(Ruroni angel is sitting in front of computer, looking sleep deprived. Large silver dragon is standing over her whispering "finish my story… Finish my story, Ruroni-chan" Ruroni loses her temper) THAT'S IT ZILAR I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU!!! Just because your two stories tall doesn't mean you can boss me around! TO YOUR CORNER!!! GO!!!!

(Silver Dragon backs away quickly and hides behind the house. Ruroni continues to fume) Damn imaginary characters, always plaguing me… Demanding I write their stories (Ruroni knows this is a good thing but does not care, she is too sleep deprived.)

(Mak taps her on the shoulder) Ruroni-chan, the readers…

(Ruroni turns to Mak) Oh, No… Not another hallucination… I know I need to finish another Chapter for Angel Alchemist, but the readers all hated me for the last chapter. And I had finals last week, and then I have work early tomorrow, and my dad wants me to drop two classes so I can get more hours… (Ruroni continues to rant pulling out her hair at the same time)

(Mak turns to reader) I'm sorry everybody, Ruroni-chan's… indisposed for a while… She will be better after a nice little nap (Pulls out one of Ruroni's clubs) Which I'm now going to make sure she's going to take. Read this while We're gone…

(Presses piece of paper to the screen) It reads: This was written in case Ruroni-chan becomes unable to make sense, Please Read, review, and enjoy the following chapter of Angel Alchemist.
I landed in the alley way, just south of the one I was looking for. I could tell by the amount of personnel, I was too late. Still, I transmuted my wings away and pulled my coat back on. For a second, I hesitated, then I transmuted my hair much shorter, turning it a dark shade of blond, then made the cloth of my bra, and shirt tighten, until I had an almost flat chest. I checked a broken mirror in the alleyway, and stowed my grandfather's watch out of sight. I looked almost like a MUCH younger version of Grumman; I could have passed for his youngest nephew. Finally, to add on to this effect I made a pair of glasses, like the kind my father wore when he didn't want to put in his contacts.

I strolled out of the alley like I knew what I was doing and walked pointedly to the alley that now acted as a crime scene. It took only one of Genz's barks to get the person in charge to come see me. It was just a clean up crew so I got a Sergeant. He saluted me nervously. I noticed he was taking in details of my person.

I looked over his shoulder like I was looking for someone more important, "I was told Colonel Mustang was in this area," My eyes shot back to the Sergeant, in a sharp look that made most of the Corporals cringe in fear. "Have you seen him?"

"You're looking for Colonel Mustang, Sir?" The Sergeant asked. "He left for the morgue hours ago." His eyes flicked over me, "Who told you he would be around here?"

I let myself swear. I scratched the back of my head, "That's the problem with walking… First you get lost, then you have to send someone through a brick wall before you can get directions…" I swore again, "Can you spare one of your men to take me to the morgue?"

The sergeant looked at me surprised, "You walked here? Alone? From Head Quarters? Why?"

I shot him another glare, "What part of that is any of your business?"

He swallowed, and went back to attention, "None Sir, I was just thinking out loud."

I kept my voice low like Sou had that morning, "How often is that a safe Idea, for you I mean?

He swallowed again, and blushed lightly, "Well, uhh… Most of the time it probably isn't my smartest idea."

"I thought as much…" I still glared, "You will release one of your privates, to take me to the morgue." This time it was an order.

The Sergeant saluted me again, "Yes, Sir!"

The private, was an older, talkative man. He chattered away non-stop, as I got in and pull my seat belt on. Finally, I shot a look at him, "Shut up and drive."

He did for several minutes, until we came to a stop sign. "Excuse me, sir," He said, glancing at me from the corner of his eye.

I rolled my eyes, without thinking about how feminine that act was, "I thought I told you to shut up and drive."

"You did, sir," He said, "I was just wondering… Well, your clothes are so covered in dirt and dust, you look like you've been rolling around the dirt. You don't strike me as the kind of person who would do that, but I know an officer would never dress in such a way… So I was wondering…"

"I got off the train three hours ago," I stated, not looking at the man, "I'm not as dumb as I look, my granduncle ordered me to contact Mustang as quickly as I could once I arrived. With these events added on to my granduncle's reservations, I won't rest until I find him." I put the tip of my thumb between my teeth and chewed on it as though something was bothering me.

"Sir, is there something dangerous going on in Central?" The Private asked.

I snorted, "Scar is still loose, there's some other killer on the loose which set loose a sentenced murderer, of course something dangerous going on in Central. Now stop asking stupid questions and drive." I leaned back in my seat, and acted like I was asleep. When the private pulled to a stop, I sat up before he could touch me to wake me. I was out of the car and striding into the morgue before he could get out of it and come running up next to me.

