Edward Elric glared at the person who has inflicted so much pain into his life. His fists clinched, he was determined not to strangle the smirking face sitting behind the desk. "You want me to do WHAT??" Ed could not possibly believe his own ears; did the colonel really say that?
"Of course, Fullmetal. Why else will I call you here? Do you think this is a joke? Even I don't have time for such pleasantries." Even as Roy Mustang said it, his face lit up into a pleased smile. "Besides, I think you've had enough free time to your own research. It's been a while since you've been on a mission. After all you've spent on," Roy picked up the list of expenses the blond-haired boy sent in just last week, "snacks, and refreshments, you owe the military more than a few missions."
Ed sent an even harder glare at the colonel. "That still does not explain to me why you will choose me for the job. I can do so many other missions, why this? It's hardly appropriate for me." Crossing his arms, Ed made sure to suppress his urges to kill and destroy.
"It's quite simple, really. I need someone who can perform alchemy and get into the disguise perfectly. Out of all the alchemists here, you're the right size, and have the talent to complete this." Roy stood up from his chair.
Anger exploded from Ed. "Who Are You Calling The Shortest Of All The Alchemists!"
"I hardly implied that, Fullmetal one. But if you seem to think that it is true, then I guess there is nothing I can say to convince you otherwise." Roy smirked and handed a stack of papers to Edward. "Here's the more detailed objectives for the mission. Read it and report back to me by tomorrow at 11am. No complaints. Not after you made me pay $500 for Pokemon cards. Really, I thought you were passed this stage."
Ed sweatdrop. "That wasn't me! Al wanted them, I swear."
"I thought you'd at least get some magic cards or something, but," Roy sighed, "it doesn't matter who wanted them, Ed. It is on your account of military expenses, is it not?"
Edward could not argue with that. He reluctantly took the papers from the colonel's hands. "Is there anything else?"
Roy shook his head. "That is all."
Alphonse knew the moment his brother stepped into the room that something was wrong. The atmosphere had suddenly turned dark and looming with the threat of thunder. Ed had his hands clenched onto the stack of paper so tightly, Al thought they may just turn into ash any second now. "It wasn't that bad was it?"
"It's Roy Mustang! How can it not be bad!" Ed huffed and sat down on his bed. Holding the papers, he tried to smooth the wrinkles out, despite his frustrations.
Al sat down on the floor next to Ed. "So, he gave you a mission? What do you have to do?"
Hearing those words, Ed threw up his arms. "I don't know! Here, read it yourself." The short alchemist stood up and stormed out the door.
"Hey where are you going?" Al was surprised. He had never seen Ed this aggravated after a meeting before.
"Out. I'm going out!"
Edward Elric, the ever-famous Fullmetal alchemist, was in a rage. 'This mission isn't appropriate at all! He just wants to embarrass me in front of all those people. The nerve he's got...' Ed stomped down the hallway, giving death glares to whoever dared to cross his path. He doesn't know why he let that smirking bastard get to him. But every time Ed steps into his office, there will be nonstop bickering.
A yelp broke Ed away from his anger-induced trance. Looking down at the creature that emitted the sound, Ed came face to face with Black Hayete, Hawkeye's dog. Ed seemed to have accidentally stepped on its tail. "Ah, gomen." He picked up the injured pup and tried to pat away the injury. "What are you doing out here all by yourself? Where's Hawkeye?" Ed looked around, trying to spot the dog's owner.
Approaching footsteps made Ed turn around. "Hello, Edward-kun. I see you've found my dog." The blond-haired Lieutenant picked off the dog from Ed's arms. "Did he cause you any trouble?" The dog cringed at those words.
"No, not at all. I actually stepped on him by accident." Edward sighed.
"What's wrong? Oh, wait. I know. Taisa just gave you your mission, am I correct?" Riza gave Ed a calming smile.
"How is it that you're always able to predict what's going on?" Ed glanced at the ceiling and gave another sigh. "Really, I don't understand why he couldn't have given it to you. I swear, I think he's out to get me."
The Lieutenant chuckled. "I don't know alchemy. Besides, I think he truly thinks that you are the best one capable of this job. You may think he's being unreasonable, but if you look at it logically, his decisions are for the best. Well, most of them anyways." Hawkeye shivered to remember the miniskirt comment.
"Best or not, I still hate it. He's always using people for his own advantage. It pisses me off. He hates me." Ed crossed his arms at the last sentence.
"Think about it. Wouldn't you do the same in his position?"
"I..." Ed was at a loss for words.
"You want to know what I think? I think Roy actually likes you. That's why he wants to keep you children safe and in check." With that, Hawkeye walked off with her dog, leaving Ed all alone in the hall.