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“MUSTANG THAT'S NOT FUNNY! YOU ALMOST GOT ME!” Amelia shouted out as the smoke cleared. She had jumped out of the way of the Flame Alchemists flames.
“Then don't say things like that!” Roy glared at her.
Amelia finally started laughing along with everyone else who had gathered around.
“Anyway that's enough laughing and bruises for one day. Excuse me while I go shower.” Amelia left with a twirl of her hips and a swish of her hair. Once she reached the crowd that had gathered they parted like water, and she continued past them. Ed shook his head before running off in the opposite direction seeing Al and Winry walking towards the main building.
Hawkeye was tired. She had spent a whole afternoon of trying to get the Fhurer to do his paperwork, but he was still flustered with the memory of Amelia beating him when they were younger, and about how the whole military now knew about it.
He was almost seething while doing the paperwork, so Hawkeye just sat behind her desk. She tried talking to the Fhurer, even flirting, trying to get him to cheer up a bit, but nothing seemed to work.
He was ticked and that's how he was going to stay.
Mustang was being so irresponsible right now that she almost, almost, needed to get her gun out and point it at his head while he was signing his name.
“Damn, I haven't had a fight like that in a long time. I'm sore everywhere.” Amelia said to no one in particular while turning off the water and wrapping a towel around her body.
The thoughts about the meeting the military would be having would not leave her mind. The three other Colonels and the Fhurer, many of the other state alchemists, and many military personals would be talking that evening about the destruction of the Humunculi.
“The meeting is going to take all night!” She sighed to her reflection in the mirror.
She walked out of the bathroom swinging her hair behind her. She would have to deal with the meeting when it happened. Until then she was going to have a nap.
A red coat flapped in the wind while its owner ran towards the pair entering the Central Military Headquarters.
“AL!!! WINRY!!!!”
At the sound of their names the couple stopped walking and turned.
“Brother” Al laughed watching his older brother stop infront of him and Winry, gasping for breath.
“Hey Winry…” Ed started before being interrupted by a screech.
“ED YOUR AUTOMAIL IS FIXED!!!! HOW!!! WHO!!!!” Winry kept screaming at his a wrench mysteriously appearing in her hand.
With fear in Ed's eyes he preceded to tell the mad wrench wielding teen of how Amelia had fixed his auto mail. It was this that stopped the screeching.
“Amelia Richards…she fixed it. She improved on my work.she's better then I imagined…” Winry went off into a daydream before shaking her head and taking a step backwards.
“Ed you reak!” She plugged her nose with her none wrench carrying hand.
Ed lifted his shirt and sniffed. “So I do…”
“I'm not talking to you again Edward Elric until you have a shower.” She told him before grabbing Al's armoured arm and walking with him into the building.
Ed sniffed the air around him and agreed that a shower would not hurt.
Al had found his brother, with hair still slightly damp, walking towards the entrance to the female military rooms. He tried to stop him think Ed in that area was not a smart idea.
“Al I don't care. I'm going to go see her. Men are built differently then women and I'm sore everywhere. I just want to go check to make sure she is alright.” Both Ed and Al were standing just outside her room's door. Ed had his hand on the doorknob.
“Brother please… she will come out of her room.”
“Al stop being such a baby.” They walked into her room and heard the shower going. `Her room is actually messy' a certain blonde alchemist thought to himself upon sitting on her un-made bed.
He saw a couple drawers open and saw that a military uniform was hanging out of one and a bra hanging out another. Al shuttered seeing the bra, but Ed, besides blushing himself, looked in the exact opposite direction and coughed.
A door opened from the bathroom and out came Amelia wearing only a towel around her body. Her eyes were closed as she swung her hair.
Ed thought he was going to faint.
The towel was just low enough on her chest and short enough below her thighs that it was barely covering anything.
Amelia opened her eyes and almost screamed. She saw Ed blushing almost cherry and Al with his armoured helmet turned away. She immediately grabbed her towel around her chest and held on to it tight.
“What are you two doing in here?” She almost yelled at them, but somehow she found a way to say it calmly in a stern form without a hint of embarrassment.
“We c-came to see if y-you were al-alright…” Ed stuttered.
“THAT'S NOT THE POINT!!!” Amelia took a deep breath in and tired to calm down. “Well I'm fine so you can leave and let me get dressed…” she lifted one of her arms and the towel started to slip so she quickly grabbed for it.
“NOW GET OUT!!!” she yelled, and instantly the brothers ran for the door. Just as she was about to close the door on them the towel slipped even more. The towel did almost nothing to cover her body now.
Al had already left the room but Ed was still standing there on the other side of the doorframe. Amelia quickly slammed the door and left an even redder Edward on the other side.
Winry was finally meeting her idol. Amelia Richards! She had been with Al in the Cafeteria having a very good lunch, so her stomach wouldn't rumble.
She found Ed fighting with Mustang about calling him short again and a girl dressed in purple and black with golden blonde hair laughing next to Hawkeye.
A fan girl squeal was heard from Winry and everyone looked at her. Winry pointed in Amelia's direction and started to stutter.
“Y….y…your Amelia Richards!!!! OH MY GOSH YOU'RE MY IDOL!!!! Can I see your auto mail! Can I see your toolbox! You have to teach me everything you know!” Winry had stars, if not hearts, in her eyes as she looked at Amelia who had an embarrassed grin on her face.
