Theme: 007. Crime and Punishment
Dedication: YourFavouitePlushie, thanks for your patience.
Disclaimer: If I owned Full Metal Alchemist, Pinako would be ruling as Fuhrer by now.
Angles
007. Crime and Punishment
"So, what is your punishment?" Roy had asked them all one day when she left the room for five minutes, a small smirk on his face as usual. The subordinates looked up at him, all sitting for a moment thinking. If any one of them admitted it outright, they knew it could mean something very unfortunate could happen. He was waiting for an answer however, so they knew they would all have to find a way to slip around the question. Plus, it was not like he did not have a punishment either. Infact, he was the one who was punished by her the most.
She was the punishment of Second Lieutenant Jean Havoc. When she would swipe the cigarette from his mouth swiftly, then placing it under her black boots and crushing it mercilessly with the stumpy heel of them. Her lips would purse in some form of prudeness and anger, her eyes narrowing into slants as she directly looked at him as if to ask why in hell he began to smoke to begin with. In her eyes, smoking was a crime. He would always smile nervously, running a hand through his hair with a sheepish grin. She did not need to know he only smoked so she would grab it from between his lips and he would get a perfect view of her pretty face.
"The perfect view."
She was the punishment of Lieutenant Breda Heymans. When he would show his crime of cynophobia, jumping away from Black Hayate quicker than anybody would probably ever see him him run from a madman if one was stupid enough to attack him. His second crime was when he left his jacket undone, and she would remind him with an unforgiving glare that uniform was not supposed to be worn in that way. She did not need to know that each time he did so, he committed a third crime by considering breaking the rules to tell her she looked sweet when she scrunched up her face like that.
"How sweet it looks."
She was the punishment of Master Sergeant Kain Fuery. Whenever one of the mechanical items he had repaired under her use broke, she would usually come straight to him to tell him that she wanted it working again straight away. Of course she never said it to the youngest of their group, but he was certain she thought it was a crime to have something so vital to her work not actually being able to do the job it was supposed to do was a crime in her eyes. Her soft reddish-brown eyes, which he would never tell her that he secretly enjoyed the colour of more than a normal man ever should.
"The colour of reddish-brown."
She was the punishment of Major Alex Louis Armstrong. Whenever he tried to excel himself, trying to push himself even a little further to get a great skill he thought he could pass on to the next generation of the Armstong family so one day in the future others would be able to say that skill had been in the Armstong line for generations. She never said it aloud, but he knew that even the ever hardworking Riza Hawkeye thought it was a crime to push yourself to hard. But he knew it would worry her greatly, and her expression to show this each time meant that he could never help himself from doing so anyway.
"Making people worry."
She was the punishment of Warrant Officer Vato Falman. She thought it was a crime that he was so formal, though she had never told him this directly. Even she must want him to lighten up a bit, just like the rest of them. However, she was yet to criticize his precision. He had never let her down when it came to that, but maybe that was why she never interacted with him all that much.
"My precision."
His smirk widened. They had known the crime they had committed. They had known the punishment. But it had not stopped them. Infact, they had never even considered that they might get caught. They all had a fascination with her. A strange fascination at that. But that did not mean he was the odd one out though. It was just that he had caught them out before they caught him.
"Well, at least I'm no different." Roy stated, placing his feet on the desk lazily. He heard some coughs and stifled laughter coming from Havoc, and sat straight back up. Riza stood there, her arms folded and looking at him angrily. Yes, Riza was their punishment. But that was just as well.
Roy loved punishments from her anyway.
Preview for theme eight: As much as they would like to think they were like normal people, they would never be able to walk down the store-lined streets talking about normal things. But who wanted to be a normal person anyway?
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