I knew I could pass the Alchemy exam. It was simple for me... of course it was. I'm a freak. Ramen Miso... the freak. Oh well, Now I'm a State Alchemist ,something I thought I'd never become. I've even got one of those stupid Alchemy amplifying watches too...

 

"Mrs. Smith!" Colonel Mustang turned to me.
"It's Miss Miso! Get it right Mustang! I never married that man and you know that!" I clenched my fist.
"I don't believe I gave you permission to speak, Ramen Miso... You are to obey every order I give you. This is a dangerous job and there are no room for mistakes! Have I made myself clear?"
"Yes sir..."
Colonel Mustang handed me a piece of paper that said "room 13"
"Since you don't have a home ,and you seem to be incapable with finding one nearby, the military will be providing you with a room in this very building. Our visitor from Central Lutenaint Armstrong will be escorting you to you room," The Cernal finished just as the blond haired brute known as Lutenaint Armstrong came and picked up both my large suit cases.
"Follow me!" The sparkles around his head reflected off his eyes as he walked down the hallway with me.
"Permission to speak Lutenaint?" I asked.
"Go ahead."
"If those bags are heavy I could help-"
"NONSENCE! The abbility to carry large bags was passed down the Armstrong Family for many generations! Why my farther won many trophies fo-"
"Oh Look! We're here! Room 13!" I interupted.
"Here are your keys," Armstrong handed me the metal keys.
"Thankyou Lutenaint," I said as I unlocked the door and waked inside.
"Would you like help unpacking?" He offered.
"N-No thankyou,"
"Are you sure the art of unpacking has been passed down the Armsto-"
I slammed the door on his face. I started unpacking my clothes.
Clothes was pretty much all I had exept for my picture of him.
I spent what felt like forever staring at that picture, that is until I got a know at the door.
I answered it.
It was Lutenaint Armstrong.
Oh no...
"Colonel Mustang would like to see you in his office right away," Armstrong took me to Mustangs office. When we got there Armstrong opened the door for me. I walked in, Armstrong didn't.
"Take a seat Left-Handed Alchemist," Mustang said from his comfy leather seat.
"Left-handed Alchemist?" I asked.
"I didn't quite hear you, Miso. Did you ask for permission to speak?" he leaned on the table and smirked.
Permission to bite you head off?
"grrrr... Permission to Speak?" I gritted my teeth.
"Go ahead,"
"Left-handed Alchemist?" I asked again.
"Well you do have automail on your left hand. I have your first assignment. It's harder than what I would've given you on your first day but I've got direct orders. So I want to make it clear, No distractions! Forget all about your little boyfriend. Did I make Myself Clear!?"
This guy is really asking for it!
"Yes Sir!"
"Ok," he started....