Sometimes, idleness caused Roy Mustang's to spring into an all together bizarre alternate universe.

His pen slipped from the parting of his lips, eyes glazed over and glossy as a doll's, and his hands fumbled over his face blindly. The text on the documents beneath his eyes blurred into single strands of a black, indecipherable code, and he barely noticed his own eyes beginning to close beneath an unseen, unfelt, unheard of weight.

Hawkeye. At first, she was all he saw. Well, to be honest, all he saw was a flash of shimmering gold that he knew to be her hair, but the image soon gave way to sharp, angular eyes of deep honey flecked with copper, and china-doll skin. The poetic structure of all of the incoherent imagery shocked him, even in his lazy-minded state. She spun slowly on an invisible axis, and flashed him a secretive smile of pearl. He felt himself getting dizzy by her movements.

The sea of black that surrounded her was permeated by an orgasm of color, one could say. Green, heightened with yellows and blues...The world was coming into view for him. A splash of a maroon-tinted red, which sharpened into finer detail...Brick. There Hawkeye stood, before a red brick house, her smile as radiant as the perfect sun unswallowed by clouds hanging above her.

She waved to him loopily, grinning. And Roy was perplexed as to if she was inviting him forward, or pushing him off farther into the world. He felt himself take a step closer in this sort of dream-world so to speak. Nothing stood between him and Hawkeye, nor that house behind her. He felt like taking a leap just to accent this, and his legs felt weightless as he soooooaaaaareddddd...

Ow. He peered down at his stomach, pierced by a flat sort of white column. A picket-fence? A white picket-fence? Where had that come from? It wasn't there before he started a'leaping...In any case, though: OW.

'What's the...big...idea...hnffph...' He heard himself grunt, pulling his torso away from the sharpened fence's wrath. Riza Hawkeye's eyes flickered to life, shining like polished gems as she laughed at him heartily.

She pointed, and laughed. No words.

'God damn...' Roy felt himself mutter, and he stumbled past the fence towards her, with the intent of seizing her within his arms and embracing her. No reason why, just an urge.

But the world stretched out farther.

'Hawkeye...stay STILL, god dammit!'

She rolled backwards, house behind her and everything. Even the sun craned its way along above her, moving back from Mustang.

At least, he felt his hope diminish, and he collapsed on a sea of green grass.

'Fuck...Damn you, fence...'

'Fuck...fuck...fuck...'

"Sir?"

All of the images that had dazzled his eyes disappeared in one moment, sucked into a sort of black hole that was really the inside of his eyelids. He felt his body twitch back into consciousness, and his eyelashes fluttered. Slowly but surely, his eyes opened.

"Whaaaa?"

Hawkeye gazed down at him, free of the enhanced perfection of technicolor. "...Are you all right, sir? You were speaking to yourself quite a lot..."

"..."

Roy Mustang stopped, and screwed his jaw shut in thought.

"..."

"..."

Riza leaned down moreso, curious.

"...Fuck." Roy slammed his head down. "Riza, you look a lot better without all that shininess. I just thought you should know."


THE END.

a/n: this has NO point. at all, whatsoever. wanted to post something...xDD;

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