“Who invited Mr. Clean?” Haruko mumbled as a giant bald man walked in front of her and Ed. He was wearing a blur military uniform that clung to his massive chest like a second skin. Haruko had seen bigger men before, but this guy was still pretty large.

“Thank you Major Armstrong, I can take it from here.” Another man in a blur uniform stepped out from behind the large mans shadow. He wasn’t as tall and wore white gloves and had an arrogant smirk on his face. Haruko narrowed her eyes at the man, she could see a lot of herself in him and that didn’t sit well with her. If he was half as manipulating, cunning and self-centered as her, then she may have a problem on her hands.

“I can’t believe you Fullmetal, attacking a woman and such a beautiful woman at that. I Colonel Roy Mustang, the flame alchemist will not have my military displayed as punks,” he said charismatically. Haruko rolled her eyes at the convoluting actions of the man. If he thought she was going to swoon over him because he called her beautiful, then he had another thing coming.

“But she…” Ed screamed, furious that his fight had been halted. Mustang raised his hand to stop Ed and gave him a patronizing look.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, it shames our military when one of our own resorts to such barbaric and ill-mannered actions. But I suppose it should be expected from such a child. Now you my lady, I hope you can forgive the actions of my fellow Alchemist and allow me to accompany you on a date or if you wish, we can skip strait to the end and head to my apartment in Central.” Ed gritted his teeth at the child remark and Haruko gritted hers at the attempt at flirting from the colonel. Although Ed would remain impassive because Mustang was his head officer, Haruko had no quarrels about hurting the pompoms man.

After a minute of constant kicking, punching, biting and guitar shots, a very hurt Colonel Roy Mustang lay motionless on the floor. Haruko dusted off her hands and pulled the Headstock of her guitar out from between Roy’s buttocks. Ed nodded his head in approval taking note of certain techniques he could use later if he ever got into a fight with the Colonel. Al had found his head again and was securing it back onto his shoulders. He had missed the fight, but had heard the high-pitched screams when Haruko gave the colonel a low blow. Armstrong was frozen where he stood; shocked that such a tiny woman could through such hard punches. She must have been a decedent of the Armstrong clan for sure. Across the restaurant, an fuming Gene handed Washu a hand full of Wong.

“How’d you know the other guy was going to jump in and get his ass handed to him?” Washu smiled slyly and counted her money.

“I have my ways.” With her money counted, Washu teleported back to her lab. She still had Tenchi tied down and in need of some experimenting.

“Well that was fun, but I think that’s enough ass kicking for one afternoon,” Haruko sighed and returned to the table where Nami and Natsumi were eyeing her warily. Her techniques in the fight had made both girls nauseous. Who would of guessed that a foot could turn that way?

“Hey have you seen Naota?” Haruko asked the terrified girls and they shook their heads rapidly. Frowning Haruko started walking around the restaurant looking for Naota.

“Hey baby, you looking for the little kid you came in with?” Gene said, unmindful of the fight that had just taken place.

“Yah,” Haruko said warily, she was starting to get worried about Naota. She had always known where he was but something was blocking her connection with him.

“I saw some chick in a black dress and a tattoo above her cleavage grad him into the kitchen.” Across the room, Ed perked up at hearing the description the man had given. He grimaced and followed Haruko as she ran into the kitchen and opened up the cold storage.