Bloodlust

The outer office door banged open.

Second Lieutenant Havoc and Sergeant Major Fury looked up from their desks. Warrant Officer Farman just kept working; the less involved in this he was, the better.

The sound of metal stamping against the ground every other step seemed painful until you realized that steel had no feeling. When Edward Elric stormed into a room, kind of like how he was now, you would think entire buildings were crashing down with him on alternating steps.

The aforementioned Alchemist clanked over to Havoc's desk, the expression on his face one no man should ever have to see; unless, of course, they had done what Havoc and Fury did, in that case all bets were off.

"You." In that one word, Ed was able to convey both the threat of imminent death and dismemberment, and of prolonged suffering, which is no mean feat, not to mention the several levels of hell and a curse word or two.

Havoc replied with all the innocence he could muster. "Yes Boss?" His voice may have squeaked more than he would have necessarily liked, but can you really blame him? Most people would have wet their pants by now if they had the Fullmetal Alchemist looking at them with even half the intensity Havoc was currently the recipient of.

"Don't you 'yes Boss?' me." Ed snapped before spinning on his metal heel so that he could stare down Fury as well. Farman tried as hard as he could to make himself as small as possible. He could only pray it was working; he didn't envy his fellow soldiers one bit.

Fury wilted under the alchemist's glare, hands shaking noticeably, not to mention the ink splashing all over his desk and uniform. He knew he shouldn't have listened to Havoc when the Lieutenant had told him he had a plan; would he ever learn? Fury sighed, probably not, considering it was Havoc who kept convincing him to go along with all sorts of crazy schemes, anyone else would have been out of luck.

As Ed's golden stare returned to him once again, Havoc found himself, for the first time in his life, wishing that Hawkeye would come out of the Colonel's office to see what was going on; it wasn't like Mustang was actually in there anyway, and this could very well be a matter of life and death, it the somewhat homicidal gleam in Fullmetal's eyes was anything more than an illusion.

"Which one of you," Ed growled, glaring at both Havoc and Fury in turn. His eyes were nothing more than narrow slits now and Havoc would swear on his life (which was looking rather like it was going to be abruptly ended any minute now), that they had ceased to be gold and were instead glowing red in a particularly demonic way. "Which one of you," Ed repeated, somehow managing to tower over them, despite his own somewhat negotiable height. "decided that it would be a good idea to inform Al that I'm sleeping with Mustang?"

You had to give the poor boy credit; he hadn't strangled either Havoc or Fury yet, which was quite the feat considering the rather impressive amount of bloodlust currently pulsing in his veins.

"Oh," Havoc remarked weakly. "So that's why he's so late."

Ed pounced.

All good things in time.

End