A/N: This is set during Chapter Seventeen, with the month trial. Hence the name. Enjoy!
Oh, yeah.
Disclaimer: Roses are red, violets are blue.
Hiromu Arakawa owns FMA, not me or you!
Mati: ...Acceptable.
The Month Trial
"For the record, this is not my fault!" I screamed as we ran from the mob.
"Then who threw the pancake in the boss's face?!"
"Do you know how much they buttered it?! It's slippery! You could have done it! And you didn't help by ranting and trying to beat him up! In fact, that's probably what started this!"
"He called me short!"
...Let's back up.
Ed, Al and I were in Miliano, looking into a lead to the Stone. I was still on probation, so they were trading off on keeping an eye on me at all times.
Which led us to a pancake house.
Let me clarify something. I am a huge pancake freak. Me + a plate of pancakes = happiness.
So, when we happened to pass a pancake place, I just had to go.
"Please, please, please, please, pleasepleaseplease!" I begged, pulling on Ed's coat. I had gotten a new suit of my own. It was a royal blue cloak with a red Flamel cross fastener and a hood. Now, it was rapidly getting muddy.
Ed withstood my pleads for a few minutes before he gave in. "Fine." He snapped, turning around. "We'll go to your stupid restaurant."
"Yay!" I cheered, letting go and dashing to the pancake house.
I opened the door and groaned as the smell hit me. So...buttery...and...fluffy…
Ed came in after me, sniffing the air. "Huh. It actually smells good."
"Of course it does! Pancakes are life!" I sat down at a booth. "Now, get me some pancakes."
"Moocher." He muttered, sitting down as well.
About 1400 cenz and multiple pancakes later, I was truly stuffed.
"Ugh." Ed groaned. "I don't think I need to eat for a few years now."
"They're good, aren't they?" I grinned.
He was about to answer when the restaurant door opened. In stepped a huge gang. They looked very menacing. Most of them had tattoos on every visible part of their body. Others had piercings in multiple places. I saw one with a neck piercing. Gross.
The room went silent as people saw them. The man in front of them all-I assumed that he was the boss-stepped forward and looked down at the cowering man at the counter. "The usual." He said in a gravelly voice.
As the terrified man scurried to complete the order, I decided to go back to my food. I had just one pancake left. It was the best of the batch-full of the butter that its brothers had spilled.
I tried to spear it with my fork and it went flying off of the plate.
Guess where it landed?
On the leader's face.
If the room could get any quieter, it did. The leader slowly turned to look at me. I gulped. "Uh, hi?" I managed to squeak.
He made his way over to us and glared for a second. Finally, he spoke, his voice low and menacing. "Do you and your midget boyfriend have a problem? Cause I could solve it for you."
Ed tuned him out at the word midget(which was pretty lucky because I was blushing at the boyfriend part). Before the guy knew it, he was flying over the restaurant counter and crashing into the wall. He was out before he could even say 'Ow'.
"WHO ARE YOU CALLING SO SHORT HE NEEDS STILTS TO GET AS TALL AS A REGULAR PERSON'S KNEES?!"
The other gang members looked at us. All of their attention was on us now.
"THEY DOWNED THE BOSS! GET THEM!" One of them screamed, running towards us. The other followed.
We decided to run. On the bright side, we left the pancake house a nice tip.