The cat by mewmar
Disclaimer: I don't own full metal alchemist.
It was raining heavily and Edward Erlic was going to the headquarters. He was wet al over and grumbling about it. Suddenly he saw a ball of fur aside on the pavement, shivering from the cold and also wet. Even Edward wouldn't leave a cat outside in this type of weather. Of course he wasn't stupid enough to give it to his brother but maybe the bastard of a colonel needed some company, Hawkey already had the dog.
The cat had a lot of grey shades with a little brown. He picked the cat up, warmed and dried it with some of his 'magic' and wrapped it inside his coat. Then he took a run for the central passing in many puddles in between. When he got there people had already been busy at work for a long time. He went for the colonel's office passing by an occupied Riza Hawkey. At least he didn't point her gun at him for being late or for getting at work wet.
Without knocking he entered in the office. Roy stopped writing for a bit, looked at him and then continued.
"What do you want?" he forced out.
Ed walked to the desk, took off his coat and unwrapped the cat that looked at him almost gratefully.
"Here." Edward said. "Take this."
Roy was confused, until he saw the cat all wrapped up. He smirked "I didn't know you were a present-type of guy, shortie."
Unexpectedly Ed didn't shout. He was too tired for that.
"Look, I found him in the rain and had pity of him, but I can't keep it. So you do." Ed explained.
Against all expectations Roy said "I'll keep it, on one condition."
Ed simply knew there was a catch to it; it was always like that in those kind of situations. Ed looked at him challenging him to tell him.
"You have to go on a date with me again." Roy said, settling the terms. He was referring to that time Roy had 'forced' him to go out with him in exchange for an information he needed, which guess what, turned out to be useless, nothing new there.
Ed sweat dropped. He couldn't believe the nerve of him.
"Why would I?" Ed asked.
'Well taking care of a cat is high maintenance, you know. Same as going on a date with you. Al least with you it's fun."
Ed was forced to accept for the poor cat's sake. Truth to be told he had had fun last time and wished to do it again. He wasn't they type to ask, his pride got in the way. Maybe this time he would take things a little further. He might not like milk but he was thankful tot hat cat.
A/N: Suggestions for the cat's name? And this is a one-shot. I can't afford to write a sequel.