"Fullmetal." Roy said, looking at the blonde alchemist in front of him.
"Yeah?" Ed replied, looking back at the raven-haired colonel.
"This report is appalling." Roy stated, chucking the manila envelope down onto the desk. "The handwriting was scruffy, and there were so many grammatical errors my head began to hurt after a while." Ed looked at him, a little angrily. Damn that colonel. Thinks he can just throw my report down like that?
"I wasn't feeling my best that day." Ed said defensively.
"That's not an excuse, Fullmetal." Roy dismissed.
"Hmph. Remember that when Lt. Hawkeye gives you a mound of paperwork to do, and you've got a splitting headache and your nose is all runny, and you've got to finish it or you'll get the telling-off of the century!" Ed countered, making Roy go slightly red. Hmph. That showed that idiot.
"Well, Fullmetal, I still need to give you your punishment." Roy said, beckoning for the younger alchemist, who (albeit grudgingly) followed him out of the Colonel's office. The two walked in silence, down spiralling staircases and long corridors. Finally, Ed snapped. The suspense of wondering what his superior had in store for him was too much. He hated punishments.
"Colonel Idiot, where the hell are you-" But he stopped short when Roy put his hand on Ed's shoulder. His grip was firm, and it made Ed feel oddly lightheaded. It was a strange feeling, and Ed, for some reason, despised it. Why do I feel lightheaded? Why do I feel... Happy? I'm about to be damn PUNISHED, aren't I?
"Welcome to your punishment room, Fullmetal." Roy smirked, gesturing to the room in front of them. It was at the end of a long darkened corridor, and gave the feel of hardly being in use.
"And what room is this?" Ed questioned.
"Why, it's the solitary confinement room that we reserve especially for hardened criminals." Roy answered, still wearing that winning smirk. Ed found himself subconsciously staring at Roy's face. The smooth, young visage, with absolutely no blemishes whatsoever, the way his hair fell over his eyes, casual and unkempt, yet stylishly done so...
"Fullmetal? FULLMETAL!" Roy yelled, shaking his subordinate, who snapped out of his thoughts.
"What?"
"Are you ill?" Asked Roy, looking concerned. "You do look a little pale..." Ed shook his head, responding with an oh-so-fake laugh.
"No!" Ed replied, a little quickly than he would normally. Roy looked at him oddly, then motioned for him to enter the 'punishment room'. Ed did so, exhaling when he passed Roy. That was close. Colonel Idiot there took my gazing to mean that I was ill... Wait... AM I ILL? I was STARING at COLONEL MUSTANG! COLONEL MUSTANG! The idiotic egotistical morally bankrupt colonel with a god complex! It makes no sense! Ed mentally slapped himself, making a mental note to physically slap himself once this punishment was over.
Roy shut the door, so that the two were alone in the plain room. There were no windows, making the need for a light present. Roy turned it on, and the room was lit up, revealing a single desk and two chairs, one plushy and soft, and the other rigid and hard.
"Shotgun plushy chair." Ed immediately announced, making Roy laugh.
"Fullmetal, I think you're forgetting. You are here because it's your punishment. I am here because I'm watching over you. Therefore, I should get the plushy chair." Roy objected smoothly, placing a hand on Ed's shoulder, gently steering him towards the hard chair, like a parent would to a scared child. Unfortunately for Roy, however, Ed was nineteen, not a child, and most definitely NOT scared. So, of course, Ed stood his ground, making Roy's job a lot harder, and making Roy resort to forcefully pushing him into the chair. And, before Ed could get up again, Roy ran and sat down into the plushy chair, wearing his winning smirk once again, making Ed grumble.
"Now, Fullmetal. I want you to stay in that chair, or I will burn the plushy chair and make my own. This is a punishment, and staying in a room with me certainly isn't a punishment. But doing my paperwork is." Roy said, and dropped a stack of paperwork on the desk.
"I am NOT doing that. I can't forge your signature, idiot." Ed replied bluntly.
"Luckily for me," Roy smirked sinisterly, "These pieces of paperwork don't require signatures. Only copying down legal stuff. Have fun, Fullmetal." Roy informed, then sat down on his plushy chair, simply watching Ed.
