Fullmetal Alchemist Dribbles and Drabbles

Fullmetal Alchemist does not belong to me, but Hiromu A. But I do own this drabble series.

This drabble can be a prologue to my Edward Elric Discovers FANFICTION! Haha… it's your mind to see if it connects for you.

Edward smiles gleefully at the cardboard box in front of him. It would be a good kitty house for Al, or it was the perfect size for Taisa's airy big head to package.

"Fullmetal, what are you doing with that huge box? I bet I could fit you in it and ship you off to Africa."

Edward grits his teeth. "Who… are you calling a tiny man that can live inside a box feeding off foam until he finally arrives in Africa and get eaten by angry, lion pigs because THEY CAN'T FREAKKIN' TELL I'M A HUMAN OR THAT THEY'RE EATING FOAM?" After shaking his arms and balls of fists around, he flops back down.

Roy hesitates. "Aaw, never mind, Ed. Just don't forget to clean up all the foam and stuff." He frowns as he glances at the office floor.

"Alright, Taisa. I promise to as long as you don't disturb me for another three hours."

"Alright, Ed. Good luck."

"Yup, thanks Taisa."

"Don't need help, little man?"

"No, thank you – ARGH shut up!"

Roy walks away, desperately sipping on his coffee to wake him up from the nightmare Edward is to unveil. The boy is unveiling the contents of the box and shredding pieces of foam and indescribably wire. Lifting the main brain out, he sits it upon the desk. There is also a board with square bumps letter-labelled. So he stuck it on top of the machine chunk with a glass screen thing. He put the curve thing on the floor because it looked like a pedal and he had played the clavichord, as well as the xylophone, when he was seven.

After three hours, he was sure finished. Roy walks back in. Then walks back out.

Edward sits on the chair. The only thing that was right.

There. Is. A chair in front of a wooden desk. With the screen part of the computer teetering over the edge with the keyboard balanced on top of it, and the crushing weight of the CPU on top of that.

Crap. This really didn't look right.

Edward dejectedly clicks the mouse under his foot. At least his 'pedal' still seems to work for him. It felt good. Hey, but the 'computer' didn't turn on. What the… He taps his toe again, click, click, click. Feeling an urge to play his secret clavichord under Havoc's desk, he gets up and leaves the room.

Roy walks in casually. He stares at the mess. Gee, Fullmetal really is a genius at this sort of stuff. Taisa chortles then secretly rearranges the machinery until it looks like a computer. He sticks a sign on the screen that says 'Clean up the foam and get rid of the box, or I'll get rid of it with you!' then plugs the computer in. He turns it on. Relieved and pleased, Taisa searches for more caffeine.

Edward snorts as he enters the room.

Wow. He really is a genius.

The computer looked really good now, and he only had to leave the room… once! Oh my gosh, oh my gosh. Yay! Edward punches the air and taps on the 'pedal', which feels really nice under his finger tips. Though he feels a new touch. A caring touch, a sense of… Roy?

Blink.

He notices the note. Angry, and realising his success was Taisa Roy's doing, got up, vacuumed the foam, then snatches the box and fitted it on Taisa's head.

Roy was stuck in the box for four hours, with only a mouthful of coffee he was about to swallow then decided he had to share it accordingly before time he could be freed.

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