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Now I just need to find some characters who were actually in the south fighting...

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The Hughes family and I greeted Havoc as he walked in, early the next day. He wasn't in uniform, but rather blue jeans, a grey t-shirt, and his flight jacket, and, of course, combat boots. I think I was the only one that wasn't happy about him being in the house. Maes greeted and pulled havoc in the door. Gracia was her usual polite self. I just tried not to insult him. When he went to greet Elysia he crouched down as any adult would, "Hi, Elysia," He smiled, "How are you?"

She blinked at him for a minute and then pointed, "Nicotine addicted, sex-crazed, closet Homo."

All of our eyes fell on her, after a minute, I couldn't help it, I started laughing. When I finally managed to stop laughing I noticed Hughes glaring at me, "Elysia, honey, where did you learn those words?"

She looked at him and pointed at me, "Big Sister says them when she thinks I'm not around," Hughes turned to me with a look that could have dropped flies, "and she says them about the funny Fire man, too. Why are they bad words? Like the A word for Hinny?"

"Well, no, not exactly…" Hughes said.

I pushed Havoc out of the way, ignoring the face that he was frozen in place with tears streaming down his face. "Elysia," I said, "Do you know what those words mean?" She shook her head, "Alright, Hun, those words weren't bad, but its not nice to say them either…" I tried to think of a simple way to explain the things I'd said. "You should never call someone sex-crazed, especially to their faces. And saying someone's Nicotine addicted is like saying they can't stop doing something that's really bad for them. As for Closet Homo… Well let just agree you don't say that until… until you're older then me. Okay?"

"Okay," Elysia smiled at me. I looked at Hughes, He didn't look happy but he nodded happy with the result.

"Now, Elysia, We have to do something I'm really not going to like…" I said grimacing.

"What?" She tilted her head to one side.

"We have to apologize to your Uncle Jean," I barely managed to get out. I stood, Elysia's hand in mine, and bowed to Havoc, "I'm sorry for the things I said," The two of us said at the same time. While Havoc made sure Elysia didn't really think he was all those things I apologized to Hughes and Gracia, telling them I hadn't known Elysia was around when I said those things. Luckily, they forgave me.

An hour later I stuck me head into kitchen where Hughes and Havoc were sharing old memories. Havoc had already been shown up to his room, dropping of his bag, and Gracia had taken Elysia up for a nap. "Hey, Hughes," I said pulling on me blue coat over my black of the shoulder, long sleeve shirt, matching mini skirt, and knee high fur lined boots, "I need to go pick up some stuff in town, I'll be back in an hour or two."

"Wait!!" Havoc said in the strangest voice as he almost fell out of his chair, "Hold it right there!" He jumped up standing in front of me, "You're going where?"

"Out," I said annoyed that he was acting like my father.

"Not alone," Havoc crossed his arms trying to be imposing, "You either take Gracia or me."

"Fine," I shrugged, "Lets go."

Havoc blinked, "What? You don't mind me coming?"

"Oh of course I mind," I said letting my eyebrows bounce with my shrugs, "I just figured since I have to put up with you for the next few day, I may as well get use to it. That and I'm sure Hughes would love to get some time alone with his wife." I looked over Havoc's shoulder, having to go up on my tip toes.

"You really mean that?" Hughes said rushing me, "You'd be willing to give me and Gracia adult time?" He sounded like a love sick puppy.

"Yeah," I said trying to back away, "But I can't do that if I can't leave."

"Well then let's go! Let's go! Let's go!" He said shoving me and Havoc towards the front door.

"Hold on let me get my coat at least!" Havoc said reaching up to grab the coat, but none the less both of us where out side before we knew it. I laughed lightly, behind my hand, as Havoc blinked at the closed door, and then said sarcastically, "You think he wanted to be alone with his wife or what?"

I laughed a little harder, before actually looking at him, "So did you manage to get your wallet?"

He looked at me confused, "Yeah…?"

"Good," I patted him on the shoulder, "Your paying for lunch."

"What? Hold it," He said confused. I walked off leading the way, being relatively kind to him as I lead the way to the cloth shop. There I browsed a few moments before Havoc opened his mouth, "So why are we here?"

"Camouflage," I said looking a cloth the color of mud next to one that was forest green.

"What?" Havoc said.

"I'm buying fabric for camouflage," I alliterated.

"Why?

"Where I'm from the soldiers don't wear bright blue clothes in the field. They were clothes that better conceal them, so they don't get shot. In the skies I can wear blue or white to make someone think I'm a bird of a piece of the sky, but once on the ground I have no intention of wearing something that screams 'here I am, please, shoot me.'" I said not turning around, "You've been down south, right? What's it like?"

He looked at me surprised for a minute. I looked back at him waiting, "Its hot…" He scratched his head, "very dry, way too much sand…"

"So, basically a desert?" I asked.

"Well," He scratched his head again, "Yeah…"

"That changes things," I moved away from the dark colors to the tans, creams, and sandy browns, "I'll need light colors for desert landscape."

