DISCLAIMER: Not mine.
SUMMARY: MANGA. All about Roy in 100 words snippets.
DEDICATION: To Dana. This was written for her birthday. :)

MOODTHEME - Roy Mustang
by Leni

accomplished

"HA!"

The triumphant cry, along with the loud slap of paper against wood, carried into the anteroom. At their respective desks, three men raised their heads and stared at each other.

"The Colonel just finished reviewing the earlier stack of paperwork," Falman surmised. His eyes went to the pile of folders on Hawkeye's desk. The woman herself hadn't yet returned from her usual round at the firing range. "Did he know it was just the beginning?"

Havoc gave a headshake.

"Should we tell him?" Fuery asked.

The three men considered the outcome. "We wait for Hawkeye," they said in unison.
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aggravated

"Go to hell!" Golden eyes flashed before Edward turned on his heel and slammed the door closed.

That child's stubbornness sometimes made Roy wish he'd never taken that train to Resembool, never met the Elrics, never drafted the most promising alchemist of the last three generations. But Edward was the best, and when push came to shove, the Fullmetal Alchemist came to Mustang's office for advice. There was power in that, and Roy believed in power…

"Keep an eye on him," he snapped at his men.

…even when, sometimes, all he wanted was teach that kid a lesson in manners.

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amused

It was cute.

The boy's cheeks kept going from crimson to white, in accord with the girl's swinging moods. Even when a heavy wrench made its appearance - Roy wondered at the choice, surely a hammer would prove more effective? - the rapport between the two children stayed the same.

"Well." The boy growled, refusing to be cowed. "Maybe I don't need a whiny girl trailing after me!"

Far from whining, the mechanic stiffened and glared.

Forgotten by both, Roy cringed. "I don't think Fullmetal is surviving this one," he commented to his aide.

Riza huffed. "As if you were much better."

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angry

Ever since Maes had met the man behind the Flame Alchemist, he'd wanted to scowl at the spineless saps who were so afraid of Roy's abilities that they gave him a wide, obvious berth.

For the last three days, though, Maes couldn't blame the poor bastards. Roy radiated a threatening power, and his ever-present smugness had been replaced by a hardened expression that sent war-seasoned soldiers scurrying into their tents.

"The last convoy has arrived safely to Central," he said. The one with an injured (seriously burned, said the rumor) Hawkeye.

Roy balled his fists.

Maes wondered, but didn't ask.

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annoyed

"I'm the Flame Alchemist," he muttered under his breath, keeping his pace slow so his companion could keep up. "I'm Colonel Roy Mustang. A legend before his thirtieth birthday who rises far above his contemporaries," he quoted from a recent women's magazine article.

He made a obligatory stop next to a tree. Waited.

"I'm feared across the country," he continued when their stroll resumed. "I'm called a hero. Not that those people should be believed," he added, looking down at the trusting dark eyes.

Those eyes blinked, curious.

Roy sighed. "I'm not a damned dog-walker."

Black Hayate wagged his tail.

16/06/09
TBC

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