A/N. Well, I'm awfully sorry for the long wait guys! *glances over at computer and realizes other stories still haven't been updated* Ooo, better get started on those sometime soon…*sheepish smile* well, I've got this one, and ya'll probably haven't read the others, so no biggie. Here we go, second chapter, story Asymmetrical belongs solely to Destined to Repeat, who has been kind enough to lend it to me for the time being.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own FMA or little snippets in beginning.
2) When Ed joined the military, he had shouted, insisted, sworn that he was doing this strictly, one-hundred-percent for Al, and he would never ever ever think of his commanding officer as anything more than a means to an end. Half a year later, he was blushing angrily and asking for an allowance.
-Destined to Repeat
Ed frowned.
"Dang it Mustang, stop laughing!" But Mustang was doubled over at his desk, and Breada wasn't even bothering to hide the howls of laughter that robbed him of his breath. Even Hawkeye had cracked a smile. Ed's cheeks started to flush, but at least he wasn't cursing the Lieutenant Colonel out or breaking things…Yet. But if the Colonel continued as he had for the past four minutes and three seconds, Ed wouldn't be able to keep from doing something, especially since he had manages to keep Al from coming along this one time.
"Mustang, I swear if you don't shut up right now I'll tell every single woman in Eastern Command that you're married and have three kids." That shut the Colonel up pretty fast. (Breada was an entirely different matter, as he looked like he might die from lack of oxygen.) Roy tried to draw his composure back by recalling events long before this. (Six months, almost to the day, to be precise.)
Ed glared.
"Don't look down at me, you jerk. The one and only reason I'm here is because of Al, and the only reason I would ever listen to you was because you had something I needed. Got it?" He'd asked. Mustang had smirked, glad to have someone with a bit of fight left in them on his team. He nodded sagely at the fiery young blonde alchemist, feigning a serious attitude.
"I can believe that." He'd said, and Ed had nodded.
"Good." He'd glared around the office then, meeting each of his fellow subordinate's eyes before turning and storming out of the room. As soon as the door slammed shut behind him and Al, who he'd picked up from the front desk where he'd been talking with the guard , Breada spoke up.
"Kid's got guts, Boss." Mustang had nodded again, an amused smirk on his face.
"He won't be that hard on us after a while."
They had finally reached that point, six months later, when Ed wouldn't have such high walls coming into the military offices so that Mustang and his team could tell when Ed was worried about something, and not just when he was pissed. They could tell when he was hiding something and when he wasn't. They could tell all sorts of little things about Ed that no one who hadn't spent six months with the irritable teen wouldn't have been.
So when the blonde came in sans Al, they couldn't help but become a little on edge. The red blush creeping up the side of his neck and his restless hands informed the soldiers that nothing had happened to the younger Elric but they were all curious as to why Ed had come to the office all. (It was a well known fact that Fullmetal hated walking so far to the large white building.)Because of the unexpected visit and the odd sight of a flustered Fullmetal, all of Mustang's subordinates had quieted down enough so that they could hear what Ed and Roy were talking about.
Almost as soon as the words had come out of Ed's mouth, the whole office had erupted into a cacophony of laud laughs.
"Um, I was just wondering… isn't there some sort of military budget I'm supposed to be getting?"
"Fullmetal, did you just ask for an allowance?"
A/N. …yeah. That's kinda sad. The next one will be better, I swear! This one was just kind of self explanatory, but the next one will be better. Promise!
-Shadow
