A/N:
Hello all!
I thank you for reviewing and favorite-ing this!I've been working on this slowly for the past three month.. as well as reading more fanfics to study how to make it less jerky.. but still failed nonetheless.. the next chapter shall be out faster. By right, this chapter suppose to cover till that point.. but at the end of the third split. It's five page on the words document! Gonna split them apart! If not its a wall of TEXT! YES TEXT! HAHA!
I wrote this at Iphone document app, somehow I'm unable to write when sitting infront of the computer.. I get inspiration when I'm about to sleep or at some random place but definitely not the computer..

I realized that there is a lot of grammar issue and mistake... Ah.. screw this mistake and all.. I write for enjoyment and not for profit.. Geez!

Disclaimer: I do not own FMA

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Chapter 3

Who are you?

[ Ezren ]

"SCREW YOU AGAIN!" I screeched. I finally finished going through that pounding brain with excess knowledge at the courtesy of the Truth without taking any tolls from me, not that I know if he really taken something since nothing physical of me is gone.

Now, strong current blew against me as I felt it grinding sharply against my skin. Droplets of water splattered at the back of my body harshly and shoved me down, but the wind current pushes me upward, sandwiching in-between both forces. Amazing, I'm thrown into a raining day situation by our beloved Truth, he love me so much that he decided to dropped me off from the sky. Way to go, for planning my grand entrance scheme for me. Anyway...

"I'M FALLLLING!" I squeaked, my body spiraled down against the air pressure at a top speed.

'EEEHHHH! I'm going to die!' I wiggled all my limbs in panic, flapping both my arm in hope that somehow I could glided and land safety like a bird, but failed miserably as I'm a human, not bird...

'What'd I do now?!' If this goes on I'll definitely become scattered minced meat. Stupid Truth! Ways to sent someone over and yet you selected descended from heaven scheme. I'm not angel nor creatures with wings! ...Wing? Isn't that something I'm using my arms to act like right now? Arms? Hand? Did I forgot the fact that I'm able to use alchemy?

Mentally facepalmed to myself, I took a look at my right hand and my left. I had go through that stupid Truth, judging on what happened on that series, it should granted me the ability to use alchemy without circles. And it doesn't hurt to find out, I clapped my palm together.

'This better works or I'm doom!' Surges of energy gathered as I felt them being formed, ready to be use on command.

Poof~

My jacket pulped up like a hot-air balloon, dramatically decreased the speed of falling enough for a harsh and painful landing but not fatal enough to kill. But.. I'm currently in a heavy rain and heavy wind climax, a hot-air balloon would just be toyed around by them.

"I'm spinning awaaaaaaaaay~~"

At the center of the city with gigantic concrete border that isolated itself from the lines of houses and inns. Station itself at the center, building covered by sea green cotton flag in the center of the building, that's had been dulled by the rainwater, flapped harshly along the wind and against the rough surface. Lion tattoo imprinted on it highly stood out from it counterpart via contrast.

On a certain section of the three building that stood there, through a certain windows located on the third floors. Sounds of metallic tip tapping the poor paper echo throughout the office, scrabbling, screeching, tapping. The controller made his intention obvious that he is not stopping anytime soon.

Apart from this short black-haired controller who is doing the sequences of tapping, scrabbling and more scrabbling. More noises surfaced from the long hardy desk in front of him via men in blue seated around it. All of the men in blue had their eyes locked on their desk as a tall stack of paperworks resting neatly beside them, staring at it with a poker face as they continued to finished each and every paperwork they had in their hand.

Blessing of the weather and the never-ending workload blessed the atmosphere a very gloomy state. Unknowing to the rest, innocent mushrooms sprouted itself proudly at the darkest corner of the room, probably adding another chance for Hawkeye to spot and reason to pull triggers.

"Boss, stop slacking and do your part of the paperwork."

A guy with typical amestrians appearance of blonde hair and blue eye spoken, tangling a cigarette at the crook of his lip.

Yawning and tipping his pen randomly at the current document, the boss with dark raven short hair matches with pair of nightmare orbs stared aimlessly at the space above. Paying no heed to his subordinate, the raven guy leaned back and slouched on the chair. The weather is far too heavy for his liking, with his trustworthy bodyguard on her day off, his mind wandered off to her well-being.

Did she get caught in the rain?

Did she reached home safely?

As much as she is a hundred percent accurate sniper, she is still a woman. And he hold the responsibilities to protect her as he swore to his alchemy master on his last breath.

Rings rings rings...

The phone rang out of no where, gathering everyone confused and surprised stares. Curious about who will called the office at this timing, it is nearly the time to dismiss from work after all. Their mind instantly brought up the images of certain short-tempered Blonde or family complex Black, brushed it off with an annoying sigh if it was Black. Roy picked up the phone to faced either his tease or taunt.

"Colonel Mustang, there is an incoming call from the public line by Lieutenant Hawkeye." Spoken by one of the controller from the Military Phone booth Department.

'Riza?'

"Put her through."

"Colonel, Sir! I apologized for making this call at this hours." Lieutenant Hawkeye was heard at the other end.

"It's alright Lieutenant. So, what the matters? To have you make an unexpected call at this time?" Colonel Mustang asked while continued tapping the tip of the pen on the paperwork.

"The thing is that I accidentally bring home a document that is due today and it is important to you. Could you come over to collect?"