"You sure know a lot about this stuff," Havoc's eyebrows arched and fell.

"When my brother was still in high school he was obsessed with history. On TV there was channel called the history channel, a show about the history of Camouflage played several times I had little choice but to watch it with him, my parents didn't like us to watch different TVs," I explained picking out a sand colored cloth, a darker brown, a cream, and a grey. I also grabbed a mud brown, forest green and black, as an after thought. I bought two square yards of each. "He was a bit of a jerk back then," I said as we exited the shop. I pulled out my watch checking the time, "Well that only took about an hour…" I ran one hand through my bangs thinking, as I put the watch away, "I want to give Hughes and Gracia at least two hours…" I chewed on my inner lip pouting a little. "I haven't seen much of the city… Are you from here?" I asked, wandering in a general direction.

"Not really, I'm from further in the country," He said, "But I was trained here, Mustang helped me to learn the city pretty well…"

"Well then looks like you're the guide," I gave him they first honest smile he'd seen.

He looked at me stunned, "I don't… I don't understand."

"Take me any where. Take me every where. I want to see the city," I wrapped an arm around his, smiling up at him, "Show it to me."

He blushed a little, "Um… Okay…" He took me to what would have been called a outlet mall in America. We wandered through each and every store I showed any interest in.

An hour passed and my stomach growled loudly, Havoc didn't take me to any fancy restraint or try to impress me like that. He just took to a burger place. We joked about our families as we both eat, and then he took me to and Ice cream shop before leading the way back to the Hughes house. He carried my bag of fabrics, and a small cone of vanilla, while I had a triple scoop cone with chocolate, vanilla, and orange sherbet. It made for an interesting flavor. "Okay, Okay," He laughed, I just told him how I'd taught my brother his first lesson in karate. "So it's my turn, right?" We'd been taking turns asking each other questions to better get to know each other. Some how, I don't remember how exactly, at some time I'd wrapped my arm around his upper one, clinging to him like I'd once clung to my first boyfriend. "Okay, How come you didn't get Strawberry at the Ice cream place?" He took another lick from his cone.

"Oh that's easy, I'm allergic to strawberries. I swell up like a bright red balloon. Even if it's artificial" I puffed up my cheeks and press my face together with my hands, and managed to get Ice cream in my hair. We both laughed, and I licked more of my Ice cream trying to save it from dripping on the pavement.

Havoc laughed louder, he stopped finishing his cone with three big bites. He then used the napkin he'd had to carefully whip the melted Ice cream from my hair. "You shouldn't have done that," He laughed again, "You've got chocolate in your hair now."

I laughed pulling away from him and whipping my hand over the place he'd just cleaned. It didn't feel sticky but I licked it anyway, and smiled up at him, "Mmmm, tasty." We both laughed, and continued on our way. This time I wasn't holding on to him, "Okay, Umm… My question has to do with Ice Cream too. Why did you get Vanilla? There were at least twenty other flavors."

"Ah… Well, You wanted all that, and I can only afford so much. Vanilla was the cheapest, and it was a small cone so…" He shrugged.

"Oh…" I said. I jogged in front of him and turned around facing him, "If you'd told me I would have gotten something less expensive, or paid for it my self."

He smiled at me, "Its okay, you should indulge yourself every now and then. Besides I don't really mind, I'm not the biggest fan of sweet foods."

I pouted at him for a minute but turned around leading the way, "Fine. What ever you…" I stopped mid-sentence. I could see a white flake falling a few inches from my nose. I watched it fall and then looked to the sky. It had gotten dark and white flakes filled the sky. "It's snowing," I mumbled.

Havoc stood next to me looking up, "Its beautiful…" All around us people were stopping and looking up of hurrying to get to the place they need to be before the snow got too thick. "If it snows too hard we'll be delayed getting out of here," Havoc pointed out.

"Yeah…" I said in a dream like state. I reached out letting a flake fall into my hand.

"Aren't you cold? After eating that Ice cream in this weather I'm ready to go sit in front of a fire for an hour," Havoc rubbing his arm with his free one.

"Nope, I use to go sit on our balcony in the middle of December, while eating a pint of Rocky Road, in nothing but my Pjs, just to watch the moon rise," I smiled longingly at the snow flake.

I felt a twinge, like someone was watching me, and looked to my right, away from Havoc. On the other side of the street, in the middle of the sidewalk, stood a young man. He didn't look older then me, his black hair greased back, and in a simple white collared shirt and brown pants. He watched me, his handsome face wrenched into a grin that made me feel very uncomfortable, and made him look not so handsome. His eyes Flashed red suddenly, I stiffened fear running down my spine. I dropped my ice cream cone and took off. I could hear Havoc calling after me, confused and surprised, but I didn't stop. I ran hard, dodging around startled people. I had to get away from that man. There was something about him that told me I had to get away, but at the same time something about him reminded me of King Bradley. I was running blind, but some how I managed to get to Hughes's house.

