passing by. Roy had a little growl in his throat that one could hear. Jean smiled a little, sort of figuring out what happened. Taylor sighed and mused silently, "This is going to be a long trip."

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A/N: Hello, this is evil side of Hime, but I like to go by Emi. Hime is not here at the moment due to… her being a little tied up at the moment. (Shoelace incident, don't ask.) She advises you to please stay tuned for her next chapter. Ciao.

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