Title: Hair
Pairing: Roy/Ed
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None.
Warnings: Shounen-ai. Allusion to m/m sex.
Word count: 462
Disclaimer: FMA isn't mine, but it's fun to write fanfiction for it, so I won't complain.
Author's Notes: I found this short flash fic buried in a random folder in my documents, so I decided to post it up. It's quite a fun fic, actually, and lately, I haven't been writing much of this kind of fun stuff.
Hair
Edward got up one morning, glanced at the clock, and panicked.
He had promised Winry he would meet her at the train station at eight o'clock, and it was ten to eight already. There was no chance he could get to the train station in a matter of ten minutes. No chance at all.
Winry would kill him if he was late.
He washed and dressed faster than he had ever done so in his life. After that, he ran outside without even bothering to grab some food for breakfast. A voice called after him just as he was halfway down the street.
"EDWARD!"
Edward turned and saw the dark-haired figure of his lover standing at the doorway in his dressing gown. "COME BACK!" Roy shouted. "WHERE THE HECK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING WITH YOUR HAIR LIKE THAT?"
It was then when Edward realized that he hadn't brushed his hair. The golden strands were flying in every direction. He wondered how on earth he could not have noticed this before. He ran back to the house.
Roy was holding Edward's brush in one hand and a ribbon in the other. "Are you going to tie my hair with that?" Edward gasped, staring at the long piece of red silk ribbon.
"Do you have any objection against that? Or do you want me to go back to the bedroom and search for your hair-tie, which may be ripped useless in last night's --"
Edward cut him off, blushing madly. "I don't need to be reminded, thanks. Just get on with my hair!"
Roy started brushing his hair. "I love your hair, Ed. It's just so smooth and --"
"I SAID GET ON WITH MY HAIR!" Ed yelled.
"What do you think I'm doing here? I am getting on with it," Roy responded, working his way through the knots, few as there were, in Edward's hair.
"Ow! That hurts, you bastard!" Edward growled, not admitting that it actually felt good to have someone brush your hair. It was just so relaxing and comfortable to have someone else brush his hair rather than himself that he was about to doze off. After a moment, just as Roy began to twist the blond's hair together to form the braid, Edward said, "Wait a sec, how do you know how to braid my hair? I don't think you've ever braided anyone's hair before."
"I used my eyes, Edward. I observed. It's easy enough to learn from watching you braid it every day," Roy replied, smirking. "There, it's done."
Edward muttered a quick thanks and ran at top speed to the train station.
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A wrench came flying in the blond's direction and he managed to dodge it just in time.
"IT'S HALF-PAST EIGHT, ED!"
The End