No Lying Allowed
Chapter One: The Bet
Hello again, people! This is my second story. The idea popped in my head when I overheard a discussion that my sisters were having. Apparently they were wondering what would happen if everyone in the world couldn't lie. Then the little gears in my head started turning and…well…here's what I came up with. As always, please read and review, everyone!
Disclaimer: I do not and never will own any of the awesomeness that is the Fullmetal Alchemist series (sob, sob.)
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"Hey, Fullmetal," Roy Mustang said across his office. Edward Elric lifted his head and frowned at Mustang. "What?"
"You wanna bet on something?" Roy inquired. He smirked.
Fullmetal leaned back in his chair. He glanced at Mustang curiously. "Depends on what it is, bastard."
"Well, I've been thinking about this for a while, but…have you ever wondered what would happen if no one was allowed to lie?"
Ed frowned suspiciously. "You damn colonel. What are you up to? I'm not falling for one of your tricks again."
Mustang laughed and said, "I'm not up to anything. I just wanna try it out. See who could last the longest without lying. Maybe I'll get the whole office in on it, too."
Havoc poked his head into the Roy's office. "Hey chief, I thought I heard something about 'the whole office.' What are you planning?"
Edward laughed and said, "Apparently nothing, he says. But I'm not in on the bet. He's just trying to trick me or something."
Mustang sighed and ran his hands through his hair. "Why doesn't anyone trust me anymore?"
Havoc rolled his eyes and said, "For a lot of reasons, sir."
He looked at Edward and Havoc wearily, and shook his head. "Never mind." He frowned. "Maybe I should call it off."
Havoc and Fullmetal looked at each other. "Well, if you are serious, then I would like to give it a try," said Edward. Suddenly an idea popped in his head. "But if you are in fact messing with me, then I will have permission to punch you with my metal arm. Hard." He nodded his head, satisfied with his conditions.
Roy thought for a second, and then said, "True. Here are my rules for this. This will last an hour. We will have a steady conversation and we will not lie to each other during that time. Also, the loser of the bet will get their face drawn on with permanent marker and cannot scrub it off until a week has passed. Deal?"
Edward, who had been listening carefully, nodded his head. "Deal."
Roy added, "Also, everything we say will be recorded so we can check up on the facts later. So don't think you can get away with anything. And if the outcome of the bet is that no one has won, then that's it. No arguing."
"Okay," Edward agreed. After a second thought, he said, "Bastard."
Roy just grinned. "Okay," he said, looking at his watch, "the bet starts…now!"
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Edward POV
The bet had been relatively easy. Simple questions were coming from the colonel, nothing too personal or anything. He sighed. The colonel and himself were taking ten-minute turns of asking each other questions. Of course, they had to answer truthfully to whatever was being asked.
It started off easy; Roy asked questions like, "What is your favorite color?"
"Red."
"Obviously," Roy said with a smirk, looking pointedly at Edward's red cloak. Before Edward could reply, he asked another question. "What's your least favorite drink?"
Edward grimaced and said, "Milk." He shuddered.
That little bastard had decided to take the first turn. Oh well, Edward thought. His turn will be over soon, and then I can have my round. Yes, oh yesss…the idiot won't be able to tell the truth with the questions I'll be asking him, he'll be so embarrassed. Hegrinned with the thought.
"…The other day?"
"What?" Edward had been so engrossed with what he was planning; he hadn't heard most of what Mustang had asked.
"I said, weren't you with Winry the other day?"
Edward blushed and adopted an angry expression. He hadn't known that Roy would try out his own method he had just thought about. Mostly, Mustang had been asking okay inquiries – until now. Edward tried to find a way around the question. Well, I suppose I can't get around the rules. Giving up, Edward said, "Yes."
Roy grinned and leaned forward. "What were you doing?"
By now Edward had turned a deep pink color. Sighing, Edward answered, "Mostly just walking and then we ate at a restaurant place."
Roy now looked evil. He slowly asked, "Was that all you were doing? Give me all of the details."
Edward shuddered. His face was burning and his heart was thumping wildly. Bastard, he thought. "Um…we…"
"Go on, Fullmetal." Roy asked, prodding deeper.
"Okay, this is what happened, in order. With all of the details you want. Umm…first she arrived at my door, with this little blue dress on that brought out her blue eyes."
"That's it. All of the details, Fullmetal."
Edward grimaced, but kept on going. "Then we walked down the hall. She was in a really happy mood because she was talking about automail, of course…."
Normal POV
Unknown to the two men in their office, Havoc had secretly whispered what was going on inside Mustang's office to Breda, Falman, and Fuery. Holding in their laughter, Mustang's subordinates had all crowded up to the door in hopes of hearing what was going on inside, with the exception of Hawkeye.
When Winry walked in, expecting to see Edward, she stared in puzzlement at the men with their ears on Mustang's door. Hawkeye motioned toward Winry.
"Roy and Edward are having a bet…" Hurriedly Hawkeye explained to Winry. Winry raised her eyebrows but said nothing. Suddenly Breda motioned furiously to Winry.
"They're talking about you!" he whispered. Winry's eyes widened and she pushed everyone out the way so she could hear. Quietly they all eavesdropped on Roy and Edward's conversation.
"…She was talking about automail, of course. Then we headed down the road, still talking to each other. Winry nearly knocked me out with her wrench when she heard that I wasn't taking care of my automail properly. Man, she can be so mean sometimes!"
Winry's head was reeling. Edward? Talking about her? At first she was angry, but the she calmed down. After all, it's not like he's doing it willingly, she reasoned. And he is recounting our date. That's kind of… sweet.
"After about an hour, we went to a restaurant. She ordered pasta and I got a sandwich. During the meal, we kept up our conversation. First it was on her life in Rush Valley, and then it turned around to mine – always traveling, never stopping our search. Heck, even for some time during lunch, we even talked about what a bastard colonel you are."
"Fullmetal!"
"Well, it's the truth. And then we discussed…"
The colonel's voice had now turned predatory. "What did you discuss, Fullmetal? I want every…little…detail. Now."
Edward sighed in resignation. "Umm…"
"I'm waiting, Fullmetal."
Edward's voice burst out in a rush of words. "We talked about our relationship."
Silence.
Winry's cheeks burned. She knew she was blushing. Edward had to tell Roy about what they talked about. And what they did afterwards. Oh, man. This would get really embarrassing, really soon.
Sorry to leave you on a cliffhanger like that, but I will post the next chappie once people review and leave some ideas. Don't be shy with your reviews – I REALLY want to know your ideas on what kind of questions Edward will ask Roy. Don't be shy. I accept all kinds of questions, whether they are innocent, explicit, long, short…whatever. Just ask! I might put it in the next chapter.
Sorry if Roy was torturing Edward a little excessively in this one. Edward will get his revenge soon enough! Mwahahahahahaaa!
Okay, anyways, please review and thanks for reading! :D