"No. I don't want to." Ed said bluntly, pushing his pen away stubbornly.
"Fullmetal... This is your punishment. You don't get a choice. Now do the paperwork or your antenna gets burned off. Pick your choice." Roy threatened casually, examining his ignition gloves as he did so. Ed gave him the death glare, then began copying out the legal rights, muttering profanities as he did so.
"Language, Fullmetal."
"I'll language you in a second..." Ed muttered, going back to his punishment. The legal requirements for military personnel... Ed's pen scratched along the page as he copied the long, boring, arduous sentences down. After a few minutes, Ed simply couldn't be bothered anymore. Ah, stuff this. He still pretended to copy sentences out, to keep Roy from giving him yet another lecture about obedience and respect, and left himself to dwell on his thoughts. Why does the colonel insist on giving me a hard time? All this paperwork, no less! And it's HIS! HE should be doing it! Instead, that idiot's sitting on the plushy chair, now... READING A BOOK?! That jerk! He should be watching ME, getting bored like me! That idiotic jerk!
"Fullmetal, I know I'm devilishly handsome, but please, keep your eyes off me for two hours just to do this work, and then you can gawp at me to your heart's desire." Roy teased, not once lifting his gaze from his book. Ed was brutally snapped out of his thoughts and brought crashing back down. His face turning bright red, the alchemist meekly turned back to his work, not intending to actually do any. Dammit, I was staring at him AGAIN! Gah! Why? Why am I staring at him? I hate him! I hate his guts! That jerk, giving me a PUNISHMENT... It's like primary school! That stupid, jerkish, arrogant, controlling, hot colonel! Wait... DID I JUST THINK THAT? Ed's face reddened considerably, a dark blush seeping across his light complexion. THE COLONEL. IS. NOT. HOT! Ed mentally slapped himself again, but decided that this wasn't enough on this occasion. So, he proceeded to actually slap himself on the arm, earning himself a confused look from Roy.
"Fullmetal? What was that about?" Roy enquired, looking at Ed curiously.
"N-nothing! Nothing at all! Ha ha ha..." Ed dismissed, grinning like an idiot.
"... Are you sure you're not ill? Your face is red. Do you have a fever?" Roy asked, concerned. He got off his comfy seat and made his way towards the Fullmetal Alchemist. Ed gulped, breaking into a cold sweat. Don't come any closer, don't come any closer...
"You seem fine to me." Roy stated, taking his hand of Ed's forehead. "Though you are a bit sweaty. It is quite hot in here, I guess. Wanna transmute a window?" Roy asked, smiling.
"Isn't this a solitary confinement room? No windows allowed?" Ed reminded.
"Oh yeah... Transmute a fan then." Roy demanded.
"I have work to do." Ed reminded, making Roy raise his eyebrow, and he peered at Ed's paper.
"The legal requirements for military personnel must be as follows in order to obtain perfection in the military. Every soldier must not have a criminal record of any kind, and must adhere to the Führer's commands. That's it. Somehow... I think your mind is elsewhere, Fullmetal." Roy pointed out, and placed his hands on Ed's shoulders, making Ed face him. Oh damn. Don't touch me, you moron! I'm already falling head over heels for you as it is! Wait... GAH! I HATE this! I'm no hopeless romantic! I don't like it! I've never fallen in love before! Why do I have to frikkin' start with THIS GUY?!
"Edward..." Roy said softly, making Ed blush turn even darker. Don't say my real name, idiot! What happened to Fullmetal? You're making me feel all messed up! "You can tell me anything. We... Don't have a very friendly relationship, but I'm supposed to act as your supporter. What's on your mind, Edward?" Roy asked, seating him down, but this time on the plushy chair, and Roy occupied the hard one.
"N-nothing's on my mind! It's just your... Active imagination! Yeah, your active imagination!" Ed claimed, grinning sheepishly. Roy, however, didn't look convinced. Which wasn't surprising.
"Edward. I don't have an active imagination. Either you're ill, which I don't think you are, or something's on your mind. What's up?" Roy persisted, looking at the man opposite him sternly.
