Roy Mustang,
You have been requested by a mister Edward Elric to be the challenger for his State Alchemist Exam. Please come to the state capital in Central to face Fullmetal on April 8, xxxxx.
Yours Truly,
XXXXXXXXX
C##p. Roy thought to himself, finally reading the letter Riza had brought to him the day before. (It's not his fault that the letter just so happened to of been stuffed between the couch along with all of his paperwork.) He had come into work today, and all of a sudden Hawkeye comes running to him with her gun in her hands and fire in her eyes. Of course, he did the most natural thing anybody would do in his situation, stood there and took it peacefully...NOT! He high-tailed it out of there. He did like his head connected to the rest of his body thank you very much.
Now, however, as much as he hated to say it, he wished he had read the letter before hand when it arrived all those days ago. At least then he would have been able to find away to wiggle out of this situation, but now it was much too late. Why is Roy Mustang making such a fuss about the exam when he believes he can handle the brat easily you say? The answer was very obvious, their was suppose to be a very heavy rain storm that day, a thunderstorm to be exact.
D##E!
xXXXx
The day had come and, although positively awful outside with this weather, the stands were filled to the brim with people, not caring the least about the thunderstorm going on around them. Oh no, for the reason the stands were filled to the brim, was because every single person of whom the Flame Alchemist had ever humiliated was there, there to watch the proud Alchemist be defeated by the shrimp,(Ed: WHO ARE YOU CALLING A PLANKTON SO SMALL THAT- Al: But big brother! Author-sama didn't say that!) Edward Elric...
BAAMMMMMMM!
Nata: What's going on here!
?: Say one more word and I'll burn you to a crisp.
Nata: * Whimpers* Scary... T-T
Mustang: Listen up brats, I will be stopping this story right here! If even one word about this gets out the public, not even a Hurricane will be able to save you.
Nata: Y-Y-Y-yes sir.
15 minutes later
Nata: Are you sure this is a good idea Shi-shi?
Shi-shi: Yep. * Clicks submit story on fanfiction .net ...*
Nata: Your funeral.
Shi-shiNata: Shi-shi and I thought of this on the way over to my house the other day. And we decided to leave to the imaination of the readers about what happens next. I mean, what can be so horrible that Mustang has to threaten to burn little ole me to a crisp...
