Greetings! Just an idea that sprung up in my head, I figured I would write it for you :) As always let me know what you think, its much appreciated. Enjoy!
Might as well have rained
Summary: Roy Mustang has a late night report to finish, and a gift from Ed doesn't make it any easier.
Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist or any of the characters, I just enjoy messing with them.
Written by: The Castle in the Clouds
Mustang's footsteps were heavy as he sulked through the halls of central. He really hated doing paperwork late at night, especially when it's concerning Edward Elric.
Damn reports. Should of finished it sooner...
Roy gave a profound sigh as he fingered the gloves in his pocket. All he had to do was keep climbing the ranks and stay focused on his objective. Easier said than done, right?
When I get to the top I'm never writing another damn report. Ever.
A subtle smirk formed on his lips as he felt reinvigorated, but that smile grew even bigger as he imagined the things he could do as Fuhrer.
Miniskirts.
Now that had to be the best decision he would ever make.
"Sir!" saluted a familiar voice, snapping Roy out of his daydreams.
"Oh, hello Havoc."
Jean dug out a pack of cigarettes and flipped open the lid. "I escorted Edward and his brother back to their lodgings. They're heading back to Tuckers tomorrow for some more research." Havoc stuck the cigarette in his mouth as he pocketed the rest of them. "Anything else you need, boss?"
"No, that's all for tonight. Go home and get some rest."
Havoc gave a wave as he took a lighter to his cigarette. "Don't have to tell me twice." he joked. The two exchanged goodbyes and see-you-laters, Roy wishing he was on his way to a nice cozy bed instead of a cold and unforgiving chair.
One day... he mused to himself. No more reports and all the miniskirts I could ask for. Especially on a certain lieutenant of mine.
That would make every damned report worth it.
The office door was already open as Mustang trudged in and plopped down in his chair, placing his hands behind his head as he reclined backwards with a sigh.
"Time to get to work."
reaching for a pencil, Roy noticed a small gift box resting on the corner of his desk. He must have been too tired to see it when he came in.
"A gift?"
With furled eyebrows said Colonel reached for it and held it in his lap, reading the note that accompanied the present.
Colonel Bastard,
A gift for pointing me to Tucker's. Don't expect me to save another train.
-Fullmetal
Roy chuckled, too tired to care and too low on energy to get mad.
"Well, lets see what you got me Edward Elric..." mused Roy to himself as he lifted the lid off the package. A blank stare encompassed the Colonel's face as he stared into the small cardboard square.
"You cant be serious?"
In it lied a pair of glistening white gloves that bore the transmutation circle for flame alchemy. They looked of high quality and were soft to the touch. In fact, everything about them was perfect. All except one thing:
They were fingerless.
Roy lifted the gloves out of the small box, noticing another note that was previously hidden under them.
Its the new style. Keep em' dry.
Mustang tossed the pair of fingerless gloves on his desk and reclined back as he folded one leg over the other, imaging the smirk on Ed's face when he was scribbling on the piece of parchment.
"Smartass."