Welcome, minna-san, to It's Only Lust! This is another joint fic written by myself and a (different) friend of mine. Please regard us kindly!

Erin: Ok, Shrimp-boy, do your stuff!

Ed: Random shouts and phrases that cannot be understood by normal ears

Amanda: Elric, she meant the disclaimer.

Al: Fullmetal Alchemist and all related characters, locations, and objects are not owned by either of the fan fiction authors.

Erin: Cause if we did, we'd be freaking rich!

"Lt. Sakura Takahashi, what is the meaning of your tardiness?" asked Lt. Hawkeye as she stood up during Col. Mustang's lecture about the previous attacks in the camps. The younger girl, about 16 in age, was breathing heavily as she bent over her knees. A bag of documents hung off her shoulder as her white hair spilled in front of her eyes.

"Sorry...I'm...late," She managed between panting, "some crazy kid with blonde hair started chasing me when I commented how short the bike rack was!" She stood up straight and brushed her long white hair out of her face to reveal emerald green eyes.

Mustang and Lt. Hawkeye looked at each other and they both know who the tardy Lt. was talking about. However, just before Mustang could say something about it, Edward Elric burst into the room with Alphonse trying to hold him back from attacking the poor Lt. All Ed could do was rant and rave and scream that he wasn't short.

Sakura's eyes widened, "Wait a minute, you think I was talking about you, Blondie?"

"Yeah, every pokes fun at the little people and people like me! I DON'T LIKE IT!" Ed shouted betweens pants as Al put him down.

"I don't think she was talking about you brother..." Al said as he tried to apologize for his brother's behavior to Col. Mustang and Sakura.

Sakura sighed deeply, "I was talking about the stupid new bike rack they put in, not you, Blondie." She smiled at him, "You really should work on that temper of yours."

Once again Ed was off and running about his height, but Lt. Hawkeye dragged Edward out of the room by his ponytail and stuck him in a holding room until his temper cooled down. "Let's better make you think twice about taking your temper out on officer that were not commenting about your height Edward. It makes the Colonel look bad in front of the others and the new Lt. to this Headquarters...please stay out of trouble," Lt. Hawkeye said as she left Ed to cool down.

"Oh I don't mind his temper, it's just like how my brother Daisuke used to react when someone called him a 'big-muscular-dummy,' " She sat down in a seat and heaved a file onto the desk, "Now then, I understand that there have been a mass of murders in this area, am I right, Colonel Mustang?"

"Yes, Lt. Sakura, what do you have for us on the situation at the camps?" Col. Mustang asked as he sat back and Lt. Hawkeye walked back in and sat down by the Colonel's side to continue the meeting...

"All I can offer you right now are theories, Colonel Mustang, and many of them would sound too preposterous to even be considered. If I had a little time here, I could more than likely come up with correct assumption on this case." Lt. Sakura stated, leaning back in her chair and rubbing her temples as she looked at the Colonel.

"Then you shall have it, but I suggest that you steer clear of the texts surrounding Lab. 5 in Central...we recently...faced problems surrounding the laboratory," Mustang said as he diverted his eyes and sat back in his chair and hid his face from Lt. Sakura. Lt. Hawkeye escorted Lt. Sakura from the room and sent her on way so she could do her work.

Sakura walked steadily out of the network of HQ and through the city, to the outskirts of one of the refugee camps that she had sited as a possible next on the killer's list. She efficiently worked her way in as a doctor for them, and began treating the Ishbalans, bidding her time till the killer came to take them.

Meanwhile in HQ, Colonel Mustang slumped back into his chair. "Nothing but theories..." he muttered softly, staring at the ceiling.

"I know sir, but why did you tell her about the Lab 5 documents...you know those are strictly confidential...ever since...Brigadier General Maes Hughes' death. And do you think sending her to an Ishbalan camp is the right thing?" Lt. Hawkeye asked as she sat on the edge of the Colonel's desk and watched him rub his eyes. She could tell he had been crying previous to dismissing the men from the room and cutting the conference short and she knew how much it pained him to bring up memories of Hughes...telling her about the documents was painful enough. She knew that Sakura was like a sister to the Colonel; a sister the Colonel never knew.

"Lt., even if I didn't tell her about the documents, or if I forbade her from the camps, she'd find a way around them and do it anyway." He smiled softly, rubbing his eyes again, "She just doesn't do well with control. She'd know I was holding something back and would search for it. This way, I don't fell like a worm in the mud when she comes up to me with the documents."

"I know you wouldn't allow any harm to come to her, but the resistance to authority she is showing to you, doesn't she remind you of someone?" Lt. Hawkeye said as she looked down to the floor. "Sir, if you allow to her go on mission like the one she is on now, what will you do to protect her if something were to happen to her out there in the camps?" Lt. Hawkeye said with fear in her voice, "With a possible murderer on the loose, I'm not counting Scar out as a suspect, but what if there is something more to the deaths in the camps then just murdering Ishbalans that are out in the mountain areas of our country?"

Colonel Mustang smiled. "I have complete faith in her Lt. She's actually catching up to you in her marksmanship, and she can handle a sword like no one I've ever seen. She can handle herself. Besides, if I sent someone to guard her, things could get sticky and end up they way we were trying to prevent." He rocked his chair onto the back two legs, "She does, however, remind me of a certain shrimp boy we all know." He called, loud enough for Ed to hear him.

Ed heard the nickname and banged on door of the room that he was stashed in, but Lt. Hawkeye disregarded the rantings as she watched the Colonel rocking back and forth in his chair, "Sir, be careful, that chair may not hold the strain that you are putting on it," Lt. Hawkeye said as she moved off the Colonel's desk and towards her desk in the room and gathered some papers.

Awwww, I'll be fine, Lt. Hawkeye," he commented as the chair's legs broke under him, sending him crashing to the floor and impaling his rear on one of the remaining legs, causing him to scream in pain.

"I warned you sir," Lt. Hawkeye said as she threw the papers back on her desk and ran to the Colonel and helped to remove the impaled piece from the Colonel's bruised ego butt.

"Owwwwww, owwwwww, be careful." he cringed as she wiggled it around to loosen it from his sore bum.

"Sit...still!" Lt. Hawkeye said as she yanked the piece of broken wood from his butt and threw the piece in the trash, "Next time I suggest that you don't do that...don't do it sir."

He looked back at her, eyes sparkling, "But if I don't, then I don't get to have you help me to the infirmary."

Lt. Hawkeye grabbed the Colonel up off the floor and said into his face through gritted teeth, "I helped you take the piece of wood out, don't except me to help you further, sir!" Lt. Hawkeye said as she threw the Colonel into the wall and left the room in a huff. "Forgot my paperwork," Lt. Hawkeye said as she grabbed the papers then slammed the door once more. Colonel Mustang was now sitting on the floor with x-crossed eyes from the concussion on the back of his head and the pain in his butt.

"What did I do to deserve that?" Mustang mumbled as he sat on the floor in pain.