Pranked
Roy Mustang stuck the key in the lock and turned it, pushing open the door with a yawn, he had stayed late to finish some paper work, at gunpoint of course. He stepped through the door of his apartment, and was immediately drenched with icy cold water. "What the?" He spluttered, pulling a large, pink plastic beach bucket off of his head. Setting the toy aside, he stepped further into his apartment, and was immediately smacked by a pillow. Now on guard, he stepped cautiously towards his bedroom, and pushed the door open almost all the way before stepping through and closing it again. He immediately received an electric shock, and yanked his hand away with a yelp. Opening his dresser drawer to get out his pajamas, he swore under his breath. Whoever set the traps must have done this as well. His drawers had been rearranged, and on top of that, every single article of clothing in them was a vivid, neon, pink. Swearing again, he pulled open several of his drawers before finding his pajamas. Face-palming, he muttered another swear word or two. His pajama pants were gone, replaced by miniskirts. He sat down heavily on the edge of his bed, only to leap back up swearing, another bucket on his head. He pulled it off, this time looking closely at the pink plastic toy. There was a piece of paper taped to the bottom. Pulling it off, he unfolded the sheet to read what was written on the inside.
Ha-ha, got you Roy.
There was a second note inside the first one, and Roy unfolded in cautiously, as if expecting it to explode. But it was just a picture of his best friend looking unusually smug, taken in his apartment by someone not very good with a camera. A someone who just so happened to be rather short. He snarled, crushing the photograph in his fist. "Maes, Fullmetal, you're going to regret doing this."
A/N: And so Edward became a target of the prank war.