I didn't slow, not even when I entered the house. I slammed the door shut, the fear on my face. Hughes and Gracia stared at me in shocked at my sudden and loud entrance. I ran up the stairs to my room, slamming the door shut. I leaned against the door for a moment, breathing heavy. I stepped to the window pulling to blinds closed and turned taking in my room, eyes wide. I didn't feel safe, I wasn't safe, I had to hide. My eyes fell on my bed, there might be just enough room under it. I slid under it, making sure none of my clothes were visible to any one in the room. I crossed my arms holding my self, in one hand I had my watch the ticking comforting to me. I could feel my self shaking, tears streaming down my face. I bit my lip against any sobs that might escape. I'd never been this afraid, never in my whole life.

I watched the wall silently, as I heard doors slam down stairs. Havoc was back, I could hear him talking worriedly with Hughes. I heard Gracia's footsteps, and then her knocking on my door, calling my name. I stayed where I was, trying to calm my breathing. Something in the back of my mind told me about that man I'd seen. That wasn't his real appearance, he could look different every time I saw him and I'd never know it. That fact made me shake even harder, fear trying to scream out in my throat.

I kept trying to tell my self that I was a sixteen year old girl afraid of a man I'd never met, not just afraid, the most Afraid I'd ever been. I mean I was hiding under my bed from some one I'd seen at least a mile and a half away from where I was. But the feeling I'd gotten from that man, the feeling of a murderer, not just a murderer but a mass murderer. I felt like that man had taken hundreds of lives. He'd taken so many souls, not letting them pass on. I could still feel the overwhelming feeling of the many souls that were with him.

I heard the hurried footsteps of Maes and another set I didn't recognize, meaning it had to be Havoc, coming up the stairs. Maes pounded on the door, he was shouting trying to find out what had happened. After a moment I heard the door open, I pulled away from the edge of the bed trying to better hide.

"Where…? Dalka?" Hughes said I watched his shoes pass the bed, going to the window. He opened the blinds, checking the window. "Where is she? The window's locked from the inside, she couldn't have gotten out that way."

Havoc's boots stopped in front of my bed, "I don't know…" I heard the scrape of the desk's chair, and I could imagine him checking under the desk.

"Where could she have gone?" I heard Gracia say her shoes coming into view. "She doesn't know the city very well… Maes you saw that look on her face, she was scared out of her wits."

"I know, Gracia," He replied, "Check her things, there might be a clue." Gracia made a noise that sounded like worry, disapproval, and concern. I saw a knee go to the floor, and backed up a little further my back against the wall. Hughes picked up the edge of my sheets, and blankets. His face came in to view, I stiffened, shaking harder, my eyes went wide, and a whimper escaped my lips. "Oh god…" His face went out of view, "Gracia, Jean, I found her." His face came back into view, and he went down on to his stomach, "Dalka…" He reached out to me, I cringed away. "God… Dalka what happened?"

I saw Havoc go to his knees, and whimpered again, "No."

Hughes held a hand up, "I don't think she want you to see her. Gracia, you're a woman," He backed up going to his knees, "You better take care of this. I don't think, either of us are fit to do this." He sighed, "The only thing I can think of is to drag her out from under there and hope she snaps out of it. I don't think that's going to do her any good." He went to his feet, Havoc following suit, "We'll leave, I don't know what else…"

"I'll take care of it," I heard her say, the men's feet left and I was alone with Gracia. I heard her sit down on the bed, her feet resting on the floor, she began to hum. She was doing something but I couldn't tell what. Ten or fifteen minutes past before I calmed enough to crawl out from under the bed. "Feeling better? " She asked me, smiling her gentle smile.

I curled up watching her, not saying any thing. She just smiled at me, "It must have been terrifying," She held a hand out to me like I was a scared animal, "Why don't you come sit with me, and tell me about it."

My eyes flicked from her waiting hand to her face. This had to be Gracia, that man wouldn't have been patient and waited for me to take his hand he would have don't what Hughes had thought to do. Slowly I reached up and took the out stretched hand. Gracia pulled me up on to the bed, careful that she was sitting a few inches away from me. I told her everything that had happened since we'd left, I left out nothing. I told her about the entire conversation in the fabric store, every store we went into, even the conversation Havoc and I had had during lunch and on our way back. As I began to describe the man I started to shake again. Gracia gentle pulled me to her shoulder, petting my head, until I'd finished. I kept shaking for what seemed like an hour, until I was so tired I couldn't keep my eyes open. I remember vaguely Gracia laying me down in the bed and covering me with a blanket before I drifted into a state of sleep.

For the record this chapter has a lot of info about me. I actually do sit out in the middle of the night watching the moon in my back yard, while eating Ice cream, in late december, in my PJs... Admittedly I do wrap up in my favorite huge quilt, but winter nights are the best to see the stars and constalations. I got the Allergic stuff from a friend thats Allergic to just about everything, its really sad there are even some Ice creams she can't have... Here's a shout out to her, Hey Komusou!!

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