Hello there! I'm the author. I just wanted to tell you that if you think I own Fullmetal Alchemist, then you have a big mistake. I don't know how to speak Japanese . Anyway, this is only the prologue , I hope I can post the full story in a week. This is going to be prologue + one shot + epilogue (or Omake if you want to call it that way) so…enjoy!
Here's a little fact- Alcohol and Fire does not go well together.
This fact has absolutely no meaning for this fic, except for maybe another fact, that the flame alchemist , Colonel Roy Mustang , was leaving the bar after he drank A LOT of alcohol. It won't be necessary to say that he was defiantly NOT sober.
Luckily for him(and maybe anyone who was on the streets in that kind of hour) the bar was pretty close to his apartment, which means he didn't have to drive there, just cross the street. He somehow managed to open the lock of his apartment, when the reason WHY he went to that bar popped up once again in his mind.
It was all about a certain blonde- haired lieutenant.
His lieutenant, that is.
"Riza…" he moaned to himself miserably, when an amazing idea popped up in his mind. Just like what was with the door handle, he miraculously managed to find a paper and a pen, readying himself to write down his feelings on that paper.
A small voice in his mind told him that he's drunk, and he'll probably regret doing this later. Roy frowned and mumbled, "I'm drunk, I shouldn't listen to myself" and with that, he started writing down.
Now, since this is only the prologue, I don't expect you to review. But I don't mind if you would. Anyway, I hope you'll keep up to the main story!
