Author's Notes: This is something strange I wrote. It's nearly 6 AM and I'm running on roughly five hours of sleep. I thought it was interesting, so I figured it was better to go ahead and post it (especially since I've kept people waiting on my other Roy/Ed fics). I'm getting someone to read over the latest chapter and I'll have it up. No empty promises on my part, this time. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Hagaren, I just jump around in their fandom.
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He's thudding through the hallways, cheeks red with anger. Most of the passing officers know to dodge the raging blond. After all, an infuriated Edward Elric is a regular occurrence in the headquarters.
He pushes through the hallways until he comes upon a familiar office. Riza just watches with calculative eyes while Havoc and the others remain still. It was almost as if the eldest Elric was something of a time bomb --- everyone was waiting for the initial explosion. This, normally, occurred in Roy Mustang's office.
With a deep breath, he pounded on the door until he was invited in by the smug Colonel. Slipping in and shutting the door behind him, he stared at the older man, hoping that his very eyes would burn holes right through his superior.
It was an odd moment, yet it was one that occurred quite often; the moment of silence just before either of them decided it was all right to speak. It was as though the intensity in one another's eyes held their breaths locked in their chests. Eyes battled on with a fierce and fiery determination--- they were lost, in those few seconds, in emotions.
Golden hues were ablaze with excitement and anger all at once while onyx hues were alight with amusement and wit.
In these seconds, they connected in ways even they were not aware of. And in just seconds, their connection was forgotten over a petty argument.
This was just how they were, though; connecting in brief seconds, understanding with a simple glare until heated words took over.
They both had too much pride to admit that they depended on these everyday clashes, the momentary sense of completeness.
But perhaps that's what kept them coming back each time.
Perhaps this is what kept them feeling alive in a time that made them feel as though their very existence was wrong.
