Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST

Illness

Fullmetal Alchemist, Edward Elric, sat on the front steps of East City headquarters. He took absolutely not notice of the people fearfully edging their way around him. His face told them to stay away. A muscle twitched above his already glaring eyes.

His expression grew even more sullen and angry as he replayed the scene in his head.

-Flashback-

"So, Fullmetal, you successfully only destroyed one building on this mission." The colonel glanced up at the already red-faced alchemist, his signature smirk stuck on his face.

"Shut up, at least I didn't level the whole damn city chasing that bastard," muttered Edward, stuffing his hands even deeper into his pockets.

"Fullmetal, when will you learn just to catch the perp and not destroy half the city?"

"At least I caught the guy." Ed muttered.

"Fine. Dismissed…for now." Ed turned on heel to rush out of the room, but the colonel's voice stopped him, "Oh and Edward, you only look shorter when you stuff your hands in your pockets like that."

"WHO'RE YOU CALLING SO SHORT HE COULD DROWN IN A RAIN DROP!?!?!?"

The colonel had just chuckled that smug (bastard) chuckle. Ed had just been about to transmute a hole under Roy's chair, when Hawkeye walked in to diffuse the situation (the "diffusing" involved many a gunshot).

-End Flashback-

Edward clenched and unclenched his hands slowly. That bastard Mustang. Why did he always smirk like that? Like he knew everyone of Fullmetal's thoughts (which mostly consisted of murderous intent).

Ed suddenly rose to his feet, causing his coat to swirl around him and the nearest passerby to jump about a foot into the air. He dashed down the steps and in the general direction of the military dorm he shared with his brother, Al

Ed burst through the door and sprawled on his bed without a word.

"Ed?"

Ed just grunted unhappily.

"The colonel again?"

Ed nodded against his pillow.

"Why do you let him get to you so much, nee-san?"

"Have you seen that smug bastard's face lately?" Ed growled, not looking up.

"No, I haven't seen him in weeks," Al replied.

"I don't know why, but lately whenever I see that smug bastard's face, I want to hurt or kill something!" Ed yelled, sitting up at last.

"You shouldn't worry about him Ed; just do what you always do. Ignore it, Ed. Let's just worry about finding the Philosopher's Stone."

Suddenly, Ed's face stilled and grew serious. He nodded swiftly and got up. "Well, I'm off to the library." Ed raced off with almost as much speed as he raced in. Al shook his head. He had been trying to distract his brother from the colonel, not make him rush off to study.

Ah, well.

The faster he got out the armor, the better.

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You love to tease him, don't you, sir." Riza Hawkeye said. It wasn't a question in the slightest, just a simple statement, but the colonel gave an answer anyway.

"It is so amusing to see him get redder and redder." Roy Mustang grinned into his interlaced fingers as he pictured the look on Ed's face.

"Sir, don't you derive just a little too much enjoyment from tormenting Edward?" Riza asked innocently, her face an emotionless mask.

"Hmm?"

"Nothing, sir."

Riza Hawkeye was the most observant person working in Roy's department. She noticed the glint in his eyes whenever he spoke of the diminutive alchemist. The glint came along with a sort of softness. It was well hidden, but Roy couldn't hide much from Riza.

She allowed herself a small, mischievous smile before drawing upon her "mask" and dropping a stack of paperwork onto the colonel's desk. Mustang suddenly remembered an urgent errand he had to run and quickly fled the room.

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Ed sat in a huge chair with his feet tucked underneath him. He had his newest alchemy book in his lap, but his eyes weren't moving.

His mind was on the colonel. He didn't know way that smug face kept popping up in his head. It was very distracting. His face started reddening and his heart pounding.

'Maybe I'm starting to get ill.' he mused. 'That could be the only reason for his heart jumping so quickly. Well, he was exhausted from his last mission. Ed put down his book and stretched in the big chair, and then snuggled into it comfortably. He would feel better after a short nap. Then he would be able to focus…and on alchemy, not that damn alchemist!

He didn't notice someone walk up behind him. Colonel Mustang looked down at his subordinate's sleeping face. His face was angelic in comparison to his normal, ticked-off expression. Roy reached down for Ed's coat which had been flung haphazardly o the floor and spread it over Ed. Ed mumbled something in auditable and shifted slightly.

Roy must have been getting ill too. His heart was beating a mile a minute.

-owari-

(THIS-DAMN-BAR-THINGY-WONT-WORK!!!!!)

Author's Notes:

SO HOW WAS THAT FOR A FIRST CHAPTER!?!??! This is actually my first fic ever although, it is not the first I've posted.  ALL reviews are welcome, even flamers.