Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ A Ghra Moi Chroi ❯ Tir Gan Teanga, Tir Gan Anam (in irish) ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: Don't own FMA. If I did, would I even be writing a “fan story”? Psh! Yeah right! As if!

 

Aru-aru: “……”

 

Hamtaro (author): “Oh shut up! You know you luv me!” -huggles aru-aru.

 

Aru-aru: -blushes-

 

Title translation: (It's in Irish. You'll understand why later as the story progresses.) “A Country Without a Language, A Country Without a Soul.”

 

 

The tall man with jet-black hair gazed solemnly out the ample glass window into the setting sun.

 

Slowly and stiffly, he turned around to face me.

 

“Sooo…what to do with you?”

 

My back stiffened up as I clenched my fists with small bunches of the hem of my skirt in my hands, as my nervousness shot through the roof like fireworks.

 

The tall man turned back around towards the window stiffly, turning on the heel of his foot.

 

“Hmmm…”

 

-gulp-

 

Oh great, I'm in trouble again aren't I?

What's wrong with me? I thought angrily to myself. You know you can take this guy down! I am almost NEVER scared of people. Especially adults.

 

“Hmmm…”

 

I gazed piercingly at the back of his neck.

 

This is ridiculous. Don't talk to me like I'm lesser than you!

 

On this thought, my emotional state changed from extreme nervousness, to anger, and then to being very aloof.

 

Nobody talks to me like this…

 

I gritted my teeth in angst.

 

“-sigh- If you keep acting up like this, the military won't be able to take care of you anymore. You do realize that the only reason you're even here is because the Fuhrer feels sorry for you, don't you?”

 

Oh sure. Talk to me like I'm a helpless puppy!

 

Colonel Mustang sat slowly down into his chair and rested his elbows on the deep mahogany colored desk. He placed his index fingers on his temples and rubbed them in little circles slowly, and closed his eyes like he was trying to relieve a painful headache.

 

I leaned back in the slick black leather couch that I was sitting in carelessly.

 

“Yeah right. You know you need me!” I switched to lying on my stomach so I could look the Colonel in the eye, dallying my feet around in the air carelessly, and resting my chin on my arms.

 

“Besides, I'm not that easy to get rid of.” I said boorishly.

 

Cause I'm not.

 

Mustang opened his eyes half way and gazed menacingly at me.

 

“I'm serious. One more slip-up, even of the tiniest bit, and you're out of here. The Fuhrer won't want to keep someone around who is as lazy, foul-mouthed, abrasive, and as acrimonious as someone like you.”

 

 

I narrowed my eyes at him, gritting my teeth together even harder.

 

“So…what do you want me to do?”

 

An obvious, rapacious sneer crept slowly across the Colonel's smug face.

 

“A very talented state alchemist, who works under me, is taking his assessment soon.”

 

“…and?”

 

“Whether he passes his assessment or not and keeps his State Alchemist's license is going to be based on how well he fights in an upcoming battle.”

 

I slightly raised both eyebrows at him curiously.

 

Kind of like a “Battle Royal” eh?

 

“But the problem is that we can't find anyone who can, or is even willing to fight him. And so…”

 

I cut off the Colonel. I knew what he was getting at.

 

“And so you want me to fight him? Is that it?” I said sarcastically.

 

“Very `straight-to-the-point' now aren't we? But yes, that's right. As a way to make it up to the military, I want you to fight him.”

 

“Fine. I'll do it.”

 

I smirked, bearing my fangs intimidatingly.

 

“Besides, I haven't had a good fight in awhile! So, who is the unlucky chap?” I said with my obvious Irish accent.

 

Mustang scooted his chair out away from his desk as he stood up, with his hands on his desk. He opened his eyes halfway and said: “I want you to fight Edward Elric. The Fullmetal Alchemist! You may've heard of him. He has quite a well known reputation around here in Central.”

 

“Yeah yeah, I can handle him! I know who he is. He's a conceited, self-centered, ignorant, smug, pompous, cocky, dense moron who thinks he's better than everyone else.”

