A/N: After much thought on the matter, I've decided to make a 'story' that I could basically dump my dinky oneshots that I don't think deserve a place of their own. Each time I post a 'chapter' I'll replace the summary to correspond with that particular oneshot. These drabbles are unbetaed. If you see any mistakes, feel free to let me know.

The types of drabbles you see in here will be mixed. Parings will vary (if there are any at all) and will be either het or yaoi (though if there are parings I will put a warning as I know some people don't want to read yaoi, and some don't want to read het.) All drabbles contained within this 'story' will be rated K, K+, or T.

For those of you who decide to read these, let me thank you in advance. It will be nice to know that someone will read them instead of them gathering imaginary dust in my folders.

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Title: Lucky Pen
Type: Humor, non-yaoi
Pairings: None
Rating: K
Summary: Roy needs a pen and Breda has one.

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Breda scribbled something on his notepad and turned to Falman, ready to ask if the man could think of anything else they needed to get from Logistics when Colonel Mustang suddenly walked swiftly into the room.

Both Breda and Falman glanced up at their commanding officer as the man looked around for a moment. When Mustang's eyes fell on Breda's pen, he walked over and said, "Your pen. Give it to me."

Breda blinked and looked down at his pen before shaking his head. "I can't."

The colonel frowned before shaking a folder in Breda's face. "I'm supposed to have this back to Hawkeye in five minutes, now give me your pen."

The red-headed man gave his commanding officer an apologetic look. "I'm sorry, sir, but this is my lucky pen. I can't just let anyone use it."

"Your lucky... what are you talking about?" the colonel asked in irritation.

Breda pressed the pen close to his head and said, "It brings me all kinds of good fortune. I couldn't possibly let it go, even for such a short time..."

Looking a little exasperated, Mustang narrowed his eyes before digging in his pocket and pulled out a 20 cens bill. He slammed it down on the notepad the man was holding up and gave Breda an expectant look. "I'll give it back to you," the dark-haired man growled.

Sighing heavily, the lieutenant reluctantly handed over the pen and watched as the colonel stalked out of the room.

"I didn't know that was your lucky pen," Falman commented.

Breda shrugged and pocketed the money with a grin. "Neither did I."


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