DK: Wells…here's the third chappie….it really sucks this time, believe me! It's utterly fucked up. I'm just really horrible at stories that have chapters….Maybe I should stick to one-shots…Wells, here's the story…
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Hughes was already up and about when it was dawn. Sure he was in slight pain, but the pain was crushed by his excitement. As for the pain, it was the cause of some minor burns that he had gotten when he had entered the room that Roy and Fury had been looked up in.
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Hughes has opened the door, and skipped into the room happily to see what had happened between the two men, despite what Riza had said about Fury staying away from Roy. He was greeted by a pyromaniac that had thrown small fireballs at him.
"Don't try this again Hughes, just don't. Anyways, if you wanted something to have happened, you should've chose better, Fury fainted before I even did anything," Roy said, a bored look upon his face, as he left the room, "I will be going back to my office now, and do not disturb me."
Hughes just rubbed the areas where Roy had burned him, which were his chest and parts of his arms.
When Roy was out of sight, Hughes turned to the unconscious Fury. Seeing that Fury's hair was slightly tussled, his clothes slightly wrinkled at some parts, and that there was a small blush still evident upon his cheeks, Hughes lips cracked into a big grin.
"They did something…yes…they did…So…the arrows must really work…I guess I have to shoot him again then, it seems as if it lost it's effect since he just left Fury without a second glance…or maybe because he doesn't like Fury…or…it could be both!" Hughes spoke to himself.
"But still…Something must've happened!" Hughes sang, as he skipped around the room.
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Sure, Gracia had been worried, but then again, Hughes seemed to get hurt easily when he was annoying someone at work, so all she had done was fuss a bit.
Now, Hughes was planning again. He was planning on whom to try pairing Roy up with.
'Since Fury didn't seem to work that well with Roy…I guess I have to pick someone else…hmm…Ooo!" Hughes squealed like a little girl as he thought up the perfect person.
'I know who! This will be perfect!' Hughes said, as he put back on his outfit. The 'Cupid' outfit. Yes, again, Hughes was wearing nothing but a diaper and a quiver upon his back, bow in hand.
Hughes left his house and headed for work.
When he reached the building, he looked around to make sure that no one was watching him. He entered quietly, and entered the darkness, letting the shadows engulf him.
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Roy entered his office, and sat down behind his desk. He sighed, and then glared at the stack of paperwork in front of him. He shook his head and began reviewing, signing, and burning the horrid documents. As he was working the colonel didn't notice a shadow looming over him, until the shadow blocked the light coming from the windows. Just as Roy was turning around, a cloth that smelled strange covered his mouth and nose. Roy inhaled, and slowly his eyesight was getting fuzzy, and he could feel himself giving way to the coming darkness. But right before he fell unconscious, he felt some sharp objects being stuck into his arm.
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Roy groaned as he slowly opened his eyes. He was slightly blinded by the sudden invasion of light to his eyes. He found himself chained to a bed, his coat gone, his shirt unbuttoned, and his pant's button also unbuttoned. His gloves also off his hands
Roy raised his head off the pillow slightly.
"Ugh…Where am I? Where are my gloves! Where is my coat! Why the fuck are there chains on me!" Roy said as he looked around the room.
He spotted someone behind a screen-1-.
"Hey you! Behind the damn screen! Get over here and unchain me!" Roy yelled, as he struggled against the chains.
"Coming!" a voice sang from behind the screen, "Just try to make yourself comfortable!"
Roy got a weird look on his face.
'Why would I want to make myself comfortable! I want to be let free! How can I be comfortable in chains!' Roy thought, as he continued struggling against the chains.
Roy finally got annoyed, knowing that struggling wouldn't work against the chains.
'If only I had my gloves!' Roy thought angrily.
Suddenly, the bed sank down on Roy's left slightly.
Roy moved his head slightly to see who it was, hoping that it was at least a woman.
The sight that greeted him made Roy grimace.
"What the fuck! What are you doing! And…Why the hell are you naked!" Roy asked, immediately averting his eyes, and turned his head to the right instead, "Get away from you…love me?" the person asked, mock hurt in his voice. The person began tracing circles on Roy's chest, causing Roy to shudder.
"Don't touch me! And, get some clothes on!" Roy roared.
"But…Colonel! Hughes said that you seemed to look at me more than ever! Especially when…I have my shirt off…He said that you thought that I was sexy and that you wanted to get laid by me…"the person said, licking Roy's earlobe slightly, causing Roy to squirm.
"Armstrong! Stop it now! Hey! Don't you even dare! Armstrong!" Roy screamed out, as Armstrong just smirked.
"Don't do what? This?" Armstrong's head went down, and his tongue drew circles on Roy's chest.
"ARMSTRONG!YOU BETTER FUCKIN STOP IT!" Roy was obviously pissed off now.
Armstrong didn't seem to notice, and continued, this time he went as far as to bite parts of Roy's chest and neck.
Roy swore he was going to kill Hughes for this, after lots and lots of torture…
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Roy groggily opened his eyes. He moved slightly and discovered that his arms and legs were free of chains. He also noticed that Armstrong was no longer in the room, and he let out a sigh of relief.
He looked around the room and spotted his clothes on the ground next to the bed.
Roy got off the bed and bent down to pick up his clothes and quickly put them on.
Then he shuddered.
'Gah! I feel so dirty! So contaminated…I have lost my innocence! And not by my own free will either! Okay…fine…maybe we didn't go that far…but still…I'm just lucky that I remembered that he had to meet the Fuhrer…' Roy thought as he shuddered once more, remembering where Armstrong's lips had stopped before he had reminded Armstrong about the meeting.
Roy grimaced, and stormed out of the door, looking for Hughes.
"HUGHES WHERE ARE YOU! I SWEAR I'M GONNA FUCKIN KILL YOU FOR THIS!" Roy roared out as he stormed through the hall.
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TBC
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DK: Fine I admit it, I tried to hard, it's not even funny…but…I just wanted to update…please forgive me! T.T I promise that I will revise this chapter and the last chapter as soon as I can…again…I am sorry! TT Wells, please R&R or flame! And, no, I didn't mean to insult Armstrong or any of his fans in anyway. I just needed a character…so…as a future note…most characters will most likely be OOC!