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"You expected this to happen, didn't you?" Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye demanded. "That's why you left him alone out there. You're supposed to be there to hold him back."

"I… kind of… sort of… thought that maybe… there was a chance…" Al Elric stuttered. The gun in Hawkeye's hand, despite that it was admittedly useless against a boy whose body was a suit of armor, jumped as the blonde lieutenant's arm twitched. "He's my older brother!" Al said in desperation. "I couldn't just let them-!"

Hawkeye sighed, and holstered her weapon. "Very well. But that means you're cleaning up the mess before Mustang-taicho returns to his office."

"Has Ed-oniisan left yet?" Al asked, resigning himself to the lieutenant's will.

An explosion shattered the air. Debris scattered, and the building shook down to its foundation. Howls of inhuman rage were heard.

"That came from outside, so, yes, he has left."

"I'll clean up," Al immediately said. Leaving Roy Mustang's office in it's current condition, the fault of the Full Metal Alchemist (though Al admitted that it was his fault that Ed had gone off in the first place), was going to put the Flame Alchemist in a bad mood… and would give him an excuse to skip out on his paperwork again, which Lt. Hawkeye was not going to tolerate. "When's he going to be back?"

Hawkeye consulted her watch. "Not for half an hour. I shall help."

A quick push opened the door to Mustang's office… or rather, caused the shattered remains of the door to fall off of the hinges. "Oops."

"Not a problem," Lt. Hawkeye responded. "Where are-"

Al Elric screamed.

Not the kind of scream of terror that even grown men give when their faced with their own imminent demise, or the kind of scream any human gives when they're faced with untold pain in the face of torture from their enemies at the height of war.

Alphonse Elric screamed the infamous oh-my-god-oh-my-god-oh-my-god-somebody-cut-out-my-eyes-I-want-to-be-BLIND scream of sheer my-mind-has-SHATTERED little girl's scream.

Hawkeye sniffed.

"I've seen worse."


Roy Mustang had come back from his lunch break early.

A couple of minutes ago…

Lieutenant Hawkeye left the three men to their horrible fate. She knew that this shouldn't have happened. Full Metal wasn't supposed to be around when those kinds of idiots started going off at the mouth. And it was Alphonse Elric's unofficial job to keep Ed away when they did.

Screams of pain drifted from her office.

Ignoring them, she stalked around the corner, and found Al trying to imitate an inanimate suit of armor.

He'd even alchemized his own pedestal and display plaque.

The traces of chalk on the wall gave him away.

Hawkeye shot him in the head.


Then Al realized who was glaring at him, and, remembering the method by which she had housebroken that puppy, ran for his life.

He didn't make it to the end of the hall.

How it began…

Hawkeye gritted her teeth, and forced herself to remember that, eventually, they would just go away.

'They' were three new soldiers, not even alchemists, recently recruited, and assigned to her division.

And gods above, they just didn't shut up.

If they were talking about anything else, anything else… but nooooo, it had to be women in the military.

Reasonably, she knew that they were, in a somewhat limited sense, correct. Hawkeye was deceptively strong. Of the fifty-nine women she had entered the military with, only ten were capable of throwing grenades beyond their own blast radius, which meant they were going to kill themselves if they ever threw one for real.

However, that didn't mean she had to sit here and listen to them prattle on and on and on…

Two seconds before her fuse hit the end and the guns came out and they were going to die, they said… something else.

They said…

"And there's no way that little shrimp could pick up anything that weighs more then fifty pounds!"

Little shrimp?

"You're telling me! A tiny little midget like that must have his daddy up in the chain of command to let him in."

Tiny little midget?


Oh, please…

They couldn't…

Couldn't possibly…

Be talking about…

"You mean that little golden-eyed, blonde kid? If he's sixteen, I'll eat my hat. He's just a child playing soldier, I bet."

They were.

Edward "Full Metal Alchemist" Elric.

Who really, really didn't like being told he was short.

On pain of death.

"I'm sorry, gentlemen," Hawkeye said smoothly, her bad mood evaporated. "But might I ask who you are referring to?"

"Little boy we saw outside," said one.

"Claimed that we needed to respect him," said another.

