His Secret Passion

A Fullmetal Alchemist Story

One-Shot

Spoilers for later chapters, if not passed at least Chapter 56 of the manga this... probably won't make any sense.

You've been warned.

She wasn't at all comfortable with her new assignment. Oh, it might have been the fact that both her boss, and his child were creations of what some may call the devil, or that she was being held hostage because her former boss wouldn't dare do any thing that result in his subordinates coming to unnecessary harm. Or perhaps, if she had to put her finger on the reason she wasn't comfortable with this new assignment, even if it helped further the goals of Roy Mustang, were those... papers...

Now, normally she wasn't the type to pry.

However, normally her boss wasn't a psychopath who, when not cutting things, and people with his sword spent his time furthering the goals of a genocidal thing.

So, naturally she chose to pry.

A few giggles found their way to the surface.

Then a stoic, unemotional face.

Stomach began to hurt.

Outright laughter.

Then more giggles.

Calming chuckles.

Then still more giggles.

Then back to her normal poker face.

"If... if the Colonel ever... I wonder if he's seen these? No, he looks far too calm whenever I see him... but he can't possibly be that dense-wait, remember who you're speaking of, Riza." The woman shook her head, her words muttered to no one in particular as she delivered the latest batch of papers to the local newspaper editor.

"Ah, another entry?" The mustachioed man asked, rubbing his temple in what one would describe as delighted surprise. "You wouldn't believe how popular these things are! Why, you're practically a house-hold name in all of Amestris, young lady!"

"I am not the author of these... stories," Riza assured him, "my-er, new boss is."

"Well, whoever it is, I sure wish they'd give writing an actual story a try. Bet it'd sell out in a heartbeat!"

"Y-yes... I'd be inclined to agree." Riza tried to smile, but the knowledge that her former boss may not be in the know of his rather... embarrassing situation weighed heavily on her mind.

As she left the building, she let her gaze drift to the sky as her mind wandered to thoughts of how the Colonel would react if, and when he ever saw what the Fuhrer wrote in his spare time...

-Two Days Later-

"Well... what do we have here?" Roy absentmindedly flipped through the Central Times newspaper while eating his meal in the chow hall. Coming upon a suspicious looking entry into the paper's weekly fiction contest, he read aloud the offending story's title. "Flaming Passions, Steel Hearts?"

He read the first line.

Then the second.

No reaction on the third.

The fourth passed by as uneventful as did the last.

The fifth-

"What the hell?!" Roy spat out, making the entire room stop what they'd been doing so as to look over at the Flame Alchemist. "Who in their right minds would think I'd ever do anything like that with Fullmetal?! And who the hell is this FKB-W author?! When I get my hands on this bastard, I'll burn him to a crisp, goddamn it!"

The paper was reduced to mere cinders after that outburst.

However, just outside the chow hall doors, a certain hawk-eyed blonde tried in vain to keep herself from bursting out in laughter.

Okay, maybe working for the Fuhrer was stressful, but at least he knew how to have some fun every once in a while.

End.