How to deal with paperwork

Disclaimer:

Me: riza it's your turn to do the disclaimer!

Riza: um yes ok

Riza: Soul doesn't own fullmetal alchemist cause if she did the 1st series would have a happier ending!

Me: that's right! Brotherhood all the way!

Riza: totally...

Me: that's weirdly out of character for you….

Riza: well you're writing this

Me: oh yeah right... *walks away slowly*

Al: enjoy the story folks!

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It was a typical day in central. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, and it had rained yesterday so the air felt clean and fresh.

But where was Roy mustang on such a beautiful day? Was he fighting scar or the homunculi? Was he visiting Hughes grave? Was he chatting up a pretty girl in the bar? The answer was no. Roy mustang was in his office staring at and about to face off against….a big, fat, pile of …..PAPERWORK!

And wouldn't you know it in came Riza carrying even more yes even more paperwork.

"Sorry sir" Riza said setting the mountain of paper on his desk "the ASP (alchemist search program) needs these done before tomorrow to be shipped off to Briggs".

"No need to worry lieutenant its not like ive got anything better to do on this beautiful day" Roy spat " you know general Armstrong wont even look at these papers! She just did this to piss me off!"

"Well it's not like you can do anything colonel you're useless in this matter" she said bluntly as a blue arrow that said useless came out of no where and pinned him in the back.

"Well ill be at the gun range if anyone needs me" and with that Hawkeye left the room.

"Uh… sir I just ran out of smokes can I go down to the store to get some?" the colonel did some sort of a nod thing and with that havoc was out the door.

Ten minutes later Breda looked at his watch "uh sir it's my lunch ill be back in a half hour k?" the colonel nodded and Breda was gone and since fury was out sick today mustang was all alone.

After a while mustang laid down his pen and stretched and with that he was not even close to being done.

"Damn it" the colonel muttered. Looking at this desk he practically felt the carpel tunnel waiting for him. As he was staring at his desk his eyes fell upon his gloves. He stared at the gloves for a few seconds then an idea popped into his head. It was an evil little thought but a good one so the colonel listened. He picked up his gloves and slipped them on.

The colonel got out of his chair and walked across the room where the switch for the fan was. They usually had it off because all the papers would go flying. Witch usually ended up in really hot summers when the AC was broken. But for this plan the fan would serve him just fine as he switched on the fan.

As the blades started to spin he walked oven to his desk and grabbed a armful of papers and threw them into the air. The fan swirled them around and around and as the colonel added more and more papers it's started to look like a cyclone. Mustang then retreated to the corner of the room, snapped his fingers, and set every paper in the room on fire. As they quickly burned and turned to ask he felt an overwhelming sense of happiness. When it all died down mustang turned off the fan and went to havocs desk took out his lighter and placed it in the middle of the room.

"That should do it" he said dusting off his hands. He then turned heel and walked out of the room.

And that is how Roy mustang does paperwork.

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