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Tardy- A drabble Fandom:Fulmetal Alchemist, which I don't own. Rating: T for language Summary:Ed realizes how he feels about Roy...to some degree. Pairing:(onesided?)royed Notes: There may be more to this. Tell me if you'd like a continuation and I'll try not to disappoint. Ed checked his pocketwatch for the third time, and breathed out an involuntary sigh of relief. He'd just make it on time if he kept his pace. Not that he really gave a damn about being late where it concerned the colonel, he'd make any excuse to see his face as little as possible. No, it was Hawkeye Ed was in a hurry to please, only because when she gave him her usual lecture about being prompt after the last time, she'd had her hand over her holster in a very threatening way, and he did not particularly care to get a gunshot wound. He'd just rounded the corner, within sight of headquarters, when he heard a familiar voice behind him, calling. "Hey, Fullmetal." A black, military issue car pulled up alongside him. The front windows were up but he saw Havoc grin at him from the drivers seat, and point to the back. Dreading this, already knowing who it was, Ed turned and met eyes with Roy Mustang. It was then, that two things happened. First, the usual and expected response. His fists clenched, he grit his teeth, and thoughts like 'total fucking bastard' and 'lazy ass hypocrite' flitted through his mind, all without making real eye contact. But then he did. He looked right into Mustang's eyes, and then it happened. His breath caught in his chest. His mind stopped working. He...could...feel...himself....blushing. And his heart was racing. "Well, are you going to get in, or aren't you? I took an early lunch today. No sense in walking if we're not even there yet. Besides, you're already late." Ed's heart stilled with the thought of his tardiness. "Hawkeye's going to fucking kill me..." Roy actually laughed, and Ed could feel the blush deepening. His throat was dry, but he swallowed. He averted his eyes to the ground for a second, but he'd rather look a little embarrassed than humble, so he looked back up. "I doubt that. Get in already, you're making us both late." "N-" Ed was horrified at the concept of sitting with this man. For one, he fucking hated the stuck up prick, and another, he was having some weird reaction to said prick, which, if studied on for too long, would definitely be noticed. He clenched his fists even tighter reminding himself that he hated this man. "No fucking way am I getting in there with you, Mustang." "You really hate me that much, huh?" Mustang's tone was supposed to be mocking, but there was something just beneath the surface of it that sounded vulnerable. Maybe that was intentional, maybe not. Either way, it wasn't helping.
He opened the car door and leaned out a little, just inches from Ed "You'd rather walk then get into this comfy, leather upholstered military issue vehicle? It's a long walk from here..." Roy raised an eyebrow at him "Do you really want to face the consequences?" My god...Ed thought he's...he's hot. I am actually looking at Roy fucking Mustang, and finding him attractive. This is so weird...
"Ed?" Ed snapped out of his reverie at the sound of Roy's voice saying his name. "Something wrong?" Ed shook his head, sighed, and muttered "All right, Mustang, scoot over." Roy grinned and Ed's heart started pounding again, though his brain was throbbing from restricting his impulse to punch Mustang's insanely perfect teeth in. He climbed in and propped himself up against the door once he closed it, keeping as much distance from himself and that man as possible. "You look as though your going to bolt for the building as soon as the car stops." Mustang noted. "I am. If I am even one second late Hawkeye will shoot me." "We're in the same boat, kid..." Roy said, leaning back and sighing "And you don't see me all tense. But maybe thats not it? Maybe you need a massage.." "You lay a finger on me and I'll transmute you into a fucking paperwieght." Roy laughed and Ed grit his teeth "No...god, no. But there's this great spa, assuming you'll be in town, I could make you an appointment? It'll help with your posture, hell, I've heard some people get taller after massages."
"I'm going to ignore that, if only because the prospect of me going to a spa is so rediculous. I don't fucking have time to aleviate stress, Mustang. I have a very important mission to carry out, if you haven't forgotten."
"Of course not." Roy said quietly as they pulled up alongside the building "Well, here we are."
"ThanksfortherideHavoc!" Ed muttered as he pried the door open and sprinted for the building.
Roy and Havoc looked at one another warily. "Surely, he can't be that worried?" Mustang said.
"Maybe he just doesn't like you..." Havoc shrugged, twisting his cigarrette around in his mouth thoughtfully. "Or maybe....nah. That's just out of the question."
