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A/n: Dear readers -- I don't think I will update this one..But I will post more stuff like this..
Title: Self Righteous Bastard
He had often wondered what it was like to be in the presence of the great general Roy Mustang. He wanted to capitalize 'the' but he didn't think the general was a sort of person to hear of it. --
I suppose that's what I would say when describing myself. As a simple human reporter, I had always tried to get the top stories that I could, so when a cousin had told me that they had a soldier in the family - dinner parties were always a must. There were also many people who knew famous ones, but perhaps that was the only way to get a story out of here. To be honest, I was more in the rumors department than anything. There was a section for me -- a gossip on what sort of books would be in the alchemist library "How to turn Straw into Gold - The human way -- and the Scientific Process." I would always second guest myself -- not because it was something that I decided out of the blue. Okay -- maybe it was, but in doing so it was a way to recondition myself. To make sure that I knew every single personality that was out there.
But even so, meeting the General was such a normal process that a guy like me couldn't possibly have imagined it. I knew he hated reporters but once he saw that I was there because of some trustworthy soul a.k.a "got the lucky bastard a date lacky", he relented to letting me inspect some military procedures. At first when seeing him, you could tell that he was a lady's man. For one thing -- He was the first one to ask if I was male or female. Most people assumed off the bat that hey -- long hair ...Haven't gotten much puberty time -- Girl. Just him asking me if I was a male or woman threw me off until an equally looking BUT (to my embarrassment) 13 or 14 year old ran past me, throwing pots and dishes at some stupid soldiers calling him short. I think the world made a whole lot more sense afterwards.
Anyway, while it was no surprise to me what went on in the General's life. I had to admit that he was a smidgeon interesting in that he did try to look professional in front of the camera. There were men left and right prancing around trying to tell me stories of their family members -- it was pretty refreshing from what you would think that any sort of army would be like.
And his personality..I remember looking at him and thinking: What a lonely guy he must have been.
It wasn't a thing that I was most horrified of. It was more of the fact that there was this person here who was surrounded by people and yet no one seemed to share his burden (No wonder he housed a 13 year old boy!).
It seemed to me that he depended on someone who didn't look up to him -- who didn't take his bullshit and let him walk around like a fool. He depended on someone who could point out his mistakes and get the job fixed in the process. Someone who worked hard -- and despised paperwork as much as he did. It seemed as if he wanted someone who felt as unusual as he was. Someone who he could protect...and it sure as hell wasn't someone like me.
"Mr. Eishi?" He asked me -- watching me from the corner of his eye. "For a reporter you certainly don't take well to lectures..."
I blinked -- and shook my head. "Right.." I said. "I apologize sir -- it's just that I am unfocused when anyone talks of military procedures."
He seemed to find that amusing. "Then perhaps we should have one more often.." he said.
I shrugged. "Well -- either way, it appears I'm not the only one sleeping."
"Ah yes -- Riza -- may you please reawaken fullmetal so that we may go on without that horrendous noise in the background?"
I smiled when I saw him look at the boy. "So I hope you enjoy your one week stay here.." continued Roy. "This place is not usually open to the living.." I caught some cussing in the background where fullmetal was suddenly scared to death by a searing bullet shot an inch away from the wall.
I nodded quickly. "I see that -- sir.." I said. "But just one question?"
"Speak."
"What's your son's name?"
Fullmetal and Roy stared at me. "WHAT!" said fullmetal, but Roy just remained calm as he always did -- knowing I was in no professional mood after watching his soldiers play target practice with "Who could shoot the pens to pieces".
Roy shrugged. "Riza suggested a more homely guise -- I didn't think the title "Dog of the Military" would work."