Alright! Chapter seven!
Now I don't want to ramble But I was google imaging some good fan art smut of my various ships. And man! Google never fails me.
Anyway another thing I wanted to adress was my Fiction Writing Music Playlist is running dry. SO FOR THE SAKE OF MY CREATIVE BRAIN JUICES. I hoping everyone can Comment/ PM me their favorite creativity inspiring songs. Or maybe just you favorite songs. I AM OPEN TO ALL GENRES, LANGUAGES,etc. Just anything and everything will help. and It would be kind of cool to touch base with my readers. SO YEAH GET YOUR SONG REQUEST/ SUGGESTIONS ON !
ALSO I promised LilianaRosana -Thx again
(narrate)
"I found this outdated map of the terrain. Though it doesn't give reliable locations of the mines, it does still give a good layout of the perimeter and area of the field itself." Handing an well aged roll of paper to his superior, Ed walked around to the other side of a large boulder they were presently using as a table.
Opening the map, Roy simply made a low sound of dissatisfaction at the state of the wretched wrinkly thing. Though they had found a good sized shade tree to sit under, The heat from the gleaming sun seemed to make it it's goal to fry them. Roy was sweating- not a lot but enough for him to present a handkerchief to wipe the small drops perspiration off from his brow. He had even unbuttoned his uniform jacket down to the first breast pocket. Edward on the other hand was hot too. But never once did Mustang see him move a muscle to wipe at sweat that somehow wasn't there.
He has so much hair. And so many layers... how is he not sweating? It wasn't just too long ago that he complained yet again that it was hot. He was complaining yet not sweating. What...?
Shaking his head, He simply joined the youth in looking over the map.
"The village is here in this spot.. and this must be where the area starts. I can make a earth barrier going around here.. and ..hm." Stopped short of his brainstorming Edward looked down to the field thinking about something..
" I was considering marking and graphing the field into sectors and recording our progress by flaming the grass in a grid pattern. There can be a simple center line that can lead up to your barrier Full-metal."
Hoping that was probably what his subordinate paused to think about, Roy glanced over to the field and Edward gave the map a meaningful look.
"Alright then lets-..." stopping again Edward thought of something, Roy narrowed his eyes as he noticed a sour look forming on Edward's face as he slowly turned towards the older man.
"So colonel do you mind filling me in on the living arrangements that were 'taken care of?' "
"Come again?" With a sly smirk, Mustang smugly relaxed himself forwards onto their boulder table.
"Don't even.." Growling, the shorter blonde leaned forward as well though more aggressively.
" Alright! I'll tell you!" Holding his hands above his head, in mock guilt Roy's smug smirk returned as he pointed to a small structure in the center back of the field.
Squinting his golden eyes, Ed felt even more irritated at the half-assed response and the shitty answer.
With a frustrated and sent a huff and a glare to Mustang that pretty much said on it's own,You already know what I want to say bastard!'
"Full-metal when was the last time you checked your luggage?"
"I don't know... when we left Central."
"So would you mind reiterating to me exactly had transpired on our trip from Central to here?"
"Well the car.."
Thinking to himself Ed did kind of wonder what did happen with that. There were no other vehicles on the road with them at the time since in was a one way. And there weren't any large boulders or anything..
Sending another look to the grinning black haired man, getting the unspoken message he made a sound as a thought came to him.
"I would have thought that you would have put it together by now, but we ran over a mine. We were South of the village.. or rather way over there going through the back part of the field." Pointing in a direction to a small clear area beyond the trees, Roy motioned his head to look. Now Ed could see it.
There were glimmering pieces of metal debris scattered across a dirt road.
"Ah... well that happened and we were in that clinic for a few days."
"Alright then. Now between the time of the accident and our time in the clinic laying hurt and what not, did you really expect our wallets to have been safe?"
Narrowing his now wide eyes into thin slits, Edward clinched his hands into hard fists and headed for the village.
"Oh if that's the case then I'll get our wallets back." The younger alchemist hissed as a vein on his temple became strangely visible.
With a swift snap of gloved fingers a short burst of flame to where he was headed, made Ed step back at light speed. Chuckling at the immediate retreat, Roy redirected the flame towards the field.
Seeing that their operation was beginning, Edward cracked his neck with a tenacious look.
Ed POV
"FULLMETAL PUT UP THAT BARRACADE!"
Having long discarded both our coats in the hot beaming sun, sudden yet graceful sharp and bright flashes of red and orange fire clashed with the swaying vitality of green grass and dead brown growth in geometric turns and cracks under the same blinding light.
Pops and crackles from the carefully controlled flame seemed to differ from it's master.
Despite all of the insult material Roy provided for me...at that moment... I could do nothing but stare. The heat of the sun and the sway of the breeze seemed to affect the way that my eyes took in the scene.
In the swaying collage of green grass, brown dead weeds, and a rainbow of wild flowers and unsteady leaves... among the flames and systematic screeches of burning vegetation, it seemed as though each and every one of Mustangs moments were part of an elaborate dance. Aggressive thrusts of his muscle bound arms and sharp combinations of kicking and jumping with well toned legs seemed to create a balance of stern control. Turning in various directions with his navy blue jacket flapping submissive manner around his waist. I couldn't help but stare at the raw force coming from rhythmic snaps that resulted in more awe inspiring lighting-like streaks of raging fiery forces that was feared by the general populace.
His dark hair seemed as though it was a black fire of sorts as it blew every which way with each of his grinding yet graceful sweeps with the corresponding wind.