"What?"
"Nothing." Havoc shrugged "You'd better get in there before Hawkeye kills you."
They exchanged a worried glance before Roy laughed nervously "Yeah, right...."
Ed was standing in the doorway with Hawkeye right behind him. "You're late." Ed said, pure joy on his face.
"Sorry, Havoc was talking about something, and--" He stopped short as Riza took her gun from the holster and aimed it at him "Leiutenant, what--"
"Sir, you and Fullmetal get to your office. I want him prepped for his next mission and back out of here in twenty minutes, or there will be shots fired."
"ME?" Ed asked increduously "What did I-" He stopped as Riza turned her aim on him.
"Now." She ordered evenly.
Ed gulped "Yes, ma'am." and sprinted for the door, Mustang on his heels. He didn't think back on their awkward encounter until he and Al were on the train the next day, when he reached into his pocket to check the time and found a card.
"The hell?" He mumbled, and Al looked over his shoulder at it.
"Seems to be a business card for a spa."
"I know, but how the hell did it...AGH!" He buried is face in his hands.
"What's wrong?" Al asked.
Ed screamed into his hands a moment longer and then tossed the card to the other side of their compartment. "it's nothing. I don't know how it got in there without me knowing. Mustang's a fucking magician."
"The colonel gave you that card?" "Must have." Ed shrugged, crossing his arms and glaring at the card across the floor. "It's not important. Just a stupid prank."
He waited until Al wasn't looking, then jumped up swiped the card from the floor, and scrutenized both sides carefully. His eyes went wide and he blushed, shoving the card back into his pocket.
Mustang's home phone number was written on the other side. Tags: ed, fullmetal alchemist, havoc, onesided royed, riza, roy, royed, tardy, yaoi
Current Location: home
Current Mood:  chipper
Current Music: makedamnsure-taking back sunday
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Answerr....c'mon! (Totally stolen from ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) mustanginblue who stole it from </a></b></a> animanga_maniac ) 1) Who are you? 2) Are we friends? 3) When and how did we meet? 4) Would you kiss me? 5) Give me a nickname and explain why. 6) Describe me in 1 word. 7) What was your first impression of me? 8) Do you still think the same? 9) What reminds you of me? 10) If you could give me anything, what would it be? 11) How well do you know me? 12) Would you meet up with me? 13) Are you gonna put this in your journal and see what I say about you? |
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Let me start off by saying I really like the opening and closing sequences, though the opening doesn't make much sense to me right now. And I'm glad Paku and Rie have stuck through with the second installment. Though it was earlier reported that it was going to be a more manga-based version, but, of course, I can't tell the resemblance yet. The characters haven't changed much, to my relief, and despite my initial dislike of him, I've grown to like Roy's new VA. It's still the first episode, so it might take a while to gain the momentum it needs to be judged properly. I...liked the colors, they reminded me nothing of the original anime, but a little bit of the movie. All I can say is, I did enjoy the first episode and I hope it doesn't dissappoint me. On the other hand, I was really attatched to the series originally; it got me through a lot of bouts of insomnia, and I started altering my schedule so I could watch it on Adult Swim. I anticipate new episodes.
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"Ed, you okay in there?" Winry knocked softly on his door. He was sitting on the bed arms wrapped around his knees. His eyes were wide with fear, and, for the fisrt time in his life, there was no reason.
"Panic...Attack..." He gulped he'd had them before, of couse, what person with so much tragedy in his life wouldn't? But there had always been a trigger, something to shake him, remind him of his mother or the day they tried to bring her back or the day he woke up in Munich and thought his brother was dead...just something.
She opened the door, a glass of water in her hand, concern tinting her eyes. She handed him the glass. "What's wrong?"
He shrugged "I don't know. I just...couldn't breathe. " He took a long gulp of the water and sighed "Maybe I'm going crazy."
She smiled at him sadly, reached up and ruffled his hair. "No. Nothing...caused it though...?"
He looked at her tilting his head, thinking maybe he could love her if he tried...really, she loved him, in her eyes he could see it clearly but, for some reason, he ignored the oppertunities, he neverkissed her, never said those three damning words, because he couldn't feel them. He hated seeing her wait for him. She was so patient, and he was keeping her on a string by not just telling her...