“I take it you're Winry Rockbell. This was getting boring anyways, so sure. Common, lets go talk since I wont here the end of it until we do.” Winry tried to keep quiet instead of squealing like the fan girl she was.
Tools scattered the office floor and desk as Amelia and Winry were looking over blueprints for different auto mail limbs Winry had drawn. Ed was lying on the navy upholstered couch without a right arm.
“Ok so if we bent the cover plate downwards more…”
“No that would burn out the bearings in the shoulder. In just a couple of days the arm would stop functioning all together. Winry, it's the side shoulder plate, not the cover plate that would need to be bent down.”
“Oh I never thought of that.” Winry blushed in embarrassment.
Her Idol was helping her with some new designs of arms for Ed she had been working on, but it seemed as if everything she had been working on was not going to work.
She almost was outraged when Amelia had told her she was being stupid earlier when she suggested a tin and steel mixed metal for the arm. It was an idea. But she idolized this woman.
“Ok now if you tighten this screw…”
“And this finger joint is twisted like this…”
“Alright Ed can have his arm back now.”
A couple of muffled screams could be heard in the hallway outside the office.
“That was some stunt you pulled earlier on me Amelia.” A man was sitting at a table leaning his head on his hand while taking a sip of his scotch. A teenager sat on a chair opposite him watching the water in her own glass swirl round as she rocked back and forth the glass in her hand.
“You know if you turn that water to ice the owner is going to kick you out. Us alchemists are forbidden to use alchemy here.” He said straitening his posture before leaning back slightly in his chair.
“Doesn't it bother you? I mean me being here. You talk to me just like you used to. I left the state alchemist training to live a life I never knew I could live, and decided that I couldn't do it. I was 8 when I joined the military with you Roy. You know that. You know what I did to be able to do, what I am capable of.”
She looked around to see if anyone was in hearing range. Seeing no one listening at this late hour in the bar she looked back at her glass still twirling the water looking at it with concentration clouding her eyes.
“If anyone found out about me being part Ishbalan, I could be killed. It's of course your call now…but that doesn't change the fact. I should be in isolation with the others…” She quit twirling the water in her hand before putting the glass back on the table with a sigh. “Roy, I'm not the same person that I was way back when. Our Father…” she started before being interrupted by Mustang.
“Our Father has nothing to do with this Amelia, and no one cares about your lineage. Amelia, You helped me get into the military and become a State Alchemist. If you hadn't bought me my first pair of fire gloves, I would never have passed the test. Drawing circles in the ground wasn't going to cut it…”
“Yah but… I'm not a State Alchemist Roy. I never was. And I still have to go through all the tests.” She sighed while standing up to leave. She grabbed her money pouch out of the pocket of her purple jacket, and placed some coins on the table.
“It really is good to see you again Amelia. I missed you…” The Fhurer said before she left through the front door disappearing into the night.
He couldn't be sure but he almost thought that she was a little depressed. She was not herself at all. He knew her as the happy, outgoing, sometimes even obnoxious, but always gorgeous sister that he had grown up with.
No one knew of her being his sister and that's the way the two liked it. They couldn't risk people knowing that his father had cheated on his wife with another women. It would bring even more disgrace to there name. Their father murdered both their mothers and he was keen on finding Amelia and killing her too, although he didn't know that his other daughter was Amelia.
He looked down at his scotch glass now half empty and placed it on the table before getting up and walking out himself, leaving a few coins on the table as well.
Well this is great! I thought my sister would never return to State Alchemy. And now that the Fullmetal knows her, he will probably know her story soon too. And that Mustang…” A long black haired homunculi was seething while pacing back and forth.
“Oh please Pride you blow everything out of proportion!” Envy was sitting looking very bored with an Amelia look alike - with black hair and purple eyes - pacing in front of him.
It had been only weeks since the new Pride had come. After their last Pride died, Honenheim of Light had chosen her to be the new Pride. Honenheim was very secretive about her and her human sister. He said that a human transmutation had been preformed on her years ago but because she didn't fit the part of Sloth, she had to wait inside the gate. The human transmutation had only one problem and that was that the soul didn't take to the body.
When Envy found out that this homunculi's twin sister, that had preformed the transmutation, was involved in the military and that she was soon to be close to the Elric Shorty, he was more then delighted to show her the ropes. But this Pride was very proud. She would either be bragging or complaining about everything.
But he would put up with her…for now.
“Ahh here you two are!” said a woman in a black dress with a fat man with huge arms, and a small young boy following her while they walked up to the other two.
“Lust, Gluttony, Wrath. Well what a pleasant surprise.” Envy sighed back not at all thrilled at their presence.
“Not to be rude Envy, but actually we have come for Pride. Father has another mission for you. He wouldn't tell me the exact mission; he wanted to tell you himself. But what he did say was that it has to do with Edward and his many emotions, and something about your sister thrown into the mix as well.”
“A mission to destroy my sister…how exciting…She is nothing compared to me! I was always the better part of the two of us and then I had to catch that retched disease. She should have caught it! I'll make her pay!”
“Now Pride don't be going and getting too proud now… and stop ranting!” Envy sighed again. If it weren't for the Elric Shorty he wouldn't have to put up with Pride.
Authors Blog: Ok hopefully next chapter I will have links for you for Fan art…so exciting. Anywho you know the drill, and if I don't get reviews I don't post!!!
