I am sorry! I'm sure with the amount of stuff I've been typing up lately everyone must be getting sick of me : ). I've now finished my exams so I've got a lot of free time (two weeks agh!) so I'll probably be typing up a lot more than usual. I'm going to be home alone, take piiiiity! XD
This just kind of popped into my head and shouldn't affect the writing of Fullmetal Fun (is writing lots of stories at the same time a bad thing??).
Anyway...hope you enjoy and please review! I had so much fun writing this I'd like to know if you had fun reading it too!
I hold no rights over Fullmetal Alchemist or any of its characters.
Thoughts italics in '' e.g 'Oh...my...God...'
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Edward Elric ran, the harsh claps of his footfall's echoing through military command's hallways, stunning hapless passers by.
'I'm going to be late! I'm going to be late!'
Out of all the days he could have overslept it had to be today...not that Fullmetal had ever been known for his excellent fortune. Edward was traditionally unlucky, his brother being stuck in a suit of armour and him having lost two of his limbs was proof of that. Oversleeping today was probably Fate yet again giving Fullmetal another good slap, which apparently was one of her favourite pass-times.
Glancing at his watch Ed's eyebrows shot up in horror and he swiftly quickened his pace.
Five minutes to nine...
For some unfathomable reason Mustang had been really pissy with Edward lately.
It was as if the man was going out of his way to make Ed hate him!
Any minor infraction of some long forgotten military code would mean instant punishment. For example, Fullmetal had spent the whole of last Saturday cleaning all (literally all)the urinals in the central building because apparently Ed's shoelaces weren't tied according to military regulation. SHOELACES!! All the urinals in central for shoelaces!!
Ed was so desperate to get to this nine o'clock meeting on time because if the colonel could ditch him on urinal duty for shoelaces, what would Ed be made to do if he was late?! The possibilities were endless...Fullmetal wasn't sure if public flaying was now illegal but he wouldn't put it past Mustang...that man was a tyrant...
Ed suddenly found himself caught up in thoughts about the colonel. 'It's not as if he's that bad,' a little voice in the eighteen year olds mind began 'You'd happily scrub all the urinals in AMETRIS if it got him to look at you the way he does sometimes...'
This was too much for the blonde. He was having enough trouble stressing over being late, let alone over his completely irrational attraction for a certain dark haired colonel. Swiftly shutting up any troublesome romantically inclined thoughts he continued to run, praying that his watch wasn't slow.
Two minutes to go...
'At this rate I'm never going to make it on time!' the Elric desperately thought.
It was time for drastic measures...
The boots were going to have to go.
They were the Jurassic stereotypical military issue boot that people have trouble walking, let alone running in. The army for some reason felt it necessary to force these torture devices of footwear upon all their hapless troops. At the moment they were seriously impeding Ed's speed and he hoped that without them he might just make it on time...
Pausing for a few precious moments he wrestled with the boots, fighting to get them off. After ten seconds of frantic struggling Fullmetal's feet were finally liberated. Ready for action!
He set off again, ignoring the shocked looks from military personnel. Admittedly they had cause to be surprised, it's not every day you see one of the nation's most esteemed alchemists run amok in a pair of rather fetching navy blue socks.
One minute left...
He was going to make it!
Edward couldn't believe how much faster he could run without the boots! If he'd known before he would have made a point of coming with no shoes on! Socks rule! It was because of them that he was going to be saved from whatever torment the colonel would have conjured up for him.
Thirty seconds...
He could see the door! If he could just keep up the speed he was going to arrive with time to spare!
'You'll not get me this time Mustang...' Ed thought with a smug grin, putting the last of his energy into the final spurt, wanting to arrive with a bang.
What is it they say..? Be careful what you wish for? Edward was going to arrive with a bang, although it wasn't going to be quite the sort he had expected..
Pelting through the door with a triumphant "SAFE!", clock just clicking to nine, Fullmetal remembered two important facts. Very important facts.
Military command's floors were highly polished.
He was wearing only socks, somewhat lacking in the helpful grip department that shoes are known to provide.
This was a bad combination.
He couldn't stop! Ed was unable to prevent himself from skimming across the office floor, still at high speed, socks making a comical squeaking noise as he went.
The shocked open mouthed faces of Havoc and Rizza flew past him as he skid down the centre of the room, headed on a direct course to Mustang's desk, complete with stunned Mustang seated behind it.
He was going to crash! Right into colonel bastard's solid oak bloody desk! This was going to hurt!
Yes, Edward Elric certainly did arrive with a bang, or, rather, with a skiiiiiiiid, a WHAM, and a "WHAT THE HELL HAVE YOU DONE TO MY DESK?!"
Just before he lost consciousness, feeling a sharp pain in his ankle, Ed wondered whether he was going to be in trouble for this...
To be continued.
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What do you think? Perhaps I have finally learnt the art of the true cliff-hanger...
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Oh! I have also got my own laptop back. YES! I'd forgotten how nice it is to type on a keyboard you don't have to pummel...
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