A/N: This chapter is a little bland…sorry. I still have some major writing block with this :(
On a side note, I reallyyyy need some people to enter my contest! I only have one contestant so far TT^TT;
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Disclaimer: I don't own FMA. I do, however, own Bryn and any other OCs.
The Plan part 1
"Geez, it's no wonder people think you're my kid!"
I whirled around to see Mustang looming over me, chuckling and stroking some invisible beard. A shudder overtook me at the memory of the picture of him at the end of anime, with that sad excuse for a mustache. Seriously, what the hell was Bones thinking?
"Hey, Colonel Bastard," Ed growled with a smug look on his face.
"Hey yourself, Pipsqueak."
"WHO'RE YOU CALLING SO SMALL YOU NEED A MAGNIFYING GLASS TO SEE HIM!"
Hughes let out a sigh and ran a hand through his black hair. "Honestly, Roy, if you're going to start a fight, can you at least take it somewhere else? I want to talk to my daughter."
Mustang shrugged and smirked. "Don't you have work to do, Hughes? You can talk to your daughter later."
Hughes shook his head and stuck out his tongue in a childish manor. "Some people don't slack off and actually get their work done early."
I chuckled while Ed snickered, opening his mouth to make a remark about the Colonel before he was interrupted.
"So, Ed, it would appear that I'm going to have to fight you in this battle assessment you proposed to the Fuhrer," Mustang said with a grin.
"Shut your mouth, stupid bastard!" Ed snarled, clenching his fists so tightly that I expected his auto-mail to break. "And wipe that grin off of your face! I'm gonna beat you in this battle and then…and then…." He paused, taking deep, angry breaths. It reminded me of a bull getting ready to charge.
"And then what, Edward?" The older man asked with a smirk. His onyx eyes sparkled with a challenging gleam.
"I don't know what, Mustang!" Ed snapped. "But I'll be better and more popular than you!"
Mustang rolled his eyes, his smirk broadening. "Wonderful comeback, Ed."
While Ed screamed at Mustang, the Lt. Colonel grabbed my arm and dragged me away from the ongoing argument and into his office. He shut the door quickly and locked it with a sharp 'click'.
"What's up?" I asked, my voice laced with mild curiosity.
The man turned to me, his eyes gleaming mischievously. "I have a plan."
I raised an eyebrow. "About..?"
"Our mission, of course!" Oh. Right. That. "I have a plan that will most defiantly get them together."
I felt myself begin to grin. It was that excited gleam in his eye again. Damn it. "Well?" I asked. "Let's hear it, then."
"Okay, so you're a girl, right?"
I shot him a look. "Well, unless I'm a man with boobs and a vagi—"
"Okay, okay, okay!" Maes cried, waving his hands furiously for me to stop. "That was a rhetorical question. Anyways, since you are clearly a girl, that means you should have handwriting at least somewhat similar to Hawkeye's."
"Sexist, much?"
"Not trying to be," he replied with a shrug. "So can you?"
"Write like Riza? Maybe. Depends on how her handwriting is." I leaned back against a desk behind me, gazing at Hughes suspiciously. 'What is he up to?'
"Um..." he said, walking over to his desk. He kneeled down and pulled open a drawer, rummaging around for a bit, mumbling to himself. I heard a small 'aha!' as he grabbed something out of the drawer and shut it.
The Lt. Colonel stood and wiggled what appeared to be a birthday card in his hand, holding it between his thumb and index finger. I moved over—a little cautiously—to take it.
On the front of the card was a colorful cartoonish picture of a cupcake with a big 'HAPPY BIRTHDAY' typed at the bottom. I flipped it open to see some cursive-ish handwriting scribbled inside. 'Happy birthday, Elysia! –Aunt Riza' it read.
I closed the card and tossed it on Hughes's desk. "Alright, I can do that."
He picked it up and handed it back to me. "I'd keep this, if I were you. You're going to need it."
"Alright," I said, folding the card in half and stuffing it in the butt pocket of my pants. "But before you tell me what this plan is, I have a question."
"Yes?"
"Why do you have your daughter's birthday card? Isn't that something she should have?"
Hughes let out an indignant huff and folded his arms across his chest. "Well, yes. I snuck into her room last night to get it."
"But…we started our mission this morning…."
"No," he corrected me. "You joined my mission this morning. This was something I started a while ago. I came up with the plan yesterday. I just needed to find someone who would be willing to help that could forge Hawkeye's handwriting."
"Okay, well, anyway, let's hear this plan of yours."
His eyes twinkled mischievously and he grinned. "Since you're a girl, that means you can also get into the girl's locker room. I can easily copy Roy's handwriting, so all you have to do is take the note I write to Hawkeye and stick it in her locker."
"Wait," I said. "I don't know her combo. So how..?"
"Just slip it into one of the cracks in the door of the locker," he replied smoothly, as though he had anticipated my question. I began to wonder how long he'd really had this planned. "And I'm sure you'll be able to get away. You could run an errand for someone."
I nodded. "That's what my job while I'm stuck here, I guess. But where's the locker room?"
"You can ask your aunt for a map of the building." I nodded again and he continued. "We'll exchange the notes in the morning, since Hawkeye and I arrive at about the same time. Just meet me down in the mess hall."
"What am I supposed to write on the note?"
"Just write 'Meet me at Central Park at 7 tonight' and sign it with your aunt's name. Don't do her first name, though. Just her rank and last name."
"Okay. And I assume you'll write the same thing?" I asked.
"Yep! And if your aunt isn't comfortable with leaving you alone at home, suggest that I watch you."
I grinned. Hughes was wearing off on me. "I can't wait to see what happens."
He returned my grin and nodded. "Yeah, it's gonna be one hell of a show."
"Hey," we both jumped as someone knocked on the door. "Me and the kid gotta get back to the office." It was Mustang.
"Alright," Hughes said, unlocking the door. "She's all yours." I stepped out in front of Mustang and looked up at him innocently. Hughes gave him the same innocent look. Mustang looked back and forth between us suspiciously.
"What're you two up to?" he asked. His voice sounded annoyed.
"Nothing," I replied sweetly, walking down the hall ahead of him (and sticking my tongue out at Ed when I passed him). "Let's go."
The Colonel narrowed his eyes but followed me. Once we turned the corner and were in the hallway leading back to the office, he spoke. "What did Hughes want with you?"
"Oh, he just thought I'd rather not listen to you and Ed fighting and showed me some pictures of his daughter," I replied. I hoped he didn't think I replied too quickly.
He sighed and ran a hand through his messy black hair. "Sorry 'bout that. Hughes is a little….obsessed….with his daughter."
I grinned. "It's fine. Although I have to admit, it would've been much more entertaining to watch you guys fight."
Mustang went silent, gazing down at his feet. He looked like he wanted to say something, but was obviously deciding against it.
"What?" I asked. "Something wrong, sir?"
"Not really," he replied casually with a smirk, though I thought it looked a bit forced. "I was just thinking…"
"Whoa, wait. You were thinking? That's astonishing. Was it hard?" I really couldn't help myself.
He glared at me. "I was thinking that we need to tell Edward about your situation."
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