 

“Hmmm… Sounds just like a certain fiery girl that I know.” Mustang said tauntingly with a provocative gaze.

 

I shifted on the smooth couch, trying to get into a more comfortable position.

 

“Just shut up you flipping pervert.”

 

“You know, you shouldn't talk to military personnel the way you always do, especially to a Colonel. It could get you into some trouble.”

 

I averted my gaze to the wall directly across from the couch I was laying on.

 

“Like I care.”

 

 

The door that led from the spacious office to the outside hallway made a creaking sound as it opened slowly.

 

“Colonel Mustang?”

 

A young blonde woman of about 25 to 26 appeared in the doorway. Her name is Riza Hawkeye.

 

“Yes?” Colonel Mustang glanced over slightly at his subordinate.

 

“Edward and Alphonse Elric are here to see you.” Her voice was very smooth and monotone.

 

“Good. Send them in.”

 

The Colonel turned his chair slightly.

 

“I guess it's your lucky day.” The Colonel was obviously being very corrosive about it.

 

 

“So Colonel, have you found anyone for me to pulverize for my assessment yet?”

 

A short blonde-braided boy wearing black leather pants, a black tank top, red coat, black boots, and white gloves came waltzing into Colonel Mustangs' office proudly waving one hand in the air. Following him much LESS arrogantly than the blonde was a very large, hefty suit of armor.

 

As the two Elric's were walking in, I noticed something very curious and strange about them.

 

The sounds of their footsteps.

 

The suit of armors footsteps; they're hollow. Is there anyone inside?

 

I began looking at them both very closely.

 

And the shorter one; what's with him? The footsteps of his right foot are normal sounding…but his left foot sounds…different…how strange…

 

 

“Actually Edward, I have.”

 

“Great! So, when do I get to meet him?” Edo looked very enthusiastic.

 

“She's right there.” Mustang pointed a finger at me with a look on his face that said: I've got you both right where I want you. This is a punishment.

 

Edo looked at me with disappointment in his eyes.

 

“But Colonel! She's a girl! I can't fight a girl!” Ed wasn't very accessible to the idea of fighting someone like me.

 

I stared menacingly at Edo with a look of abhorrence.

 

I detest guys who think that fighting a girl is a bad thing; like they'll hurt them severely or something. Those types really, really get on my nerves.

 

“What's the matter?” I sounded very loathing towards this pompous little pissant brat.

 

“Afraid I'll beat you into a bloody-pulp?”

 

“Ha! Yeah right, like someone like you could ever beat me!”

 

“Brother…”

 

“Oh I wouldn't be so sure of myself if I were you, Edward.”

 

“And why is that?”

 

Mustang walked over from his desk up beside me and put his hand gruffly on the top of my head.

 

“This girl has been known to be just as hot-headed and reckless as you.” He ruffled my hair a bit. “In fact, I'll bet that if you'd ask anyone working here at HQ that they'd say that she's even more headstrong than you, Edward. Don't take her so lightly. That's why she's been assigned as the one to fight you as your opponent in your upcoming assessment. She's been causing the military some troubles let's just say, and this is how we want her to pay us back for us having to take care of her for so many years.”

 

“You mean, the military's been taking care of this girl? For how long?” The suit of armor finally spoke up. And judging by the sound of his voice, I'd say that he was the younger of the two.

 

So he's younger…I wonder how old he is.

 

“What about her parents? Does her family like the idea that their daughter is involved with the military.”

 

I flinched at the thought of my parents and the rest of my family. It had been around ten years since I'd seen or heard from any of them. The thought of those despicable humans, who were my “family members”, stung a bit.

 

I looked down sadly at the floor in shame.

 

“M…my parents…don't…care…”

 

Edo and Alphonse looked at me with bewilderment.

 

But Mustang looked at me with sympathetic eyes, for he knew the truth.

