By now you should know what I would put here based on previous chapters.
Chapter three: A Picture and a Piece of Blackmail
When Hawkeye stepped into the office the next day, she was shocked to hear her superior officer participating in a yelling match with someone behind the closed door of his private office. Shocked that her superior officer actually arrived before her for a change, that is. She had become rather used to random yelling outbursts from all the years of experience with one Edward Elric.
Speaking of Edward, wasn't it just a wee bit early for him to be showing up, especially here of all places? Even though his report was due to the colonel today, it would be highly unusual for him to miss out on a chance to aggravate the colonel by waiting to turn his report at least one day late, minimum. His average waiting time was about 2-3 days, and even when he did finally decide to turn his report in, he would try to wait until the colonel was almost ready to leave to office for the day, causing him to have to stay late and, according to Ed, "make that bastard late for one of his dates and hopefully cause him to lose a girl because she dumped him instead of the other way around for a change."
I wonder who the colonel is fighting with this time, and whether or not it really is Edward. Pondering this idea, she headed towards her desk; all the while listening intently to what could be overheard from the other side of the door, hoping for some type of clue to the identity of the unfortunate visitor.
"Jeez Roy, be careful with those gloves, you could really hurt someone!"
"That's the whole point." SNAP!
Well, guess that answers my question. Only Maes Hughes would ever even dare to throw comments like that while under siege from a flame attack.
Anyone that may have walked into the colonel's private office at that moment would have been witness to a scene most commonly associated with bickering children who decided to settle their fight by playing a sort tag-like game indoors.
And that was exactly what was happening, except for they were two grown men instead of children, and their game of tag included tagging with flames instead of the traditional touch-and-go. Plus there was bantering, can't forget that.
"Come on, it's just a picture, no need to get upset, Mr. All-High-and-Mighty Flame!"
"Mr. Flame, huh? Well, I think that it's about time for that picture to meet him!" SNAP! SNAP! SNAP!
"But that would ruin the picture!"
"Like I said before, that's the whole point!"
"But, but- Ahhh!"
Diving out of the way of one particularly nasty oncoming line of fire, Hughes fell to the ground rolling, sending his precious blackmail of a picture floating through the air towards the ground, where it landed in a small pile of soot and ashes, a result of yet another simple snap of the fingers.
"Aw, that was my only copy!"
"Serves you right, Maes Hughes, for even taking the picture in the first place!"
After a short lived silence, Hughes cautiously and courageously said "You know, I might still have the negati- Ahh! No Roy, I'm just kidding! Please, spare me, I'm your best friend, remember?"
Wisely opting for a hasty retreat, Hughes was on his feet and out the door before the sharpshooter even realized he ran by. And right on his heels was a clearly irritated and absolutely livid Colonel Mustang, with his fingers still in snapping position and- wait. Was that pink hair underneath the hat he was wearing? And why did said hat have a tiara glued to the front of it?
Struggling to keep her composure while witnessing the sight she was, she managed to inquire "Sir, wait! Why is your hair dyed a glittery hot pink? And why does the hat you're wearing in an attempt to try and hide it have a tiara glued to the front of it?"
Not even pausing for a moment, nor looking back over his shoulder, he replied, "Why don't you ask Lieutenant Colonel Hughes that, after all he is in the investigations department!" Hot on the trail of his escaping victim, he rounded the corner and disappeared out of sight, leaving behind a very confused first lieutenant. I wonder why they were arguing, and what made the colonel so upset. Having a handful of pictures, does irritate him, but never this much. I guess I'll just have to wait until he comes back to try and get a decent answer from him. Grinning as an afterthought
Okay, so I know that this chapter was relatively short. I actually ended up re-writing the majority of it, which made it longer than it originally was. Plus, this was really only going to be the first part of the chapter, but if I didn't divide it up, it would be as long as the first two combined (just a guess, I didn't actually check). The next part/ chapter will hopefully be longer again, then we'll be nearing the end of the story (which I still have to write! Oh no!).
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