Disclaimer: Okay I've seen how this is done. I only own Aru (pillow), if I owned Fullmetal alchemist itself…oh the joy I would have! >: D
Note: Right now is about the time I warn you that this fic might be a little…mean to Edward.
To Try and Impress Them
The elder Elric brother stood, fuming to himself, tugging at the clothes covering him, as if in an attempt to make the garments larger and longer, to cover him further.
Edward suddenly became aware of footsteps coming in his direction, and a familiar voice accompanying them. His head shot up, loose golden locks bouncing over his shoulders from the movement. His golden eyes locked on target, a taller, cool and composed, older man, straggly black hair falling over his face, sticky with sweat from the hot summer sun.
The thought of the summer heat sent another burning shot through his automail right arm, and, almost like a chain reaction, the opposite flesh arm shot half way up, a gloved hand casting an awkward wave. "H-hey, Roy." Edward felt the flush creeping up onto his face like a plague, before letting out a sigh of disappointment as the older male's deep blue eyes never swayed, just looking ahead, as he laughed and talked with his friend, continuing on course.
Looking grumpily downwards towards himself, Ed let out a frustrated groan, "I know he's only really interested in women, but I thought for sure I'd get his attention this time…" he sighed, adding in silence, 'Maybe I went too far this time…' Ed shook the thought away, jostling more golden strands of hair.
"Br-brother?" a sudden voice from behind alerted Edward to another presence.
He spun around quickly as he felt an even brighter shade of red take his face. "Al-Alphonse! It's not what it looks like!"
The younger brother's jaw was dropped, his own face tinged a bright pink as he looked Ed up and down, "What are you w-w…doing!"
"Al, I c-can explain e-everything, I s-swear." Ed's sentences were rushed and panicky, as he began to regret the entire day's events.
Al felt a drop of sweat travel down his face, as his head drooped, and his palm went up to meet his forehead, partly covering his eyes. "Brother…you're embarrassing me and yourself." Dragging his palm down his face, the other hand went up, grabbing his brother by the ear, turning and dragging him away, "C'mon." he grumbled, wondering why he even bothered.
All Ed could manage to get out was a half hearted, very awkward laugh.
The younger brother swore he could never look at skirts – or any other article of women's clothing – let alone his brother the same way again.
If truth be told, Roy had, in fact, taken a mental picture of Edward, and, with a smirk, decided he would 'never let Fullmetal live it down.'