"Kid said that he was better than we were," the third said in obvious annoyance.

"Told him that short kids like him needed to go home, and leave the fighting to real men."

"The he got dragged off by some weirdo in a suit of armor."

Resisting the urge to smirk, Lt. Hawkeye told informed them that that 'little boy' was, in fact, a highly respected and extraordinarily talented alchemist, and a dog of the military, like herself.

They laughed.

"That child?"

"That kid?"

"That infant?"

"He's a shrimp!"

"He's a tiny little midget!"

"He's a dwarf among dwarves!"

"He's pint-sized!"

"He's a mini-micro chibi!"

"He's shorter than short!"

"He's got excellent hearing," Hawkeye stated.

The door crackled with alchemistic power, drawing everyone's attention, and detonated inward.

"…and he's been waiting outside the door for Lt. Colonel Mustang to return."

And to her horror, Hawkeye realized that Alphonse Elric was not in sight to keep his brother from committing homicide, and that the soldiers were going to get more than the small scare that she thought they would receive.

She looked from the soldiers, who were only now realizing the awesome power that had been turned against them, to Full Metal, who's face couldn't bee seen, but the fact that he seemed to be absorbing light and standing in a aura of Evil Darkness© was probably not a good sign.

Right. I can find Alphonse, or I can try to stop Edward.


The men screamed. Cages sprung up in moments.


Alphonse should be right down the hall…


"Riza, I asked what the hell was going OH SWEET SON OF A MONKEY'S ASS, WHAT IS THAT? AND WHY IS IT IN MY OFFICE?"

'That' burbled and waved an appendage in Mustang's general direction.

Al had stopped screaming, though he was now huddled in the corner and whimpering. Hawkeye suspected that he would be crying, if he were capable of doing so.

"That, sir, is two of the three-"

"Colonel Mustang!" bellowed Major Armstrong, thundering his way into the office. "I heard screamOH DEAR CHRIST ON A CRUTCH AAAIIIIEEEE!"

And thus the muscled Major joined Al in the corner.


"Sir," Riza Hawkeye tried again, "these are-"

Lieutenant Havoc shot into the office at the ready, his loyalty to Lt. Col. Mustang ready to be proven by any means, even if it meant killing whoever or whatever was in his superior's office with his bare hands if necessary, even if it was a homunculus, or a chimera, or a "OH GOD MY EYES, SOMEBODY GIVE ME SOMETHING TO CARVE OUT MY EYES!"

This is getting way out of hand, Hawkeye thought to herself, as Mustang tried to hold in whatever he had for lunch by raw force of will.

"This, sir is-"


"-two of the three-"

"whimper whimper whimper"

"-new soldiers who insulted-"

"I'm not going to throw up, no I'm not…"

"-Edward Elric-"

"burble gurgle snort"

"-and here is a list-"

"don'tlookitcan'thurtme don'tlookitcan'thurtme don'tlookitcan'thurtme"

"-of the things they called him."

Keeping his back the don'tlookitcan'thurtme thing that probably used to be human MY EYES Roy Mustang took the list whimper whimper and gave it a look.

His color and demeanor returned instantly.

"They got off lightly."

"Yes sir."

"Where's the third?"


"I believe he escaped."

"Any sign of him or Full Metal?"



"Never mind, I can hear that Edward is still in pursuit. I'll get my gloves, and see what I can do. Please try to do something with the others, would you? I'll alert the medics." Mustang quickly jumped to his desk and phoned the infirmary.

Riza Hawkeye sighed, and tried to start with the least traumatized figure in the form of Alphonse, who was at least not talking to himself or looking to inflict bodily harm.

"Alphonse, it's ok, nothing can hurt you here…"

"Burble gurgle"


A slight whoosh and a little warmth on her back let Lt. Hawkeye know that her commander was off of the phone, and had located his gloves.

"I'll return soon!" he promised, and vanished out the door.

"Come on now, Alphonse, just don't look, and we can leave, ok?"


Wait a second… Hawkeye whirled around.

Mustang-taicho never took off his gloves.

And there was a suspicious pile of ash where his untouched paperwork had been.


Eh, trying to get in the mood to work on Demon's Contract, and got this instead.