Everyone but Al and Riza gasped.
"Wow, that's really something!" Havoc grinned.
"Oh, shut up. They still sting." Mustang groaned, rubbing his eyes.
All three of them now had cat-eyes. Ed's were a mellow golden hue, Armstrong's were a shocking blue, and Mustang's were a soft gray. Their slit-like pupils were narrowed in the light, and they constantly reached up to rub them.
"Well, they are interesting, Mustang. And all of our State alchemists have suddenly acquired feline-vision. So, what's it like?" the Fuhrer smiled kindly.
"Well, everything seems to be tinted gold, and if it's closer to a light-source, you can see little rainbows around it..." Ed said, squinting.
"Gold? Interesting, it must be per eye-color. I have everything tinted gray." Mustang sighed.
"If you look closely at a person, you can see a sort of aura around them." Armstrong observed.
"Hey, you can! That's cool!" Ed grinned.
"I'm sure that kind of vision may prove useful for your research, all of you. Keep exploring what it's like, and be sure to record all of it!" the Fuhrer called over his shoulder as he walked away.
"I wonder how that happened. I mean, why were only State Alchemists affected? Will anyone else be affected? Will the affects progress?" Falman listed all of the things they were worrying about.
"Who knows? But until then, we have our orders to carry out." Armstrong pointed out.
"I wonder if the effects are reversible." Al said truthfully, looking at Ed.
"Again, who knows?" Ed repeated Armstrong's statement.
"I just thought of something... What if someone purposely induced this? What if this only the beginning?" said Havoc. "There might be more symptoms. You never know."
"We'll have to watch for that. That's a good point, Havoc." Mustang nodded.
Ed and Al left the office, Ed curiously peering about the halls as if he'd never been down them before. Occasionally, he'd pause or let out a small gasp, then hurry to catch up with his younger brother. When they got into the streets, the pauses became far more frequent. There were a lot more people, so a lot more auras for Ed to look at.
"Edward!"
Al had just realized that his brother had stopped completely. He was peering intently down an alley, his golden eyes full of curiosity. "Brother, now what are you staring at?" Al scolded, coming back to Ed.
"I thought... I thought I saw something... Something that didn't have a friendly aura..." Ed murmured, a little confused.
"What? I don't understand!"
"Since I'm like this, I can see auras, and that can tell me if they're hot or cold and their current emotions. But what I just saw didn't have an exactly friendly aura. It looked a little... blood-thirsty."
"Edward! If it looked like that, then don't you think we should avoid whatever it was?" Al cried as Ed moved into the alley.
"But Al, if we leave it, someone could get hurt! We can't let innocent people suffer because we ignored something that could be potentially evil!" Ed called over his shoulder. Shaking his head, Al rushed after his brother.
They were trusting Ed's ability to sense auras. The twosome ran up and down numerous alleys, around buildings, and across bridges.
Finally, in the dark of an abandoned building, whatever it was stopped moving and turned to face them.
Ed stopped, a little confused. "The emotion isn't... blood-thirstiness... It's... vengeance?" he said softly to Al. "Wait a minute... Could it be... Scar!"
Instead of turning tail like Al expected him to, Edward grinned. "Well, whaddya know... Now I get to see how these work to my advantage in battle!"
Scar looked a little curious. "Your eyes..." he said.
"Yeah, all State Alchemists now look like this! There are some advantages to it, because now I can pick you out in a crowd of billions! You see, now we can see auras, and I have yours logged into my brain now, Scar!" Edward laughed.
Without hesitating, the young State Alchemist threw himself at Scar.