Mustang stopped on his track and pay attention to her sentence, what she mean was: "I don't care if you had a date later on or not but get your paws on the floor and start crawling over now." Okay, rephrased. "I had something important on hand that definitely need you to be here now, this is something you have to be aware of."

"Alright, I'll be heading out now, where am I suppose to meet you at?"

Mustang stood and started packing his paperwork away neatly in to the desk drawer while mumbling some words to Lieutenant, writing down something on his black notebook as well.

"Okay, we will meet at there. I'm heading out now."

A short pause.

"Yes yes, I'll bring extra glove."

He put down the phone to it receiver, continued more packing of his desk and shoved one pair of glove to his pockets. Cursing few inaudible language when he smashed his knee cap to the side of the hard desk, wobbled his way to the hanger stand and grabbed a waterproof black coat as he went out. But returned by sticking his head in at the doorstep, he realized that he had forgotten to told his teammate what's going on.

"Lieutenant Hawkeye called and requested my presence immediately, so I'm heading over." And that, our Colonel Mustang march off from his office, leaving the rest of the members with gloomy torment expression.

"WHY IS IT THAT I'M NOT SURPRISE ANYMORE?!" The very same guy with cigarette screamed in exasperated.

"I guess we should just accept our poor fate.." Another guy with black short hair and spectacle responded in teary conceded.

The other two, sighed in defeat and continued their work, not bothered to wasted any energy in complaints.

Gentle breezes blew against her light complexion, long light-blonde locks swirled with the wind as she strolled down the crowded shopping district to her next destination. Sharp maroon orbs focused on her path with full awareness, her pistol buckle clipped secretly underneath the knee-length brown skirt on one of her upper thigh. A safety measure to defend herself if she were to meet any little incidents.

Rather than wearing the dull and bulky uniform of the military, Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye was for once looking forward to dressed up more feminine on her off-day after months of working in that suffocating office without a breather. Her white blouse had no problem featuring her slim waist and tightness of chest through the material, slightly high heel enhanced her small thigh to looks firm and smooth, the dress-up radiated her as woman.

She finally had gotten a day to needy up needy grocery, and her mental list of items-to-get aren't getting any shorter after spending a good hours in the districts. But it doesn't matter, Black Hayate would love some extra walking. It's been a habit to bring Black Hayate out with her, the dog had excellent sense and could sense dangers way before it even reached her. Today was a good day until the weather decided otherwise.

Five minutes before was a beautiful day with gentle breezes and warm sky, and after it was striking the city with heavy rain and storm. The crowds on street quickly scattered their way to the nearest shelter and that included Riza, weather forecast mentioned today should be a sunny day on ninety-five percent accuracy so she left her umbrella at home. Black Hayate cries as he shakes off unwanted water from his fur, Riza wiped the droplets off her shirt and frowned, bothered by the fact that she would get stuck here until the rain goes down.

THUD!

The electricity in the area she was in got cut-off by the impact as everyone cringed painfully under the loud noise. Children cried in fear and birds that took off from it hiding place, Black Hayate was barking toward the sky. It's not a dangerous warning calls, but more toward something is there type of calls. Riza looked up at the sky and narrowed her eye, trying to see if there is anything up there.

Hayate senses is deemed correct as Riza noticed something inching closer at a top speed, from her vision the thing looked like a human from the outline. And confirmed it's a human when she saw the person shoot passed her and crashed into the nearby valley.

The instinct as a military officer kicks in as she paced herself at the direction of crime scene. Stopped at her track when she spotted a familiar head wiggling his way out of the mess. Cuts and bruises were presented on his revealed skin, some wounds on his face were badly injured as blood was seen leaking and trailing their way down.

"Edward?"

The blonde immediately looked up, golden eyes stared intensively at her own with confusion.

"Edward, what happened?" Riza coaxed once more.

The blonde stared at her for few seconds, before widening his eye in shock, stood up instantly and start dashing away from her. Stopped by Black Hayate when he jumped itself on him, causes him to lost balanced and kiss the floor. Black Hayate seated on top of his prey with a sense of victory before his owner shoo him off to helped the poor boy up.

It was at this point that Riza had the time to realized something is different about Edward. He's not wearing his usual outfit, his hair was slightly longer and his facial shape was smaller and sharper. Edward's skin complexion is tan, but it was lighter here.

"Who are you?"

The blonde turned stiff. Taking this as a hint to something unknown, Riza grabbed her pistol from it hidden place and pointed at the fake Edward. She observed how he flinched when the gun was pointing at him, how his wound didn't heal and neither did Black Hayate bark in warning. Taking this as a conclusion she is in fact dealing with a human, a young teens at most. She withdrew her gun and coaxed the young boy again.

"You look like Edward, but you are not him. Who are you?"

Before fake Edward could reply, people's started to gathered around the valley due to the noise from the crash. She frowned in annoy, her first instincts were to get out of here so she won't attract any unwanted troubles. She pulled fake Edward by his wrist and sprint off deeper into the valley with Black Hayate on the tail.

And the grocery was left behind in the rain.

Story seem short after transferring to the site..

Rain was typing furiously on her Iphone, pausing once every few minutes. Scratching her cheek and pout at the electronic, finally, she completed some part of her story and hit save.. But rather than 'save', she touched 'don't save' instead. Rain was seen sitting at one corner deadpanning.

And pause her works for one week.

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