Mission Report
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Disclaimer: None of the characters portrayed in this fiction belong to me. I shall never say they do. The day I say that I own FMA is the day when Ed will grow to be taller than me.
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He pushed his braid out of his face and gave a sigh, followed by an exaggerated grunt. What was the point of this stupid report anyway? It wasn't as if the stupid Colonel didn't already keep a finger on all their endeavors anyway.
Edward Elric sighed again. This was such a waste of his time.
Tapping his pen impatiently on the gilded stationary, his golden eyes strayed to the window. Maybe he could go on a little walk…
"Nii-san?" There was a knock at the door.
"Argh!" Ed flung himself over the desk, trying his best to cover up the two words he had actually written. "D-d-don't come in, Al! I'm not done yet!"
"Demo…nii-san; you've been in there for over two hours! Are you nearly finished?"
"Of course I am, Al! I'm…just…making a few…adjustments! Now…now…just run along. I'm almost done!"
"…Okay…" The younger brother drew out the word skeptically, but his footsteps faded away down the hallway. Ed stared intently at the door until he was sure that Al was gone. Only then did he let out a breath of relief.
Turning back to the still-unfinished report, the State Alchemist stared at the desk, glanced to the window, back to the desk, and banged his head on the wood.
"I give up…" He groaned…then stopped, blinked, and snickered, for an idea began to blossom in that little blond head of his. He'd give that know-it-all Colonel what-for…oh yes, he would.
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"Tai-san; I have the mission report from Edward Elric." Lieutenant Hawkeye handed the Colonel the standard manila envelope. Roy Mustang smiled.
"Ah…about time I heard from Fullmetal." Opening the envelope, he let his dark eyes rove over the stationary before incinerating it shortly with a sharp snap.
"Mission Report Number 0649:
For details regarding the mission, contact Colonel Roy Mustang.
Edward Elric
Fullmetal Alchemist"
"Fullmetal, you're writing me another report." He grumbled.
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Oh my gosh. It's so short; I know. Just like Ed. HAH! My attempt at a more...say...lighthearted fanfic. I failed, yes I did.
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