A young woman sat behind a desk in the front room, she was slumped forward over the desk asleep. I walked over silently and leaned on the corner of the desk. I stared at her for a minute, until I slid her book out from under her. Tilting it in my hands I read the title and then one paragraph, it was an extremely dull romance novel. I grimaced, and then slammed it closed, startling the young woman awake. I smiled politely at her, "Hello, Miss. May I ask your name?"

She blushed, "It's Rose, sir."

I kept my smile on, "Rose, I have a few questions for you." She nodded eager to please me, "Can you tell me if there's a Roy Mustang here?"

She referenced one of her account books, "We don't have any Mustangs in the back. Is he maybe a John Doe?"

"He's not dead," I supplied, "He's a real handsome man, kind of hard to miss. He's got black hair, fair skin and black eyes that ladies seem to fall into."

The woman blushed, "Oh him… He left a while ago…" She checked a clock on her desk, "About an hour and a half ago. AN HOUR AND HALF!!! I've been out for and HOUR. My boss is going to kill me!" She hurried about trying to clean her desk and finish her paperwork.

I smiled coldly at her, "If I have anything to say about it, your boss won't be the only one you're in trouble with." She stopped mid-writing and stared at me wide eyed, I changed my smile, "Thank you for your help, Miss Rose. I hope you get what you deserve." With that I walked out the private following close behind.

"You didn't need to be so horrible to that poor girl," The private said.

I turned on my heel, coming face to face with the private. "Listen and listen closely 'Private'. I don't care about your opinion, nor do I care to hear you talking. I'm on a mission. I don't have time to be nice, or to share pleasantries. So far I think I've been fairly nice, but don't think for a moment I won't use my alchemic ability if you get any further onto my nerve." My glare could have stopped an elephant in its tracks. The private backed down. "Now," I said giving him some space, "Get in that car, you're taking me to Headquarters." I turned again and climbed into the car. The private stood stupidly for a moment in the place I'd left him, before hurrying around and starting the engine.

The rest of my time with the private was filled with an uncomfortable silence, but I didn't mind. It's not that I wanted to be cruel, but it was safer for the Private if he felt I was just some jackass alchemist. I had told him next to nothing that was the truth, he thought I was male, that my granduncle was the reason I was in town, and that I'd arrived on the train three and a half hours before. The only confirmed and true fact he knew was that I was looking for Mustang. I could easily make it more confusing for someone checking into me if I gave Mustang a black eye and warned him, not to mention giving that ass a black eye, not to mention it would make me feel a lot better.

When we finally arrived at Headquarters, I got out slowly, stretching until I heard my back pop, and then absent mindedly popping my knuckles. I turned to the private who was just getting out of the car, "You can go and report back to your sergeant. I don't need a babysitter, to walk me to Mustang's office."

The private blinked then saluted me, "Yes, Sir."

I rolled my eyes and continued to the large, main building. Another Young woman sat at this building's front desk. She yawned as she looked up Mustang's office number, but at least she hadn't been asleep. She scratched the side of her nose as she told me how to get there, and asked me if I wanted an escort. I gave her my best imitation of a charming smile, and said no. I headed the way she'd directed but slipped into a broom closet to transmute my hair and clothes back into their original state. I stepped out of the closet to an empty hallway, with how late it was I wasn't really surprised by the lack of personnel, but I had expected a few more people. Even the rest of the way to Mustang's office I didn't see a single person.

I enter the main part of Mustang's office without knocking. Riza looked up at me in surprise, reaching for her gun. I passed a finger over my mouth, indicating she should remain quiet. I stepped up to Mustang's office door, pressing my ear to the cheap door. I couldn't hear anything at first, but then I noticed a soft snoring. A smile spread across my face. I opened the door very quietly, and padded lightly across the carpeted floor. I took a seat in one of the only empty seats, making myself comfortable. I watched Mustang breathing evenly for several minutes, until I noticed the folded letter sitting on his desk, which from what I could see had Sou's handwriting on it. I pulled it out from under one of Mustang's elbows. I didn't read it completely but I got the gist of it. I pulled out my gun and held it up. I switched the safety off and pointed the barrel at Mustang's head, which popped up at the sound of the safety going off, in one smooth move.

I let my eyes dart from the letter in my hand to Mustang, in an angry look. At his surprise yet even look I was suddenly aware of how my hair was a tangled mass, my face was covered in dirt and hadn't seen a clean washrag or soap in almost a week, and how my clothes badly needed to be dry cleaned. I forced myself to ignore the status of my hygiene, and gestured with the letter, "So you and Sou like to talk about me behind my back?"

