Tiny Miniskirts
A Series of Fullmetal Alchemist Short Stories
Author: Kurama-Sweethart (Moe)
Rating: Changed to teen: For Ed's mouth and sexual references
Pairings: Various
Behind Closed Doors
Words: 166
The night smelled like October, thick and heavy with the faint aroma of boiling cider. Saturday nights invited parties for the singles young enough to still attend, and more often than not everyone left in pairs that would disperse at the first light of morning. Long-term relationships were never common, commitment being a bulky, fearsome monster. Never the less, Jean Havoc was a regular who attended whenever the opportunity presented itself.
It was no surprise to oftentimes see friends from work at the late-night raves, most often Mustang or Breda, more often than not Breda pulling Fury along, as well. However, it was quite the surprise when between gaps of scantily clad women Havoc caught sight of Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye herself. All inklings of formality were forgotten as he grabbed her hand and pulled her into one of the many back rooms, conveniently placed for the patrons' pleasure.
What happened between closed doors, stayed behind those doors. Needless to say, neither mentioned it inside the office.
Hidden
Words: 119
Edward Elric didn't follow rules or stay within boundaries- he took all inkling of restriction, did away with it, and then made his own limits. He didn't like being caged in and yet, as living proof of contradiction, gave everyone else around him iron bars to keep them where he wanted them. He liked to be in control. Medical research decades later might suggest a mental illness, and perhaps it was. The young alchemist had a one-track mind and an itch for success.
It was a wonder how he managed to keep all that hidden and subtle, masked behind the façade of a brash, hotheaded teenager. No one bought it, of course, but they played along all the same.
Trinket
Words: 129
Winry was a little suspicious when it was Alphonse who brought Ed's watch in for repairs. If that wasn't enough, it was Ed's state alchemy watch. He never let the trinket out of his sight, keeping it pinned to his pants and if not here, in his hands. There was never a time he let anyone hold it or look at it or just take one small bolt out of the front. However, the mechanic had been itching to take the thing apart for years, and now that she had the perfect opportunity she wasn't about to question the initial intentions.
As her eyes read the three, tiny words that held a world of meaning inscribed inside, she realized two things: It was a fake watch and Al's handwriting.
To Be Continued. These three were by far the most fun shorts to write -ever-:) Anyway, hope you enjoy!