Al anxiously knocked at the colonel's office door.
"Come in." Hawkeye called.
"Uh, is the colonel here?" Al asked, poking his head in.
"He's at his desk."
"What... No he isn't..."
A crabby-looking black cat sat on the desk, glaring at some papers. It took Al a moment to catch the collar. "So it did happen to him too..." he said, pulling Edward out.
"Wow, and we thought Mustang was s-m-a-l-l." Havoc marveled at how tiny Ed was.
Ed certainly was small. As Al put him next to the colonel for a size-comparison, they all saw that Edward was only about half Mustang's size. The black cat turned to glare at the gold one now, but a mischievous spark came into his onyx eyes. He mewed something, and Ed flared up, mewing and hissing indignantly. "Colonel, no." Hawkeye ordered, picking Mustang up. "Don't rile him up now."
"Can they still do Alchemy?" Fury asked curiously.
"I'm afraid Mustang can't do a thing with his gloves. Cats can't snap." Breda said.
"Try it?" Al asked his brother. The tiny gold cat glared at him, shaking his head. "You already tried?" He was rewarded with a nod.
"So for all we know, this was on purpose, to make all State Alchemists inadequate for action." Havoc said coolly.
"We don't know for sure." Hawkeye said as she scratched behind Mustang's ear, making him purr. "For all we know, someone just tried a forbidden Alchemis ritual and it went horribly wrong."
"Very much so." snickered Breda. Mustang growled a warning at him.
There was a little more discussion before it was decided they would see if the Fuhrer knew. Hawkeye picked up both Ed and Mustang and carried them through the halls. The two were not happy with having to be held so close together, and a few times, Hawkeye had to give them small warnings. It was almost like they were little kids.
"Ah, Lieutenant Hawkeye!"
"Sir!" She suddenly realized she couldn't salute the Fuhrer and took a deep bow instead, earning her some irritated meows as Ed and Mustang got bunched up in her bow.
"And who's pets are these?" the Fuhrer smiled.
"They're Edward Elric and Colonel Mustang, sir..."
The Fuhrer came forward and took Edward. He carefully inspected the small golden cat. "Any idea how to reverse the effects?"
"No, sir. All we know is that they're like this."
Edward meowed, his front paws waving urgently. He was meowing with a rythm, so they were sure he was trying to convey something important. Mustang's flattened ears suddenly stood erect, and he mewed at Edward. The golden feline's urgency increased. Now both cats were thrashing around.
"Apparently he knows what happened. I have an idea as to how he could tell us..." The Fuhrer said. "We'll need some ink-wells and paper."
The materials were quickly fetched as the Fuhrer explained. He figured that Edward and Mustang could use thier tails as pens, in a way. It worked after the two had some practice.
"So, Edward, tell us what happened." Hawkeye ordered.
I woke up a bit earlier than I normally do, and I saw someone creeping out my window. I don't know who they were. They were tall, dark-skinned, had short and curly black hair, and their eyes glowed. I think it was a girl.
Edward stopped, looking up at them. Now Mustang took his turn.
Is it possible this person was an enemy of the State and found a way to get back at us by turning us into cats?
"I think Mustang's theory is correct. It seems the most likely." the Fuhrer said, scratching behind the colonel's ears.
The black cat smirked at Edward, earning him a snarl from the golden feline and a glare from Riza.
The meeting with the Fuhrer done, they left.
But next day, Ed and Mustang went missing.