In Sickness and in Health
By Haraguroi
"Hate the rain," Angry onyx eyes cursed angrily, walking with his head down on the sidewalk. His black trench didn't cover his nice shoes from the rainwater and puddles of rain collecting on the sidewalk. He walked slouched over, head down so his sopping hair hung in the mysterious black eyes.
Angrily, Roy Mustang, the Flame Alchemist, kicked a puddle of water, sending it spraying and only succeeding in having it blown back at his face with a sudden and random gust of wind. It wouldn't be so bad if he had another to warm him.
He could get out his little black book; any girl in there would fling themselves at the renowned suave alchemist. He sighed and continued walking, hands shoved deep within the confines of his black coat's pocket. He knew that the only girl that he would want to be out with wasn't in with that cluster.
No- she was currently sick, and had been for a couple of days now. Maybe it was because she wasn't here to distract him he was getting all his work done early, he didn't know. All he knew was that that's the reason he wasn't driving in a nice warm car.
Well, one, it was in the shop, but at least she would have had an umbrella. She's so practical, so smart about any and everything. He sighed in longing- envisioning the figure, the blonde hair, and the caramel eyes... He groaned in appreciation.
He looked at the stop sign, Westwood Avenue, her street. He turned down it, eh, why not? Maybe he could stay there until he was warm, or at least semi-dry. Or even still damp, all he cared about was seeing her home. He shrugged as he turned and passed a fire hydrant, then a street light, which flickered and cast shadows along the dimly lit street. Finally he reached her door.
Suddenly loosing the feeling in his legs, he realized it would be impossible to make the traitorous limbs move away, so he merely sighed in annoyance at the legs and raised a warm hand to knock on the mahogany door softly.
He heard ruffling inside and then she opened the door. She blinked for a moment, her blonde hair wild and held up in a sloppy ponytail, her eyes as red as her nose and cheeks. She seemed to take him in slowly, as if processing that he was really there. She blinked again and her eyes seemed to spark to life and smile behind their glaze, "Hi." She said simply.
He smiled slightly, "Hi."