First Impressions are Key--fanfic
Title: First Impressions Are Key
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist; unofficial Recasted Series
Rating: G
Notes: First contribution here, and hopefully not my last.
Summary: Lt. Colonel Jason Hughes *cough*Greed*cough* makes a mortal enemy of the Fullmetal Alchemist *cough*Envy*cough*. ^______^
Disclaimer: I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist, or the Recasted Series.
Cher filled him in on the Elrics: their genius in alchemy, their youth, the failed human transmutation of their childhood friend, their bitch of a mother who disowned them, and how she'd be taking care of them as their full-time guardian. Jason had really stared at his friend then, but simply shrugged and settled back into his chair, listening to her continue; yet he wondered how the Elrics played into her plan to become Fuhrer; clearly, good points would be earned, having beefed up the ranks of the State Alchemists with such raw talent, especially after the draining effects of the damn civil war. (Hands unconsciously clench around dangling glasses as memories of drink and blood and desolate obsidian eyes swirl around, but in a minute it subsides, and the hands are lax once more.) Although, Jason sensed this wasn't just a powerplay on Cher's part; he could see that an attachment was growing, as if the guardianship wasn't clear enough.
Yes, all in all, Flame had told everything Jason needed to know.
"Hello Ms. Fullmetal."
As Fullmetal shrieked and Maximillian "Moofy" restrained him, Lt. Colonel Jason Hughes stared at the Flame Alchemist with a bland expression in his slitted eyes, a sweatdrop forming as she smiled ever-so innocently at him; damn woman told him the kid was a girl, and how the hell was he to question it when he had functioning eyeballs....