All Nighters
Author's Notes: This is my first FMA fan-fic, a bit weak maybe, but short and sweet eh? Heh, please enjoy -;;
Edward adjusts his position unconciously in the chair; his knees tucked up close against the table. His brow is furrowed in concentration, and from time to time he gives a growl of fustratuion. He is not concious of anything or one around him; just the textbook.
His eyes feel like there going to bleed, his tongue flicks out to brush his dry lips. Finally he slumps into the chair, his chin rests on his knees, his eyes drop closed. Itís 12:00, and he doesnít understand why heís still here. Itís been 4 hours. Have to... find something... His sub-concious mind reminds him gently.
He groans something that sounds like weak protest; and his eyes flicker open. And there it is. The peice of text heís been searching so long for. Alphonse will be pleased. The properties of Red Water. The five gigantic volumes in the library have been scourged for it; because just flipping through them didnít prove sufficent. He sluggishly reaches for the notebook to jot it down.
And then. Suddenly the book is closed with a sickening bang. Ed freezes and stares at it, before turning his head to look at Cononel Roy Mustang. Edward's eyes glazed with tiredness, his hair messed up from rifling through it with his hand while searching.
ìFullmetal, you look like death warmed over, take a break.î
ì...î Edward doesn't speak. Mustang figits slightly under the blond's stunned, unblinking and unfocused gaze. ìFullmetal?î
The cry of rage can hardly been heard outside the library walls; but the sound of the explosion can.