I havent written a story with an actual plot in a while, but I have some drabbles. Im working on this as we speak. I do not own FMA, nor none of its characters, but I own my own characters and the plot. This will be fun fun fun!
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Chapter 1

The sun had begun to dry up the near and actual streams that had resulted from the latest downpour. Just like the weather personalities to mis-forecast the actual rainfall amounts. They said one to two inches, possibly, tops. More like eight, twelve in certain puddles. It had been almost three days since it rained and the streets were still soaked. For the past three days, the sky looked like it had wanted to try and rain again. Yet, finally, the sun decided to rear its head and try to dry the drowned streets of Central.

Now, after a rain like that, who would want to sit on a park bench when there were perfectly good curbs?

A faint pitter-patter began getting louder and louder. Of course, the occasional splash was to be expected. And Ignored. Perfect temperature, not too much wind, little humidity, it was a freaking meteorological heaven. There was nothing that could possibly make this day better. Except getting splashed in the face from the biggest puddle in the proximity. That did not just happen. The footsteps stopped, with the addition of a much lesser splash. That did not matter. But, no, did that seriously just happen?

The rain water dripping from eyelashes would make it hard for anyone to see, and this made it difficult to see the source of the mini-tsunami. Unbelievable. "Unbe-freaking-lieveable." Mumbling came from the side on which the footsteps had passed. Looking down, the notes that lay in lap seemed to be completely soaked. Unreadable and ruined, with no way of recovering them. Damn.

Turning to the source, a small figure in a red coat was blurred by the water that was still intertwined in my eyelashes. That figure was beginning to getting smaller and smaller as it moved away in the directions that the footsteps had been moving.

Just a perfect day.

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After learning from previous misfortunes, sitting on a bench seemed to be the best choice I could make. After all, he was NOT going to let me do something like that again...

[flashback]
"Pleeeeeease. Just look. Ruined." The soggy notebook she held between them still dripped dark ink blots. He backed away in disgust as the black drip fell on his freshly ironed blue pants. He slowly closed his eyes in annoyance. Turning away from her, he walked towards his desk, opened the drawer in order to retrieve a set of keys. He walked past her towards the door, opening it, leaving her slightly confused.

"You can't tell anyone, let's go." Appreciation was an understatement to the feeling she had for him right now. Yet, if she said anything, he would simply reply with a grunt. So instead she imagined him returning her gratefulness with some kind of positive reply. It was a good thing.

Of course after near half an hour of begging, the thing that would turn him would be a stain. Oh well, got what was wanted, needed, and all that was cared about.
[endflashback]

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There was all that I needed to know in front of me, but I couldn't take it. I had to do this on my own, even if that meant failing. Which it did mean once in the past already. It wasn't that I wasn't thankful that he possibly risked his entire life to help me. Those classes he sent me to were taught by the devil himself. The monotonous, long winded, Harry Potter glasses wearing devil. Sitting in this little corner would seriously drive me crazy, so I decided to take a walk. I took all of my things, leaving all of the military books behind.
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Yeah, I know this was a little slow, but stay with me and I trust it will get better!

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