 

To be honest, that's the whole reason why the military takes care of me. The Fuhrer realized that I had no parents, and couldn't find any family members, neither immediate nor distant relatives, that were around anywhere. So, out of sympathy and pity, the Fuhrer decided that the best place for me to be that could keep me from rebelling against the state and could still harness my strength, abilities, and my immensely powerful magic skills would be the military. But only a few people in this system even know the truth. Mustang knows because he was basically assigned to be the one who takes command and oversees anything and everything in which matters concerning me are involved. He's kinda like a required parent, but not exactly the parental type. A few others who know anything at all about my situation are Lieutenant Colonel Hughes, Major Armstrong, Schezka, and Riza Hawkeye. Including the Fuhrer, of course.

 

 

“So, where are your parents then?” The younger brother, Alphonse, asked inadvertently.

 

“Um…they aren't…here…right now. They're….kind of….away…far away…”

 

Mustang looked at me with solace.

 

“Anyways, Fullmetal, when do you think would be the best time for you to have your assessment battle?” He said trying to change the subject off of my family matters.

 

“Oh, right! As soon as possible!” By the tone of ardor that was in his voice, he was very juiced-up about his upcoming assessment. He clenched his fist in excitement to show his readiness for the fight.

 

“How about tomorrow then?”

 

“Sure!”

 

The Colonel glanced at me and asked my opinion on it.

 

“Oh, right. Tomorrow's fine with me. I don't care.”

 

I stretched out like a baby kitten waking up from a peaceful slumber.

 

“I got nothin' else better to do anyways.”

 

“Right. Tomorrow it is then.”

 

“Right! And prepare to lose- um…uhhh…”

 

Edo stared at me in confusion. That idiot didn't ever think to even ask my flippin name!

 

“Caramel. My name's Caramel. It means: `In the vineyard'. `Caram' for short.

 

God, he's stupid. And this is who they all say is a `child prodigy'? He didn't even think to ask my name! Yeah, reeeeal great impression there Mr.Clueless.

 

I thought to myself, rolling my eyes.

 

“Oh. Right. But don't think I'm gonna go easy on you just because you're a girl!”

 

I lifted myself up off the couch with one arm wedged between me and the couch, the other resting on my hip. I bared my cat-fangs and teeth at the shorty menacingly.

 

“Don't underestimate me!”

 

 

----NEXT DAY----

 

Ever since I was a little girl, I've been an insomniac. So I didn't get much sleep at all last night.

 

People avoided me as I sauntered down the hallway with droopy, sleep filled eyes. I was so tired that I just threw on a pair of baggy boys jeans (green), tennis shoes, red suspenders (to hold up my jeans), and a baseball style shirt that showed my stomach and was very lose. One sleeve fall's a slight way off of my shoulder, and the sleeves are a deep blue while the rest is white.

 

Since this was the day of Edo's assessment, I was supposed to report to the Colonel's office as soon as I woke up.

 

Great. I thought to myself with an obvious scowl of disgust. I have to go see that little fek. What a great way to start the friggin day. -sigh-

 

 

-CLICK- I shut the door to the Colonel's office behind me as I walked in casually.

 

“So. I'm here. What do you want?”

 

I narrowed my eyes with a tight frown, crossed my arms and leaned against the wall as the Colonel looked me up and down.

 

“Well, you're sure dressed up now aren't you?” He said sarcastically.

 

“Yeah well, you know me! Always dress to impress. Especially for you.” I retorted venomously back.

 

Mustang narrowed his eyes coldly and folded his hands in front of his mouth.

 

“You know…-sigh-…I really am too nice. I don't understand why you hate me so much. I should just throw you out on the street for that resentful tone of voice of yours right now.”

 

Colonel Mustang layed one hand down on the top of his desk and rested his cheek on the other. Then he looked up at me with a lewd and lascivious look in his eye.

 

“Of course, there are some things that you could do in exchange for me having to put up with you're hot-head and foul-mouth for so many years.” He stated sarcastically with a sneer.

