Disclaimer: I do not own FullMetal Alchemist or any of its characters
Rating: G
Pairing: Blink and you'll miss it, Roy/Ed
Summary: Edward really wants to have a pet fishy, but Roy doesn't seem too happy with the idea, so Edward tries to 'convince' him . . . hehe
To Keep a Fishy
Dedicated to:
My good friend Fishy (HAPPY 18th BIRTHDAY!)
A happy Edward raced down the hall to a particular Colonel's office, "TAISA!"
"Hmm?" replied Colonel Roy Mustang, looking up from his picture album.
Edward dashed across the room, leaving dirt all over the freshly vacuumed carpet, and slammed a fish bowl (with a fish in it) atop Roy's desk, causing water to spill everywhere.
"FULLMETAL! What is the meaning of this?!" glared Roy, obviously upset that his little collection of a certain blond-haired alchemist's photos had been ruined.
"This," chirped Edward, "is my new CATFISH!"
"A what?!" demanded the Colonel, a little less than pleased. He was desperately trying to 'push' the water into his garbage bin, but as handkerchiefs aren't the best for such things, he was failing miserably and creating a larger radius of 'wetness'.
Edward frowned, a slightly hurt expression replacing his previous cheerfulness, "Well, you said we couldn't get a goldfish because I'm like a cat," he paused, as if not understanding what Roy had meant, "so I got a catfish!"
Roy rolled his eyes, "It doesn't matter if it's golden or if it has the word 'cat' attached to it, the fact is that the fish species and I don't work well. They're . . . slimy and un-cute."
Grimacing, he motioned for Edward to take the bowl away. But even as he was waving his hand in indication, a large shadow suddenly loomed over him and Edward appeared much taller and more frightening that he had been a second ago.
"What did you say . . ."
A terrifyingly menacing 'growl', G-R-O-W-L, flew out of Edward's suddenly enormous and teeth-filled mouth as his eyes turned to slits and claws grew from his hands and feet. Here it was, the 'cat' that Roy had been referring to, except it was more like a beast than a cat.
"AHHH!" screamed the poor Colonel as he dove under his table, a Fullmetal Cat digging its fangs into his arm and ripping apart his proud military uniform with its shredder-like claws. He snapped his fingers again and again to 'burn-off' the horrid creature but found it to no avail as it was somehow fireproof . . . Instead, he watched in horror as his office crumpled into a heap of ashes and crispy wooden sticks. DAMMIT. (Last time it was his house)
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A week later in Lieutenant Liza Hawkeye's Office:
Colonel Roy Mustang glared at the despicable creature through its glass bowl.
"You know," he whispered as the oblivious 'creature' swam around and around, "I will never forgive you."
"Taisa. Stop talking to the fish and focus on your work," ordered a very annoyed Hawkeye.
"GRRR," he made a face to try and scare it, "it's all your fault you know. If it wasn't for you I would still have my house, my office, and my adorable FullMetal album."
At that moment, a cheerful blond head poked into the office before bouncing over to Hawkeye's desk, "How's my little fishy!"
I swear he likes it more than he likes me, though Roy, a look of utter defeat, priceless on his face.
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-Lutzie-