The Raid and Other Such Nonsense
By Hanomaru
Disclaimer: There is no Hanomaru. There is no Fullmetal Alchemist. There is no ownership. There is no lawsuit. There is no money.
Warnings: Emoness, bad writing.
A/N: Five drabbles on various subjects. Some are sad, some are happy, some say "I need a shrink" in big, bold, frilly, red letters. Enjoy!
- The Raid -
Ed stood by.
That was all. He waited outside the door, hair shielding his face from the light coming out of the doorway. He looked at the stone sidewalk, trying not to think about what he had just done. What had been going on had been wrong by the law and societal views, but it had felt so right for so long...
He heard footsteps before three men walked out of the light. All were in uniform, but only one wore a military uniform; only one looked back out of dark eyes and mouthed 'I love you' before leaving forever.
- The White Stuff -
"You know, you like cheese, butter, yogurt... Everything except milk."
"..."
"I asked you something."
"Sounded like a statement."
Al sighed. "Why not drink it?"
"Well, I used to hate the taste, but now, it's..."
"It's what?"
"The whole concept seems kinda..."
"Kinda what?"
"Icky."
"Then here!" Al grinned, picked up the glass and poured some of it on top of Ed's head.
"Holy - Get the freakin' cow juice off me!" Ed pawed at the top of his head madly.
"Does 'icky' have anything to do with 'cow juice'?"
Ed's face flushed bright red. "No!"
Al just mumbled, "Mature..."
- One of Those Days -
It was after nightfall, and Roy was still at the office. That alone made it a bit unusual.
He stared out the window across the lawns of Central HQ, now covered in snow and some late-falling leaves. The sky reflected the many night lights of the city as a dark, apocalyptic red.
Hawkeye walked over beside him until she could see his face. She had seen that particular face far too often. She laid a hand on his shoulder. He turned to her slowly and embraced her, letting her support him and his guilt.
It was one of those days.
- Drop-Dead Gorgeous -
As pick-up lines go, Havoc wasn't exactly razor-sharp today. He'd gone through everything he'd ever heard in his life, from "What's a babe like you doing on a train like this?" to "You. Me. Restroom. Now," without success. That was just in his head; they'd never, EVER work in reality.
So, he decided to go for pure, direct honesty. "Excuse me?"
A smooth, trained-in-all-arts-of-sexy voice responded, "Yes?"
"I'd just like to note that you're drop-dead gorgeous." He tensed for rejection.
She simply said, "Thank you."
Havoc sat back, satisfied and yet still single, as Lust contemplated where to stab him.
- The Most Dangerous Thing -
The worst thing a day can be is average, especially when nothing actually happens.
Breda was twirling a pair of scissors as the lot of them sat in Roy's office, feeling more like decorative items than defenders of the nation. Breda eyed Havoc.
"You need a haircut."
"No."
"Just a trim."
"No."
"It's too shaggy. Crew cuts are what's in these days."
"You get those away from me."
"You need it!"
"DON'T YOU AAGH!"
Fury was the first to run for bandages.
Remember, kids, it's all boredom and lethargy until someone loses an eyebrow. Then it's an average day.
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Wow. That was lame. I'm going back to fics without word limits...