Fireflies (FullMetal Alchemist fanfiction)

☾The Meeting☽

Kiomi's POV

It's cold and I'm awkwardly sitting on a train hiding under an unnecessary white veil for a ''cover''. Mr. Havoc had suggested I take the precaution on the way to Central city in case we are spotted or any one suspects anything. So now I'm dressed and have to parade in some silly dress and veil to hide my appearance. It's quite a good thing we were in the enclosed cars , because I'm pretty sure if we had been sitting in the other car of the train, I might just be dead by then. Or possibly on the run so I don't end up dead. Damn, curse people and their stereotypical asses! Though besides the part of having to parade around as some elegant frilly woman I bet I better explain why I trusted Mr. Havoc.

Yes, at first I had not the slightest bit of trust in him when he decided to waltz up to the tent I had taken the capacity of. It struck me as weird and maybe even some kind of trick that was being pulled to scare me. Then I was told of the news that I had been sent to central for my father and a man by the name of Colonel Mustang. Mr. Havoc had even offered me a good amount of money if the other two deals hadn't been enough for me. Of course I denied the money and went in fact of my father. Although I wasn't going to go into contact with him. I made Major Havoc promise me he would not tell my father I was even in or going to be in Central. He has kept up to his promise so far but I can't let my guard off yet.

Taking this offer was a way for me to think of how to start over again. Being as I was ready to leave the slums I hadn't yet thought of a place to go. Thanks to the generosity of being offered the job I now had something to do on my hands. I was sincerely glad for this. I can't stand when I have nothing to do.

I sighed as I had sat across from Mr. Havoc. It's only a few more minutes until we arrive but it feels as if it will take years for the train to come to a stop. I was getting slightly more nervous that my cover would be blown and instead of saying hello to the supposed Colonel I'd be saying hello to the bullet of someones gun.

''You don't have to be so nervous kid. We'll get you in there unnoticed alright?'' Mr. Havoc had reassured me as he must have seen my sour and green expression. All I could do was nod and take a deep breath.

Suddenly the door to the train car opened and a military truck had been sitting in front of it. Mr. Havoc had led me to step inside the truck and then his men followed and we were all crammed in as the truck began to drive.

''Thanks Hawkeye , the girl was getting more nervous by the moment.''

''It was nothing to it Havoc. Anything I can do for Kiomi?''

I stared silently as I watched Mr. Havoc converse with a very beautiful blonde haired women in the drivers seat. She seemed familiar. I wonder if I'd met her somewhere before? Maybe she knew or knows my father..? I wouldn't be surprised my father was friends with anyone in the military especially women.

''No but I do think you could drive faster.'' Havoc grumbled as he lit a cigarette and sat back against the trucks wall crossing his legs as if at home.

I sighed and held my arms in silence until we made it to a stop every one got out of the truck and then Hawkeye, who's name I found out was Riza happened to hand me clothes to change into so I didn't have to parade in a wedding gown practically. I quickly closed the truck door and slipped out of the dress and into the long pants and white button up shirt I'd been given. I then take my brown hair into a ponytail and then hopped out of the truck feeling much more comfortable.

''Thank you.'' I whispered to Riza as we began to walk into the building. I made sure to stray from staring at anyone else that was in the building so I wasn't noticed.

''No problem. Your father helped mine before he passed away it was the least I could do.'' She gave me a slight smile and then went back to a blank expression. I tried to do the same except my fingers twitched causing me to want to bite my lip. Conversing with Ishvalans who were scared of me was one thing, but conversing with people I'd probably only met once or never at all was another.