Hi fan people. This is my 2nd, I think, fanfiction. (I'm working on 2 million) I like it, but please review.
Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist. I don't want him either. He'd bite my head off. I'm 5'8.
There was a knock on the door, and Brigadier General Mustang opened the door.
"Fuhrer, you sent for me?"he asked.
"For God's sake Roy, you don't have to be so formal all of a sudden. Maes is fine." Fuhrer Hughes replied, leaning back in his seat. "But anyway, yes, I did send for you. To tell you that you'll be seeing the company therapist from now on."
"What? The therapist?" Mustang spluttered. "Maes, I'm not crazy!"
"Maybe." He answered calmly. "But one of your subordinates has informed me that you have a dangerous degree of OCD. Even though he didn't ask for me not to say his name, I'm keeping quiet, coz the ki-" he cut off mid word.
"I'm gonna murder Fullmetal." Mustang muttered under his breath. "I am seriously gonna kill him."
"And this, you see, is exactly why you need therapy. Don't go killing children. And anyway, there might be something to it. Not to mention that phase you went through after-"
"Yeah, yeah, I get it." Mustang stood up. "I'll do your therapy. But don't be surprised if you waste your money on me."
"Oh, and don't forget to come to Elisia's birthday party!" Hughes yelled, stopping him at the door. "Can you believe my little girl is turning 5 already?"
Yes, because she tuned 4 last year. Roy left, sighing. Hughes really spoiled his little girl.
Lieutenant Hawkeye (she was still Mustang's lieutenant) had been looking everywhere, and she still couldn't find him. Her commanding officer was missing.
"Hey, Ed," she called him. "Have you seen Brigadier Mustang?"
He snickered. "He's probably in therapy by now." Al snorted, for some unexplicable reason. It was a bit hard to accept this little 12 year old boy as being Al, but Riza was getting used to it.
"Roy- I mean Brigadier General Mustang needs therapy?" she asked , bewildered. Al stuffed his hand over his mouth to keep from laughing, and then she got it. "Do I even want to know what you two did?" she asked.
"It was nothing bad, I swear!" All insisted in his most innocent voice. "And- and- and- ED DID IT!" He dived behind the chair to dissolve in laughter.
"All we did was ...suggest... that the Brigadier General had some...issues that needed fixing." Ed explained.
"You put him in therapy." Riza raised her eyebrow.
"Yup." Replied the little blond boy who appeared over the chair back, a bit flushed with laughter. "I think brother was going to do that by next year, maybe."
Riza left the room, laughing despite herself. Sometimes those boys were just too funny.
What do you think? BTW, don't kill me if I don't update. I get writer's block every two minutes. O.O
-raquelicious.