Ch. 12 - Those Eyes.
(Mustang)
Groaning and staggering through the door, weary in his eyes and a hint of whiskey on his breath (well, probably more than a 'hint'), Mustang slammed the door shut behind him and collapsed heavily onto his couch. Arms spread out over the back of the furniture and his head tipped back in what looked like an uncomfortable position, the man said nothing- the night's events replaying over and over in his head. Ed; the man kept seeing the alchemist's face clear as day…and he couldn't get the boy's new look out of his mind. The Edward Elric he knew had changed, not for the worse, but for the better…for the most part. He had to admit that he was definitely caught off-guard by the alchemist's appearance.
The Edward of today was no longer the shrimp he could make fun of- now, he was leanly built, supple in strength (though he hadn't ever really lacked it to begin with), and was only half a head shorter than Mustang himself…if even that! The male's long, golden-blonde hair was pulled over his left shoulder…and braided just short of his waist- god! What was it about that look that just made him feel completely obsessed with the Elric? Maybe he really was going crazy! The Fuhrer shook his head, trying to rid his head of the wonderfully handsome image of the elder of the two Elric brothers. He frowned and stared at the ground solemnly- how could he drool over mental images of the once-small male, thinking those kinds of things after the last look he'd seen behind those troubled, honey-hued eyes?
Standing from the couch and trudging into his kitchen, the man pulled out a bottle of wine and a glass, stumbling to his dining room table and flopping down in a chair. Placing the glass on the table, the Flame Alchemist opened he bottle unceremoniously and poured himself a generous amount of the wine. This cycle continued on for an hour or so, the man sipping, finishing, and refilling his cup several times. By the time the Fuhrer had stopped drinking, his arms were lain on the table, empty bottle and glass slightly less than half-full pushed back as his face was hidden in his sleeves. This was exactly how Hawkeye and Havoc found him…still sound asleep and drowsy from his wine intake.
After the two stared at the man in sympathy, Hawkeye made her way over and pulled out her gun, taking aim and shooting the bottle void of liquid from it's place on the table. Well- that'd done it- over went the chair and Mustang as he'd awoken with a start, sending him and the piece of furniture backwards to the floor. Even if she did feel bad for him…Riza would still be Riza. "Come now, Fuhrer Sir…you can't well sleep like this all night- about time to retire to bed, isn't it?" The man glared unfocusedly up at the woman, grumbling quite unhappily as Hawkeye placed her gun back in it's holder at her side, taking one arm and pulling him to his feet as Havoc did the same on the opposite side. Hawkeye on his left and Havoc on his right, he allowed himself to be dragged back to his bed…though not without its grumbles of complaints.
"All right Sir- in you go!" Havoc said, the three entering the man's bedroom and assisting Hawkeye in pulling back the covers and sitting the drunken man on the bed…whom immediately fell backwards to lie on his bed. Riza sighed and eyed Havoc, walking towards the door and telling the man that she was leaving the rest to him as she closed the door and stood outside it quietly. She knew the reason for the man's excessive drinking that night…and she'd had her suspicions…even when the young alchemist and his knight of a brother had only recently joined the military to research the Philosopher's Stone. Mustang had a weakness, or a soft-spot, for the Elrics…but…mainly one in particular of the two. Though he might have thought he'd hid it well…Hawkeye was no fool; her instincts as a woman lead her to believe that it was the truth. The constant bullying and name-calling...the irritated and cocky attitude...and the constant spacing out. It was like the classic 'picking on the girl you like' thing young boys sometimes tended to do. Though...his target was definitely not a female- which still shocked her to this day…considering the man's past of womanizing acts.
Roy Mustang indeed had eyes for none other than Edward Elric.
Another chappie complete! Again, I know it's not long..but..this is the only way I can really seem to get the story to move..some are longer..some are shorter. x.x; Please don't hate me..!