A/N: I have… nothing to say here. :bites hand to keep from snickering: Please R & R!

32. Tales From a Desk Phone IV – Perfect Plan Part One

"Colonel!" Mistress Riza Hawkeye gasped as she dropped Penelope and me to the ground rather carelessly. We landed with a thud, bouncing slightly from the jarring fall.

We braced ourselves, our teeth clenched and backs arched, waiting for the imminent doom Master Mustang was about to impart. But it never came. Instead, Master Mustang stumbled and fell to the ground, clutching his abdomen.

It was dark and gloomy outside, but through the mist-like haze, I noticed that on the dark ground amid the pebbles and browning grass was blood. Deep crimson, it dribbled from between Master Mustang's fingertips and seeped into the ground. Penelope gasped; but I remained silent.

"Colonel, please, what happened?" Mistress Hawkeye cried, kneeling to inspect Master Mustang's wound. I heard the colonel sputter and choke, his voice sounding oddly toad-like as he croaked, "The homunculi… the homunculi…"

"What?" Mistress Hawkeye drew a sharp breath of shock. Penelope and I were shocked too; homunculi? What were they…?

Whoever they were, I realized with a smirk, they were good people. They had dealt my master excruciating pain, retribution! I grinned. Penelope, however, was holding back tears.

I turned to her. "Penelope, why…?"

She started to wail. What? Why? What's going on? Why are you crying, Penelope? Aren't you pleased to see that our master is hurt?

Mistress Hawkeye suddenly bolted to her feet and dashed inside the building, breathing heavily as she raced through the darkened hallways from which we had just escaped. I thought I saw tears streaked across her cheeks. It seems as if my only other ally has let herself break in pity of the evil Master Mustang.

In the brief silences between Penelope's sobs, I could hear Master Mustang dying. His breaths rattled and became more labored. Through a small opening in Mistress Hawkeye's bag, I could see his face – pale as his gloves, covered in sweat. Eyes closed, mouth grimacing, blood trickling from his cheek as well as his stomach. His fancy-pants uniform was stained all the way through.

And before Mistress Hawkeye returned, I alone saw Master Mustang slam his face into the dirt in a literal dead faint. And I grinned. My plan has worked perfectly…

Reviewer Responses!

MetalWing Alchemist: Ya know, I have no idea why I even watched the PPG movie… I wasn't that into PPG (haven't been since I was 7… lol, but a couple years ago or whenever it was, it was always on after Rurouni Kenshin when Toonami still aired it, so I'd watch it… :-P). Ya know what's so ironic? Up until 7th grade, I dressed up for school pictures. Then in 8th grade, I decided to be a rebel and wear a T-shirt and jeans. Now I go into a public high school and dress up again. I swear, I'm some kind of moron… Ah well. As for HP, I can't help but like the evil people. Malfoy is my favorite character (big shipper of Harry x Draco! Yummy! XDDD), so the person who killed the person who died is still okay in my book. I believe he had a justifiable reason for doing what he did, but that's more of a topic for forums, ne? Anyway, God, I LOVE Roy x Fuery… Fuery is my 2nd-favorite bishie in FMA, and pairing up the two hottest bishies in a show is like… YUMMY! But Roy x Ed is ultimately more delicious… There's just something so irresistible about taboo relationships… Ha ha. Thanks for the review!

Fading wind: Yeah, I liked that last drabble too. I can't help but feel SO BAD for Fuery-chan for missing out on what Roy said later… T.T :sniff: To answer your question, I went to a private school from kindergarten through 8th grade. It was a Catholic school with an entire population in the 2004-2005 school year of 242 students. Total. From kindergarten through 8th grade (my class had 26 kids). In private schools, you have to pay a hefty, expensive tuition fee to attend. Supposedly, it's supposed to be "better education". In my opinion, it sucks because you're sheltered from the rest of the world. You're just stuck in your little classroom full of preppy white Catholic kids and teachers who make you tuck in your shirt. Public school is, for the most part, free, and available to all kids. No lame-ass dress code is required, and nobody is forced to go to church every week. Hope that answers your question… Thanks for the review!

Blackrose Kitsune: Ha ha, yes, much tamer, ne? I guess old habits die hard; I used to be a hardcore yaoi "pr0n" writer… :sweatdrop: Couldn't resist. :-P I'm glad you liked the last one though! Thanks for the review!

K. A. Maples: Well, dead or alive, as long as you're reviewing, I'm happy. Ha ha, that sounds selfish, doesn't it:odd little smirk: Anyway, glad you enjoyed it. Thanks for the review!

Writerauthorguy: Aw, thank you very much. Wow, my next Fuery drabble isn't until like… #47 or something like that… but it sucks 'cuz it's retarded. T.T I should write some Fuery-centric ones later… Hmmm… Your comments on my talent make me blush! Thank you muchly:)

Miss Darkrose:sigh: Ah, I know, it's too bad Fuery-chan missed out on the best line of the drabble. C'est la vie, though, eh? Thanks for the review!

A/N: Ya know, why is Riza running back IN to the building anyway? No one's there... Lol. Flaw in the drabble! O.O Oh well... :sweatdrop: Please review anyway!

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