Well... We were uber-hurt by a friend today... So here you are. This drabble has no real point, or plot; it's just for Us to let out a bit of frustration.
Pairing: None
Disclaimer: Don't own it!
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GO FETCH
A scowl found its way to the boy's face as he slammed his fists on the desk. "No! I'm not doing it," he replied, glaring at the man in front of him. "I refuse to do it. You can't treat me... You can't treat me like some dog." He'd just been told where he'd be going for the next six months, which had turned out to be the front lines in the upcoming war between Amestris and Drachma... and military-be-damned, he was not happy about it.
The man's face twisted into its own scowl. "Look, Fullmetal," he replied finally. "I don't care what you think of this. You're going. Go fetch."
Something died inside Edward Elric, and he turned on his heel, hot tears burning in his eyes. He turned his head slightly, to look back at Roy and also to whisper. "Fuck... fuck you, Mustang. Fuck you." This hateful comment was backed up by Edward immediately storming out of the office, his tears left behind.
Roy watched him go, then turned in his chair. What he'd just done... How could he have said that? No... there was no way to change it now. "Ed... I'm so sorry," he mumbled.
His apology went unheard.