Same, But Different (A Fullmetal Alchemist fan-fic)

Meeting With Him

Eclair's POV

Roy Mustang.

No, sorry, let me try that again.

 Colonial Mustang.

The man I despise the most.

He makes me mad. That's as far as I'm gonna get before I start to rant and spin so far out of control that all of central collapses into a fiery inferno and soon the whole place explodes and then the wold is taken over by dinosaurs and the earth's rotation is reversed.

Ah well, guess I have to explain myself now because now you're probably wondering why he makes me mad..and why I hate him so much that I plan to turn back time.

The Colonial always compares me to yours truly, the Fullmetal Alchemist.

Let me set this straight before you get any more ideas: I am who I am. Fullmetal? He is who he is. I don't know much about him, and I couldn't care less. We're two different people. WE'RE NOT EVEN THE SAME GENDER!

Sorry for getting outta hand. Point being, I can't STAND it when people are like 'oh, she's so much like him' and 'oh he's so much like her' and all that jazz. CAN'T YOU PEOPLE GET THE GOD CONCEPT THAT I'M NOT HIM?!?!?! I HAVEN'T EVEN MET HIM!

True there. I haven't met him. I've seen pictures, lots of stuff in the newspaper. I'm never in it. Something the further told me about 'you can't blow your cover'. I don't know what he means by that. I don't have a cover. All I am right now is all that I am.

But then again, I don't think people get the concept of personal space....or the concept of MY personal space....

I walk into the building where his office was...or well, I kinda barged in. I bit my lip, stomping my feet all the way there. I growled too. See, the thing is, I kinda have a short temper and a rage. You've probably already figured out that by now without me telling you....

I passed by Riza...I mean Lieutenant Hawkeye. However she halted me on the spot. She seemed in a cheerful mood for the day, surprising, since I don't know how anyone could be in a good mood when they work next to him.

I was just about to push open the doors to his office when Riza spoke up, "I'd not go in there if I were you."

"I'd not want to go in there either, but some people aren't in a good mood this morning." I kept a bold knife beneath my coat on my right side. I usually thrusted my hand down to it, or I would before the 'accident' happened. But I'll get to that later.

This knife had a single main purpose. It was the knife I mainly used for fixing things that went broken. That, and un-jamming doors of course.

I didn't wanna go see the Colonial, but some people wanna get out of the area faster so they can be away from him. Like me. I hate being in the same area as him, or even breathing the same air as him.

"Well I wanna get out of here, so I'm going in," I finally spoke again, countering my first statement. I drew the dagger and slid it between the doors, unlocking them rapidly and quickly.

Okay, you got me.

I might have slightly enhanced the blade with alchemy before entering the building...

Hawkeye tried to stop me, but she was too late when I flung open the doors by kicking them in, because why not? It's fun kicking in doors.

I now knew why she tried to stop me.

From seeing some unpleasant sights.

The Colonial and The Fullmetal Alchemist arguing.

I lower my leg, putting my dagger away before someone confiscated it again.

"Oh you're here early..." the Colonial trailed off, unknowing what to say next. He didn't know my name because he always called me Halfmetal. That name—when he says it—annoys me to no end.

I put my hands on my waist, "So I am. Gotta' problem with that? 'Cause I just wanna get out of here earlier!"

The Fullmetal Alchemist just looks at me. He gives me one of those looks that ask so, are you another one of his lame girlfriends?

The Colonial tries to make excuses, "Well I've gotta finish talking to—"

"Well NOW you can talk to Fullmetal WITH me because right now I'm mad. And When Halfmetal's Mad, shit goes down. And when shit goes down, nothing is pretty."

He rolls his eyes turning his attention away from Fullmetal, "What is it now, Halfmetal?"

"When I should've been resting, I was out being chased by a mad-man who I ended up chasing because he wanted me DEAD!" I shouted, "So WHY didn't you assign him to anyone?! Huh?! Because I'm NOT gonna do all your dirty work for you, just because you're to lazy to get off your ass and do it YOURSELF!"

"So you have this problem too," Ed says in a low tone. That only lasted a second before the ranting continued. He jumped up from his spot on the chair he lounged annoyed in. "SO DO YOU DO THIS TO ALL THE PEOPLE AROUND HERE?!"

"Yeah! I've HAD IT UP TO HERE!" I raise my hand above my head.

Our ranting must have been getting out of hand, "Why don't we take this outside?" The Colonial suggests calmly, picking up his gloves out of the top drawer of his desk before walking out of the room. Probably to get some place set up to hold me captive again...I'll explain that later...

"Where's your transmutation circles?" Ed asks me, taking a good look at me. Body build up of a gymnist, but seemed like a man due to the men's clothes I wore so I could move around easily in. My gloves had no marking on it. Just blank black gloves, since my white ones tore. The room started to feel more stuffy.

"I-I don't need them," I stutter at first, forcing on a smile. I looked at Fullmetal. I guess I should've introduced myself.

I walk over, extending my right hand, "I'm Eclair. Eclair Elanie. The Halfmetal Alchemist."

"The Fullmetal Alchemist, Edward Elric," I shook his hand, gasping. It was metal. We both reacted looking at each other.

"Y-You're hand...it's metal!" I exclaimed. He looks at me weird.

Edward stumbles as his eyes widen, "H-how'd you know that?!"

I think quickly to disguise my secrets, "I-I don't know...just a wild guess?" I know for my reasons.

"What did you do?" He jumps to conclusions. Like I'd tell some stranger my personal life!

"Something I did. Now can I just go and beat the crap outta the Colonial so I can get outta here?" I sigh, "I mean I really wanna get outta here. I don't like being in central for long."

If only I stayed quiet about my observations, "But what did you lose?" He asked. Couldn't he see I didn't like to be aggravated?

I close my eyes before I outraged again, "I'll leave that for you to find out, and me to keep to myself." I walk out of the room, trying to hold my pride up. Gosh, for being about my age, he was very stubborn.