I WILL write two today, the the second one might be between 9-11pm. Here goes 3/4~

(Age 15)

Jean Havoc ducked his head slightly as he watched the girl walk by him, and boy was he watching, though he would never want her to know he was. He hadn't expected such a change from Elizabeth, nor had he expected her to look so, so... well, adult like. She relied way too much on her brother, and when she stopped leaning on him... Well, let's just say she was turning a few heads today.

He couldn't help but watch as she walked in the line, a few of the men allowing her to skip them. She smiled brightly at them, responding in some way that Jean couldn't hear, but made him imagine so many anger-inducing things. Her face was completely uncovered, with not a strand of hair blocking her feminine features. He wondered why it took her so long to pin it back. She'd only kept it pinned like that for an hour or two when Riza did it up for her, but she'd had it like that for nearly two days now. And for nearly five days now, she's completely avoided him, and he's made no effort to contact her.

Still, his eyes found her, and he couldn't pry his mind away from her. She seemed to have gotten more shapely, but he knew it was just a trick of his eyes. Elizabeth must have finally gotten some clothes of her own. He wanted to smile at how mature and beautiful she looked with the more fitted top rather than her brother's baggier one, but he scowled instead at the other men taking in the same view. Roughly, he turned back to his own food, some mixture of hamburger and macaroni and cheese.

A light, innocent giggle flooded his ears, and he swore under his breath angrily, when had she gotten so close? Facing the direction of the laugh, his eyes found her conversing casually with Kain Fuery and Denny Brosh. He suddenly wanted to know which of them caused her laugh, and what they had said or done to earn it. Nonetheless, he found himself looking once more, as if not speaking to her made it more difficult to ignore her.

This time his gaze settled on her hands, which somehow appalled her. She had always been sensitive about them near him, but here she was in the mess hall, talking to two men, without anything on her arms or hands. And what delicate hands were those, even her automail one. It was much smaller and lighter than Edward's by appearance, with more life-like details on it as well. Even the small scar on her shoulder and chest only added to her personality, resembling her life and soul perfectly. He wished he knew what he kept doing wrong around her, and why she made him get so flustered. Havoc was the smooth, mellow, and go-to guy. He didn't like getting angry at people, he didn't like feeling guilty, and he definitely didn't like getting these feelings from a little girl.

Little girl. Those words seemed to ring in his mind, Little girl. How old was she? 14? 15? He racked him memory for reassurance, knowing he had read her file before. It was definitely 15, 16 soon. He sighed a bit, he had a gift for her, but who knows if she'll even accept anything from him. Fifteen, he thought, I'm practically a cradle robber. Havoc smiled to himself in realization, looking the girl over once more, he certainly wasn't a cradle robber, she seemed almost his age at times. Then again, she seemed almost half his age at times. Was four years that big of a difference? Does it even matter to him anymore, now that he's gotten this far in?

His gaze dropped to her legs as he examined the automail leg that he was once scolded for. It was very life-like, past the metal. It was thin and almost toned, like her real, human leg. His view shifted to the non-metallic leg with ease as he took in the daintiness and delicacy of it. Sure, her legs seemed a bit thin, but she was thin. Compared to her brother, who was actually fairly broad, she was very tiny. Not to mention height.

Jean's gaze traveled even farther down, to her new shoes, another addition to the girl's wardrobe. The soles and heels of the shoes were considerable thinner than Edward's platforms, and they had a much more subtle color to them, remaining a charcoal compared to a blood-red. If Edward was short, this girl was a midget. Not in a bad way, of course. Her brother must have been about 5' 5", where as she, with her new, thinner shoes, probably stood at 5' 3". That was okay with Jean, he kind of liked short girls.

He liked her, damn, he was back to that train of thought. He smirked to himself, almost in an ironic way. He did like her, he liked her way too much for his own good because he liked one of the youngest and most powerful state alchemists with two overly protective and equally skilled alchemic brothers. He chuckled to himself, realizing just exactly how screwed he was, both for the future and in his mind. But one thought from that screwed up mind did comfort him; Elizabeth didn't really want anything to do with him, it was obvious she was avoiding him, so he'd be safe from anything intimate or any unplanned events.

Because yes, four years was a pretty big age difference. Because yes, he was a cradle robber. And because no, it didn't matter to him anymore, she wanted nothing to do with him, so there was nothing to it.

