WEE! My first fanfic! Please no flames! Royed PARENTAL not yaoi.. we've all seen this coming..
"Alright, heres your stupid report, can I go now?' Coronel Mustang raised an eyebrow, looking at him was a very annoyed fifteen year old. Edward looked impatient to leave, as usual. But there was also something different about it.. he couldn't quite put his finger on it..
"Hey! Coronel bastard!' Mustang sighed.. 'Fine Fullmetal, you can leave. after I've read your report.'Edward scowled, squirming in his seat while Mustang read over the paper. Edwards writing was worse than usual, he decided not to comment due to the threatening look on Edwards face. He set down the paper. "Fullmetal? How are you feeling?" Edward looked up 'Huh?". "How are you feeling, Edward?" Fullmetal.. no, Edward looked up "Why do -YOU- care?" Mustang sighed, leaning back in his chair unable to think of a proper way to answer. Edward stood up to leave, slamming the door behind him.
Edward stormed into the dorm, Alphonse looked up. "Brother? Are you okay?'Ed sighed. "Just Coronel bastard..' Al let out a small sigh. "You could be nicer to him you know.. he's always helped us." Edward gave Alphonse a furious stare of doom. 'Oh please.. constant short jokes-" Al cut off. "Yes but-" Edward slammed his fists on the table. "I don't want to talk about that bastard.' he turned around and headed towards the door. "Brother? where are you going?!' without a response Edward left the dorm, heading outside.
Mustang sighed, trying his best to excuse himself from the huge pile of paperwork Riza had dumped on his desk- and then it came! A phone call! If there was a god (as Roy highly doubted) he was indeed watching over him that night.
Edward was storming down the street, people stopped to stare at him. He responded with a deadly scowl which shocked a poor old lady and her grandson. He sat on a nearby bench, he shouldn't have snapped at Al. Why was he feeling so weird? he felt like destroying something. Maybe he should.. it might ease the stress.
Roy answered the phone, it was Alphonse. "Coronel?' "Yes, Al?"
Alphonse sounded quite worried, Edward was probably pulling one of his stupid-
"Do you know where Ed is?"
Yep.. just as he thought.
"He's been gone for four hours since he left the dorm."
Roy looked at the clock, sighing. "I'll be right over."
Edward looked around for something to ease his stress. Where was this stress coming from? nothing bad had happened, it was a normal day, but he'd been getting these weird mood swings. He kicked a garbage can over in anger. The contense fell all over the street, he felt alittle better, he thought for a moment.. how did other people ease their stress? he looked across the street, spotting a run down pub.
Please reveiw! Any advice would be welcome!