Polarized// Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood *DISCONTINUED*

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"So..." She says, as they walk the halls, boots tapping on the polished floors. "How do you know Colonel Mustang?"

Ed thinks, a gloved hand scratching his messy blond hair. "Well, since I was 12, really. I joined the military when I was 12." He shrugged. "I don't like him though. He's a bastard."

Chuckling, Donnie's arms moved under the heavy brown paper parcel she was carrying. Perceptive blue eyes looked at the blonde, surveying his eyes that looked too wise for his age (and his height, she couldn't help but noticing), and the clothes with the tiniest hints of rips, a different texture to the rest of the... fancy ensemble he has going on there. Alchemically transmuted, by the looks of it.

"Here we are." Ed interrupted her thoughts, standing in front of the double mahogany doors. "My brother should be in her, so if you don't mind..." He says, knocking three times.

"Yes?" A disembodied masculine voice says, and Ed opens the door, grinning.

"Brother!" A high voice says, as the clatter of metal resounded around the room. Edward opened the door further to reveal Donnie, holding the package on her hip.

"Hey Chief, got a girl?" The same voice said, tapping a cigarette on an ash tray placed on his desk. Edward spluttered, turning beetroot red.

"W-what? No! She's delivering paperwork!" Ed exclaims. Donnie turns her head, and looks up.

Oh, there's someone wearing armour.

Wait what.

She looks at the armour again, the impossibly tall metal suit towering over her, and mostly Ed. Blinking, she looks around at the office, the fan around the lamp circling lazily, casting shadows in the corners of the light.

"Uhh, for Colonel Roy Mustang. Hakuro sends his regards." She told them, putting the parcel on Havoc's desk. "And I must be going now, so if you'll excuse me..."

The door connected to the left wall opened, and a man wearing the blue uniform came out, a pale hand dragged through his onyx hair.

"Ah! Fullmetal, what do we have here?" He turned, and grinned.

That face. How could Donnie ever forget that face? Fire. He's older, but still here, in that fucking military uniform and that stupid smirk. Fire. How can he be happy? After what he did? Fire.

"Sorry, Ed. I just remembered. I need to go." She said coldly, turning to face the door. "I don't know if we'll meet again."

Closing the door softly, Donnie sighed, walking quickly to the exit of this building. Everywhere, the uniforms were everywhere. Just another horrid reminder of that fucking time; the time she tried to lock out of her mind forever. Slowing down, Donnie looked out of the window, looking at the courtyard below filled with military personnel, mingling with each other and generally having a good time. Clenching her teeth, she carried on, making her way down the stairs and out into the open air.

Swallowing down bile she didn't realize that began to rise up in her throat, the girl jumped onto her parked motorcycle. Donnie needed to get away, tired of the fucking happy faces of the military. After what they did? She promised not to hold intense grudges at the fucking monsters, but the hate was spilling, overflowing out of her heart now, a boiling anger that manifested itself in her thoughts and actions, hate that she'd never forget.

Putting her foot to the pedal, Donnie sped off into the busy streets. She needs to go tell her boss that she finished the delivery, then go home. She needed time alone.

.

She slams the door of her small apartment shut. The dingy grey walls with cracked paint shudder as she enters, throwing her satchel onto the sofa of her one roomed apartment, taking herself into the bathroom. Turning the handle, the tap creaks with rust and aged iron, water splashing into the basin and down the drain, the gurgle not disturbing Donnie. Catching the water with her cupped hands, she throws it on her face and blinks, looking at the water falling down her face and into the whiteness below.

Putting her fingers up to her eyes, she blinks out her contacts, the blue discs resting on the tips of her brown fingers. With them, she looks like she could hail straight from somewhere like Liore, but without them...

She looks up into the dirty mirror, and under messy bangs of brown, she glares at herself with brilliant red eyes.

.

"What was her deal?" Havoc asks. Ed shrugs, looking at the door that her hand brushed over only moments before.

"Must've ran when she saw your mug, Mustang." Ed grins, looking over to Havoc blowing a plume of smoke which escaped through the high open arched window, escaping into the atmosphere.

"Who knows? Maybe you romanced her sister or something?" Jean suggested, tapping the cigarette onto the blackened ashtray.

"Or her mother." Edward murmurs, but Mustang's head snapped in his direction all the same, locking eyes with the foul-mouthed blond and narrowing them. Ed grins innocently, looking up at the ceiling fan. The Flame Alchemist huffed, standing up straight and opening the door to his office.

"Edward, with me." He ordered. Edward grumbled, following the taller man to his office. Mustang sat down by his desk as Ed sat on one of the guest chairs, crossing his legs on the darkened red seats.

"What is is, Colonel?" He asked, blowing a stray hair out of his face. The Colonel turns on his spinning chair, facing the large arched window behind him.

"Well, Fullmetal," He begins, and Ed can almost hear the smirk in his voice, "Because of your audacious actions in previous missions, you are on a temporary ban from missions."

Edward could feel the protest rising up in his throat. "W-what? What do you mean, I exposed the corrupted-"

"And, you also ruined half the city. It's only for 4 weeks, however." Mustang said, before turning around. He put his elbows on the desk, his hands interlocked just in front of his mouth. "But, Fullmetal?" He asked, as Ed turned around, surprised at the sudden change of tone in his voice, from mocking to stern.

"Huh?"

"This isn't just because of your actions in Liore, either. There's a murderer going around the country, killing state alchemists. Stay safe. I don't want any of my subordinates dying on me." He said, as Edward blinked.

"Oh. Okay, bastard. I'll keep a lookout." He said, standing up. "And, for the record, I don't want to be excluded from missions just because some alchemists died. I think I could take him on, no problem."

Mustang stayed silent.

"C'mon, Al. Lets go."