Mustang rose an eyebrow, "That's the first letter I've gotten from Sou. The only other time I've spoken to him about you specifically was…" He thought about that, "Months ago."

I sighed, stood and put my gun back in it's holster, safety back on. I handed the letter back to Mustang, "What are you thinking, Mustang?"

Both eyebrows rose this time, "I was wondering why you were here, and if you're a very odd dream or here in person."

I sighed again, "That's not what I meant, Sir. I meant what are you thinking doing this to Ross, and being in contact with, 'Bunny'?"

Mustang's eyes darted to me, "How did you know about 'Bunny'? Riza couldn't have…"

"She didn't, Sir," I leaned back in my chair, "I didn't even know for sure that Hughes was dead until mid-morning. I've been almost dead to the world for the past three weeks. I... I guess you could call it a woman's intuition."

Mustang gave me a look I couldn't really describe. He leaned back in his chair, "So how did you know about Hughes? Right after his death, according to that letter… And how about the truth about how you know about 'Bunny'?"

I leaned forward, smiling half-heartedly, "Have you ever had De-javu?"

Mustang gave me an odd look, "Not really…" He said slowly.

"I've had more and stronger versions of De-javu then anyone, except maybe my grandfather." I watched Mustang through my eyelashes, "I suppose a better word for what I've been experiencing would be 'premonitions'." Mustang gave me a look like I'd lost my mind. I kept my smile on some how, "I saw everything about Hughes's death," My smile faded, "Every horrible detail. I've seen what you were going to do to Ross, and I know how the rest of your plan is going to turn out. What are you thinking?" I gave him a pleading look.

"What's going to happen?" Mustang asked.

I gave him a sad smile, "Pain… Lots of pain… For everyone… If I told you any more, I'd change too much… I can save lives if I act soon enough, but I can't give an unfair advantage." I stood going to his window, "I saw the people who killed Hughes, and I saw what that horrible, heartless bastard did to him. I didn't believe it though." I opened the window, "I should have come forward. I should have flown up here right after the dream." I looked at him again, Mustang had stood up. He looked like he wanted to offer me some sort of comfort but didn't know what to do or how I'd react. "Just promise me," I smiled but it didn't reach my eyes, "you'll take care of all of them, and watch out for those with no heart. Be the man Hughes believed in, be the man who could be a Fuhrer." I touched my hands together and then let my fingers touch my back as lightly as feathers. I closed my eyes, as the ever evident pain that came with this transformation fluttered through my body. It wasn't anything compared to the pain in my heart. I stepped up to the ledge of the window, and faced Mustang one more time. "Remember, I've got more abilities then just flying."

With that I let myself fall out the window, I pumped my wings harder then ever before. Wanting to leave my thoughts and pain in Central, and far behind me, but they flew next to me. Loosing Hughes had been like losing a brother or father. He'd been the kind of father figure I wished my father had been. At the same time something about him reminded me of Samuel. As I put more distance between me and Central, a memory of Hughes's funeral passed into my mind. I wondered briefly it my grandfather's funeral had been like Hughes's. That thought made me fly harder, trying to bury the pain of losing so many loved ones so close together.

(Ruroni is staring into space, Mak-kun is a pile of goop behind her. After a moment she comes out of her daydream and stares the reader.) Yep, their getting worse… I hate when I don't get enough sleep. (Ruroni turns to face readers) Hello readers… I know I'm being a little slow right now, but I've had a lot on my plate this past week… Anyway I've posted this chapter to celebrate the coming winter break (or the already here Christmas break for those of you on different school Schedules), also I'd like to thank the understanding reviewers who helped me make it my finals (You know who you are you wonderful people).

Finally for Queen of the Dead, My dear friend… HOW DARE YOU SUGGEST I BEAT UP GIRLS!!!! YOU ARE GETTING SUCH A TOUNG LASHING TOMORROW AT SCHOOL!!!!! (Ruroni collapses) Blood pressure, dropping, Energy level depleted, Ruroni-chan crashing in flames….

(Middle age solider appears, quickly followed by three nineteen year olds in matching army uniforms and a nine year old girl. Ruroni groans) Why are you here? I though I was going to be allowed to sleep… (Ruroni slowly sits up) Well if your going to be here, go clean up Mak-kun, and get me a cup of coffee…

Oh yeah readers before I forget I'm posting a new FF, in the Rurouni Kenshin area. Please if you like FMA you'll Like RuroKen. Try reading that series and read my FF. It will be posted tonight.

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