"I told you, nothing's wrong! Stop assuming things!" Ed insisted, his voice rising. Why does he have to be so ADAMANT? For God's sake, I just want some time to clear my head!
"Edward, I'm not assuming things. You are never this evasive, and you haven't insulted me once in this entire conversation." Roy pointed out, flicking his hair out of his eyes. Stop doing that!
"Doing what, Edward?" Roy asked, curious and puzzled. Ed stared at him for a moment, then realized that he had spoken out loud! Damn! Think of something quickly Edward! Er... Er... GAH!
"Stop flicking your hair like that!" Ed burst out, making Roy do a double-take.
"Why? What's wrong with it, Edward?" Roy asked, now really puzzled. Ed blushed again slightly as Roy used his first name again.
"AND STOP USING MY FIRST NAME!" Ed yelled, now on his feet. His fists were clenched as he glared at his superior/love interest. Roy, still oblivious to Ed's feelings, was now shocked. He didn't stand up, but he met Ed's gaze. Onyx eyes met gold, as they stared at each other.
"Why, Edward?" Roy asked, emphasizing Ed's name just to annoy him.
"I SAID STOP IT! IT'S DRIVING ME CRAZY! IT'S MAKING ME ALL MESSED UP!" Ed roared. Roy looked at him with confusion.
"How is the use of your first name making you 'all messed up'?" Roy asked, and Ed threw up his hands in annoyance.
"LIKE YOU DON'T KNOW! YOU! THE WORLD-CLASS WOMANIZER!" Ed yelled, rolling his eyes. Roy was now on his feet, partly because he was angry, and partly because he wanted to check if the young man was alright.
"I DON'T KNOW! I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING TO YOU!" Roy also yelled, quickly losing his cool. Roy could only tolerate so much of the Fullmetal Alchemist's ranting, before he blew a gasket.
"I FRIKKIN' LOVE YOU, JERK!" Ed announced, not thinking before he spoke. A deafening silence rang through the soundproofed room, blaring in each of the alchemist's ears. Roy looked at Ed in shock and amazement, his onyx eyes wide. Ed, on the other hand, had realized what he had just said. He clamped his hands over his mouth in horror at his words. He was shaking, even though he wasn't aware of it. The warm temperature suddenly became a hundred times more noticeable, but neither Ed nor Roy could have cared less about it at that moment in time. The only thing that they were aware of was each other, frozen in shock. Finally, Roy regained his ability to speak, and extended a hand towards the blonde alchemist.
"Edward..."
"No..."
"Edward." Roy repeated.
"No..."
"Edward!"
"..."
"EDWARD!"
"NO! SHUT UP!" Ed yelled, putting his hands together and transmuting a hole in the brick wall. Turning away from Roy, he ran out of the solitary confinement room, and out of sight.
A/N- Hello! Thank you for reading this! This was actually my first time writing slash, therefore my first time writing EdxRoy! I hope it was okay! I couldn't think of what to do for absolutely ages! You see, Royai is my FMA OTP (RoyEd is my 2nd favourite), so it was quite difficult for me. Riza was always present, wherever Roy was, and I knew that I wouldn't be able to do EdxRoy! So, I discussed it with my fellow FMA fanatic at school, and we agreed that the story should occur at a time when Riza wasn't there. So then, I first thought of a different idea which I won't tell you incase I decide to make it into a story, but then this idea came wandering into my brain. I was intending to make Roy flip out a lot earlier (I was hoping for an entire shouting match!) but then Roy remained calm. I guess it's just his demeanor!
I always imagined Ed to be one of those people who can't handle their love for another- they don't like it. And it would be especially visible in the RoyEd relationship! In other words, Ed is like me. He does not like the idea of being in love with another. He feels that he's got other stuff to do.
So, anyway, reviews are appreciated! I'd like to know how my skills at writing EdxRoy are, please! And if you think this should be made into a two-shot, because I'm torn between leaving it here, or making it a two-shot. And you people always know what to do!
Random Useless Fact You Probably Already Knew:
Winry knocked out Ed in the mechanics room with the wrench.