Elizabeth felt many eyes on her, and it kind of bothered her. The guys weren't looking at her like they normally did, nor like strangers normally did. They looked at her like they would...a girl. A woman. She almost smacked herself once she realized why they were looking. She had boobs now. Well, she'd always had boobs, but now with a bra that fit and a shirt that wasn't so baggy, you could actually see them. She was really surprised at the sudden change of attention, to be honest. Everyone tiptoed around her before, not wanting to deal with a pissed off Edward. She wasn't sure if she looked different enough that the connection wasn't made right away, or if she had proven herself different and independent enough that they dared to approach her. Then again, she wondered if maybe she looked nice enough that they risked talking to her.

In any case, it definitely boosted her confidence. Either she stopped looking exactly like Edward, like she had hoped for, or she simply managed to wriggle away from his constant influence, which was just as good. Even knowing the reason for all the looks and smiles, she still felt a little uncomfortable. It only worsened when some of the men blatantly began to flirt with her. She thanked god that they were younger, and newer soldiers that were probably only three of four years her elder, not old men. So she played along flawlessly, allowing herself to skip them when they so graciously offered. It made her wonder if she would have been picked on as a little girl had she worn more dresses and less of her brother's extra clothes. It seemed that chivalry was far from dead, especially if you kept your cool and enjoyed their compliments and coy small talk.

Even lavishing in the newly found attention and social skills, Elizabeth was much happier in her little niche with some familiar faces. The two in question happened to be Kain Fuery and Denny Brosh, as Edward and Alphonse were still on the edges of their seats, waiting for Seska to return. She sat down with a new kind of feminine grace and poise that she had never realized that she could possess.

Kain and Denny both smiled up at her for a moment, before realizing the change. Sure, they'd seen her with the new hair, but she had never gone anywhere without her jacket and white gloves. They blatantly stared at her automail scar, which somewhat irritated Elizabeth, but she figured, What the hell? After all, they've never really seen it.

"L-Liz?" Kain choked out first, still wearing the same shock as Denny, "Yo-you look really nice." He complimented genuinely, making her smile widely.

"Thanks, Kain." she replied, digging into her food and finally breaking the trance of the two. Denny picked up his fork and continued eating his hamburger and macaroni and cheese while Kain went back to his book puzzles. They settled into a casual, witty banter that had no real substance. It lifted her mood as well, but there was something holding her back, an odd feeling that she normally got around Jean Havoc, but she had sucessfully avoided him for almost a week now. I wasn't until a particularly humorous jab at Roy Mustang did she know for sure that Jean was near.

As she laughed at Kain's comment of Roy being a walking female census record book, she could seen Jean's jealousy roll off of who she could now identify as being him. It made her feel a bit smug to be able to torture him, to be quite honest. He had really scared her when he lost his temper those five days ago at the car, and although she knew nearly all of it was said in anger and not thought out all the way, she also knew that there was some truth to what he was feeling when he said that, or those hurtful things wouldn't have slipped out. At least now she knew he wouldn't be calling her childish ever again.

Out of spite, Elizabeth made sure to laugh a little more playfully at anything she thought funny, and interact much more. Denny and Kain didn't seem to mind at all, but Jean's aura of jealousy seemed to expand and push to her, two tables away, to the point that she could almost physically feel his emotions.

She made sure to draw out all of her movements as gracefully and femininely as possible when she could feel the ash tray's gaze fall on her. She even managed to sneak a few glances herself, looking at him to see the way he was looking at her. Once again, she was completely startled by his emotions being worn on his sleeves so carelessly for all to see. This time, anger wasn't there, at least not so overwhelmingly as before. He held a plethera of emotions mixed together in with his handsome features, but it was his eyes, currently locked on her legs, that held the most intense and pure emotions. Clouded with a large variety of feelings, Elizabeth could catch flickers of regret, probably about their encounter at the car, and bitterness, definitely spawned out of jealousy. Anger was very present, but still not the main focus of his darkened eyes.

Scaring her more than anything else, even a little more than the nightmare and the car encounter, she thought she saw an expression that someone would give to the person they loved.

Alrighty, so it's definitely a bit short, and only like three lines of dialogue, but I really like this chapter. I hope it gives an insight to Elizabeth and Jean, and their relationship to/with each other.

Please give some feedback on this one, I really do want to know what y'all thought of it:)

[Not that I don't want to know what you thought on the other chapters, too~!]