 

“You are repulsive you pervert…”

 

I turned my head to the side and looked in the other direction with crossed eyes and pursed lips. “And you wonder why I hate you so much, you eejit…”

 

“Hmph. Well you do seem to give off that impression to people. Especially to men.”

 

When people accuse me of being a slut, I get MAD.

 

Clenching my fists in anger, I walked steadily towards the Colonel and stood square in front of his desk.

 

“You stupid bloke! Quit being a pervert and start acting like an adult! Git' you're mind outta' the gutta'!” I shot back with an acidic tongue.

 

Mustang sighed, and then looked up at me with serious eyes.

 

Then Mustang leaned back lazily in his desk chair, tilting his head back against his chair and staring at the ceiling.

 

He mumbled very quietly under his breath. “It is a shame…”

 

Out of anger, I smacked my hands loudly on the desk again. A slight blush across my face.

 

“I said stop it!”

 

 

“Really colonel, you shouldn't talk like that to a 14 year old girl. Did you forget how old you are or something?”

 

A tall man with red hair and a cigarette in his mouth walked through the doorway.

 

“Lieutenant Havoc!” I said in surprise.

 

Havoc strode up to Mustang's desk and set some papers on top.

 

“Merry Christmas for you, you've got more paperwork!”

 

“Oh great…” Mustang's face shifted from cocky to depressed within seconds, much to my delight.

 

Mustang however, looked up at me with longing eyes.

 

“You know, it's still not too late to `make up' to me all those years.”

 

Then his face went back to looking all cocky again. He narrowed his eyes in enjoyment.

 

“Just take off those suspenders and loosen your jeans a little and-“

 

“I SAID SHUT-UP YOU FREAK!!!”

 

 

“God, are you always this loud in the morning?”

 

The short, blonde Edward walked through the door with one finger in his ear.

 

“You're so loud.”

 

Alphonse stayed out in the hallway near the door.

 

Why's he not coming in? I wondered to myself.

 

“Ah. Edward, you're here.”

 

Mustang turned his chair and faced the both of us.

 

“Let's get down to business now, shall we?”

 

“Oh sure! You're just trying to change the subject so I won't go and kick you're arse!”

 

“Ahhh, Caramel my dear…if only you had this much energy and enthusiasm when doing other things for me that I wish you would do…although your technique and abilities could use a little work…”

 

“SHUT UP NOW!!!!!!!” I yelled so loudly that the room shook!

 

Edo stepped a few steps back from me. Then he looked at the colonel with a disgusted yet smug look on his face.

 

“Jeez Colonel…can't you just stop acting like such a lecher to her?”

 

“Thank you!” I crossed my arms over my chest. “At least someone agrees with me!”

 

Ed cocked one eyebrow in disagreement.

 

“Oh don't you even-”

 

-ahem- Mustang coughed trying to get our attention.

 

“Anyways you two, now that you are both here, you should both go on down to prepare for the assessment.”

 

Mustang looked at me first.

 

I put my arms behind my head and crossed my legs. “-sigh- Fine…”

 

Then he looked over at Edo.

 

“And you?”

 

“I'm ready!!!”

 

“Why don't you head on down first, Caramel?”

 

“Sure. Whatever.”

 

After I left the room and the door was closed, I glued my ear to the door to try and hear what Edo and Mustang were talking about.

 

“Ummm…Why are you doing that?”

 

A shy voice spoke up from nearby to me. It was of course Alphonse.

 

“…” I didn't reply. I'm not trying to be rude or anything, I was just too busy with trying to hear what they were saying.

 

“I don't think that you should be doing that. The Colonel will probably get mad.”

 

At hearing that the Colonel would get mad, I whipped around and stood directly in front of Al with my hands on my hips.

 

“No offense and all, but I don't really care if Mustang gets mad at me or not.” I looked at the door with a disgusted face. “Not like anyone ever cares if I get mad or hurt or something anyways…”

 

“Uh…why do you say that?”

 

I shutup when I realized what I'd just said.

 

Oh great, I've said too much. Now he's gonna wanna know more.

 

Al looked at me questioningly.

