((This is another one of my fics inspired by a roleplay plot. So ja. This is Demon Eyes.))
((Pairing: EdKim; possible RoyArcher))
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I: Late
Roy sat in his office, waiting for the Crimson Alchemist to return from lunch. He was late as usual. It made the colonel wonder where he went during his lunch break. He never did ask though, he had vastly more important things to worry about than Crimson. Fullmetal's upcoming report for one and that damned crystal that kept eluding him for another.
Said crystal was theoretically supposed to give power to whatever shape-shifter or 'demon' had it and as the 'demon hunter', he was responsible to kill and destroy all the 'demons' that existed in this world. But that would be difficult, especially while he tried to make it to the position of Fuhrer.
He was snapped from his thoughts when Crimson came bursting into the room, yellow eyes darting every which way as if he had been chased. They finally landed on Roy.
"Hello Mustang. I know. I'm late." He growled before the Taisa could get a word in edgewise.
"Indeed you are Kimbley. Take a seat." The colonel ordered coolly. He didn't like Kimbley one bit. The shifter was rude, disrespectful and, worst of all, loyal to Archer. And he had those demon eyes. Those eerie, yellow pools of pure hatred and insubordination.
Roy shook his head to pull himself from the trance they put on him. He looked down at the paper work he had yet to do. Where was Fullmetal with his report? That boy could easily distract him for an hour or so with said report.
Of course, it was an unfortunate thing that Edward Elric also had the 'demon eyes', but these shape-shifters needed to be stopped at all cost, even if it meant making sacrifices like losing Ed.
Thankfully, both Kimbley and Ed should have already settled on their form of choice. No more of them shape-shifting into any creature they choose. That made his job a hell of a lot easier.
Kimbley was obviously a wolf. Roy had discovered that a while ago back in Ishbal when the man would proudly proclaim he was the Big-Bad Wolf. Ed's was a bit more difficult. The boy didn't seem to have a favorite animal like his brother nor did he associate himself with any animal like Crimson.
Roy cursed inwardly. Why was his job so hard?