"Ed?"
"Huh? Oh, um, I don't know... I was just sitting here, just reading and then..." He shook his head. "Look, Winry...I--"
"Maybe this isn't the best time to tell you, but...the colonel's here. Al left early this morning to pick him up at the station, remember?"
"That's not why he said he left, but yeah, I remember." He said grudgingly. "But Winry, listen, I--"
"You can tell me later.
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Roy cleared his throat, blotting out five minutes of silence, and spoke "Well, Fullmetal?" The absentminded younger man turned to face him "Huh?" "You arranged this meeting, if I'm correct. And if you did so just to stare at the wall-" "I didn't. I have something I need to say."
Roy sighed and leaned back in his chair "Are you quitting? Is that what this is about?"
Ed looked down at the ground and spoke softly, quietly, like each word was fragile. "Please...don't interrupt me....this is hard enough as it is."
That pretty much commanded Roy's attention "What's wrong?"
Ed ignored him "I don't want to resign, but if it comes to that, I understand. You know, after I got Al back and everything, I didn't really think I'd still be here, still working under you. There's not really a reason to. With my...abilities, a lot of jobs are open to me. Even so, we don't particularly need the money right now- a lot of what mom left us is still stashed away. Despite that, I've worked here for three years when it wasn't remotely necessary. And, honestly, I hate it most of the time, I talked to Al about quitting, and I couldn't come up with a good reason."
"So...you are resigning, aren't you...?"
"No." Ed said patiently. "I'm getting to that. So I sat around, just thinking for a few days, and I finally came to it. And, really, the reason was painfully obvious to anyone with an open mind. And, here's where I'm worried you'll fire me- it's you."
Roy blinked "Pardon?"
"You. Undoubtedly. I do my job and try to do it well, usually fail, have to come back and let you yell at me, and then fume about it for hours. At least, that's how it was before you got me this desk job, which I don't believe I ever thanked you for by the way."
"You didn't." "Okay, well, thanks. Anyway, now, I come in here, looking to start a fight every now and then, and fume about it for days. You're almost always on my mind, and I really can't believe it took me this long to say it. So, just to be clear, I'm pretty sure I'm in love with you, Roy Mustang." "I know." "WHAT?!?!" Ed yelled, cool facade gone "YOU KNEW?" "Yes. I think the more important question would be: who doesn't?" "Well, why did you let me go through all of that?" "How exactly would I have prodded you into saying it sooner? Hell, even I don't know when it started, but one day, everyone just looked at you, and they could tell. Just like that." Roy shrugged "Besides I wasn't entirely sure. And if I was wrong, if I had made the first move in error, this would be a complete mess." "So you're not going to fire me--wait...WHAT???" "As sudden as it was for you? That's how it was for me. One day, as you were walking out, I thought 'nice ass' and then it was all downhill from there. So, aside from barely knowing you and all- which, for time's sake, is merely semantics and can be easily remidied, I'm pretty sure I love you too. And, as far as I'm concerned, your job is safe. As for a relationship, we can work at that. Would you like to go to dinner with me tonight?" Ed swallowed "Like...a date?"
"Pretty much."
"Uh...yeah. Sure."
"Okay, then. I have another...an actual meeting to get to, so I'll walk you out."
Outside of Roy's office, his subbordinates sat at seperate desks, completing seperate tasks- except for Havoc, who was balancing a cigarette on his nose. Roy cleared his throat, immediately drawing attention, leaned down, and kissed Ed for a few minutes.
"Sorry our first kiss was public. I'll make it up to you." He whispered in Ed's ear, then stood up straight, turned to Havoc and said, "You owe me ten bucks."
He escorted Ed to the exit while all his subordinates, save for Havoc, got back to work without missing a beat.
Havoc stared open-mouthed at the doorway, finally finding his voice "NO WAY!!!"
"Get back to work." Hawkeye said, annoyed by his loud disbelief.
"Told you" Fury said.
"It was really obvious, Havoc. Honestly..." Mumbled Falman.
"Seriously" agreed Breda.
"But--" Havoc tried, but Breda threw a stapler at his head, missing by only a fraction.
"Get. Back. To. Work." Hawkeye cautioned again.
He did, and five minutes later, it was as if it had never happened in the first place.
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