God. I forgot how good it felt to write. Oh shoot look at that- It's raining XD I didn't even notice.
Umbrella
Roy Mustang hated rain.
Actually he just hated water in general; The fact that it had the wonderful ability to pour down out of the sky in buckets when he least expected it- that was a bonus.
After all, being known throughout the state as 'Flame' Alchemist, it had to make at least some sense. Sure, it was not unbelievable that he could hold such a title and enjoy the rain, but he'd have to be near insane to enjoy it in the first place. He didn't know anyone who actually enjoyed the rain.
Why would they?
A loud sigh.
The Colonel made his way along the street, watching as cars sped past. The skies were gray, seconds away from spewing the cold liquid down upon him. He was in no hurry- He'd had a bad enough day as it was, and there was no possible way for him to get home without being soaked anyway.
After a few minutes, the rain finally began to spew. Not enough to make anything wet. Just enough to annoy him.
No one liked rain.
Rain made you damp, and it made the skies gloomy. Most of the time it brought fog, which left that disgusting odour of pollution in it's wake. It made the streets slippery, it was cold, and made everything respond with that annoying tinging sound of raindrops on metal or plastic. Yes, you'd have to be a definite weirdo to enjoy it.
Roy stopped at the corner of a street, waiting for the cars to finish speeding past before he dared step onto the street, hands shoved into his pockets.
Just then, the rain began pouring.
The dark-haired man closed his eyes in defeat, waiting as the raindrops began pounding, soaking everything in sight, including himself.
Yet for some reason he was not wet.
He waited a few more seconds, thinking that maybe it had taken a moment or two for the rain to sink into his clothes.
He remained dry.
Finally, his eyes opened and his head tilted upward, silently demanding an explination. But the sky had turned completely yellow.
Roy blinked, trying to focus his eyes on the sudden brightening in color, and he realized it wasn't the sky he was looking at.
It was an umbrella.
Reality finally kicking in, his dark eyes followed the umbrella handle downwards, to the gloved hand clutching it, and the red sleeve attached to a smiling Edward.
"You're looking awful gloomy." He said, smiling widely.
Roy stared at him blankly for a second, as if he was missing a vital point.
"Well, it is raining."
Edward raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah...so? What does that have to do with anything?" He asked.
"Rain makes everyone sad. No one likes rain." Roy spoke slowly, as if speaking to an incompetent child.
"I like rain..." Ed said, just as slowly.
Roy sighed again.
A definite weirdo.
Suddenly, the traffic light changed, and Roy began to step reluctantly out of the umbrella.
"No, here, take it." Edward shoved the bright yellow umbrella into Roy's hands.
"I don't care if I get wet." He smiled again.
Roy couldn't help the small smile that slid onto his face as he turned back to look at Ed. Edward only looked confused for a second before the Colonel leant over quickly and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. Nothing fancy- a small token of gratitude.
And as Roy Mustang walked away, glancing at the look on Edward Elric's face-
The day suddenly seemed a little lighter.