 

“…are you going to say anything?”

 

“…”

 

“…”

 

“…well…why should I?”

 

“You don't have too if you don't want too. You just seem a little upset is all.”

 

“Tsk…”

 

“Well are you upset?”

 

“So what if I was?”

 

“…oh…nothing. It's just that, if you are…”

 

Al looked down out of and tightened his fists a little.

 

“Well?” I said while leaning over forward, still with my hands on my hips.

 

“-sigh- Never mind.”

 

 

I stuck my ear against the door again to hear what Edo and Mustang were talking about.

 

“Hmmm…”

 

I couldn't hear all of what they were saying, but this is what I could make out from what I did hear:

 

“So who is that girl?”

 

“It's really none of your concern, Fullmetal.”

 

“You're avoiding the question.”

 

“-sigh- If you're wondering why I chose her to fight you, it's because I think you deserve it.”

 

“Deserve what? You think that girl could beat me? You might as well have just passed me right now!”

 

“Don't get so cocky. That's exactly why I think you deserve to fight her.”

 

“Really.”

 

“She's very powerful. The military's been training her for years. Much, much longer than you've even had your state alchemist license, that's for sure. She's been in the military for a little over eight years now.”

 

“Really. That long. How old is she?”

 

Why does he want to know how old I am? I wondered.

 

“Why do you want to know?”

 

“It's not like that!!!”

 

“Then why?”

 

“Because even though she looks older than me, she can't be very old, even though she's been in the military for so many years.”

 

“Well, how old do you think she is?”

 

Why are they talking about me?

 

My curiosity got the best of me, so I decided to try and look inside the office. I tapped my index finger very lightly over the key-hole in the doorknob and widened the hole with my magic just enough to see through.

 

I peaked through the door and listened some more.

 

From what I could tell, Edo shifted his weight nervously from foot to foot.

 

“I-I don't know… Judging by her body, seventeen or eighteen maybe? But her face looks younger…like she's closer to my age…”

 

That idiotic pervert! Why was he even looking at my body?! I gritted my teeth in anger.

That…little pervert…

 

“You're not even close.”

 

“You mean she's older?”

 

“No. She's younger. Much younger.”

 

“Really? Is she like, sixteen or something?”

 

“No. Younger. In fact, she's younger than you. She just had her birthday for the year, so she's two years younger than you are, even though she's fourteen now and you're fifteen.”

 

“She's only fourteen?!”

 

“Why are you so surprised?”

 

“Oh…no reason… Wait a minute! You mean she's been in the military since she was six years old?!”

 

“Exactly.”

 

“That's amazing… Why's she been in the military for so long? Is she a state alchemist?”

 

“No…she's much more powerful than any state alchemist. Her powers may look like alchemy to a normal person, but if you were to tell her that then she'd rip you a part limb-from-limb. And she'd enjoy it too.”

 

“Wow… But that doesn't mean that I'm gonna let her beat me and win!”

 

“Whether you do that or not wont really matter. I'd advise you to fight seriously with her, for your own safety Edward.”

 

“Yeah right. Whatever.”

 

 

After that, their voices faded, and I couldn't hear them anymore.

 

“…so he thinks he can beat me eh? Well I wont let him win!”

 

I jumped up full of spirit about the upcoming battle in just a few short moments, with clenched fists, showing “maximum-guts”.

 

“He wont even lay a FINGER on me! HA HA HA HAAA!!!” I said laughing maniacally.

 

“Are you sure about that? Brother isn't someone you should take lightly you know.”

 

Al's quiet voice broke through my thoughts. I'd completely forgotten that he was still even here.

 

I looked over my shoulder at him with pursed lips.

 

“So what, are you saying that I'm a weakling or something?”

 

“Ah! N-no! That's not what I'm saying at all!” Al waved his hands around trying to explain what he meant.

 

“I just meant that you shouldn't take him lightly!”

 

“Right…” I turned on one heel with my arms sticking out, and walked down the hallway, headed toward the parade grounds where the assessment was going to take place.