The light blue cotton button shirt he wore against his bare sweating skin clung to his bare back and coiled limbs. It donated much to the imagination of onlookers as it clearly and flawlessly outlined each manly roll and tensing of his defined and chiseled back muscles. Sweating heavily, His energy seemed to flow through him as his bare sculpted but subtly toned chest heaved with each breath that ripped it's way into his lungs. His life force and vitality was so raw and in it's purest form. I knew it was just to do the job right...but each of his ripping movements and hard jerks seemed so... sexual. It was sexual in full sense of the word... it's primal and rough nature the irritated erotic fire... all of it.. in him.
If I don't look away... he'll notice..but there's no way I can possibly tear my eyes from...this man who is obviously way out of my league.
an hour later...
An audience.
Right there.
A whole goddamn audience.
I noticed a small group of curious eyes mixed in with a few lusty ones.. but that was just a few people.. but how the hell did the number accumulate.
"ugh.."
Within the last hour, a few bright white clouds collected in the blue sky to- thankfully relieve us of the hot sun. But that of course did not really help with the pre-exsisting heat. I had totally discarded my shirt and out of irritation, I had taken down my braid. But now that the air was somewhat sticky and thick with a smoke smell, The idea of re-braiding my hair just was not a possibility. So it hung there sticking to my back and shoulders
"Roy... looks like you have new fans." I spat towards him as he lay under the shade. His long legs were outstretched and he supported his torso weight with a locked arm.
"hnn..?" as though a wondering train of thought was brought to an unexpected halt, he absentmindedly looked over to the intense hoard of female onlookers. Then, with a halfhearted wave, the imaginary hearts in their eyes somehow exploded with estrogen.
"Is someone jealous?"Mustang retorted.
Yes.. Yes I am jealous.. But not fully about you asshole. Am I not the type of person you want lusting after you? Or do I need different organs to fill that role?
That bitterness.. again. Tch!
Smacking at a mosquito that bit my arm, I scratched the spot. It stung a little but the sting was comforting against the harsh thought.
All of that I wanted wanted to say and much more was pushing against my teeth yearning for release but.. right now isn't the time...
Instead of saying anything, I let out a huff as I lay backwards onto a large round rock..
Roy POV
" Oi Fullmetal wake up we have to get moving before it gets dark...dammit wake up!"
Once again I nudged the blonde's sleeping figure and he wouldn't move. With a soft snore he simply groaned.
Bringing my palm to my forehead I just shook my head.
This guy...
But he does look peaceful. Kind of like a while ago back in my office when I knocked him out... Ha ha if he had just listened to me about this mission..
Ha.
I still have to ask if he noticed a few inconsistencies with this mission. That is if he's noticed them or not. There is way more to this mission than I thought.
Either way he has to get up.. I wonder if he's ticklish.
Just like before Roy?
"What?"
Damn.. I can't be that tired ..yet I'm already hearing voices.
Whatever that was. Back to this.
I tried shaking his shoulder once more but just like before I just got a small snore.
Aw come on! Lightly slapping his stomach in exasperation. I wasn't prepared for a small giggle that I didn't even know could come from that normaly foul, grumpy mouth of his. But it was kind of funny. If I do it again I'll have to keep it light so I won't wake him up-
Wait. No no no. I shook my head. What am I even thinking?
Roy Roy Roy you're thinkin' tha' same way you used to...
"Maybe I am tired.."
Turning my hand over from palm to back I forcefully slapped dead center of his stomach. And stood back as I was immediately faced with an onslaught of drowsy muttered profanities and insults.
"Wvat the fwauk do yew ..want baastarrd." A sleepy Ed hissed.
Though I really want to take him seriously.. I couldn't he sounded like a drunk old man. Before I knew it a chuckle left my mouth.
"We have work to do. And your alchemy is involved. Wake up!"
(narrate)
"Where are we even going?"
"To the cabin I showed you earlier." Roy simply responded
"You do know that cabin is surrounded by mines right..?"
"Exactly. Which is perfect!"
I think he's finally lost it. But then again he looks totally serious. Edward thought to himself.
"That's where I'll need your alchemy. Along the side on the edge of the field- or no just a little bit behind the tree line I want you to make a camouflaged stone path that is stilted an inch and a half off of the ground. So the pressure of being stepped on doesn't set off any mines. However fork the path to areas where it touches the ground in case we get visitors."
"Visitors?"
"I'll tell you more about it once we get to the cabin."
Thinking about The observations he had yet to present to the younger alchemist, Roy felt an unpleasant prickling at his back. To prove his suspicions, He pulled out his lighter look over his back. And there it was. A tall dark figure stood close to the shadows observing towards their general direction... watching...
"Of course oh great Colonel." rolling his eyes at the older man, when they had finally reach the treeline, he clapped his hands and constructed the path.
The second he turned to the older man, Ed was met with a soft shove when he noticed something silver in the corner of his eye.
"Wha-"
"Don't say anything just walk."
"What's with the lighter?"
"I was using it as a mirror. Just keep walking we need to be quick.. We are being watched."
Picking up the ominous growl under Mustang's voice. Ed shut his mouth and briskly walked along the path towards the cabin.
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my Fiction Writing Music Playlist is running dry. SO FOR THE SAKE OF MY CREATIVE BRAIN JUICES. I hoping everyone can Comment/ PM me their favorite creativity inspiring songs. Or maybe just you favorite songs. I AM OPEN TO ALL GENRES, LANGUAGES,etc. Just anything and everything will help. and It would be kind of cool to touch base with my readers. SO YEAH GET YOUR SONG REQUEST/ SUGGESTIONS ON !
ALSO,I will honestly say. I loved/HATED writing this chapter. I had to go back to my previous chapters for reference.