Totally Screwed Transmutation

Disclaimer: I don't own FMA. Duh.

Wee… I told you that I had the next three chapters written out right? So, ya, here's the next one… and I think it may take slightly longer for me to update nowadays. Reason that I've been able to use the computer again was because my brother left for Taiwan for the Army. So generally the computer is all mine. But then I told you that I had all those nonsensical projects thrown at me that I really had no time… But don't worry: I already have the full story planned out – and I hope to drag it slightly past 20 chapters (if I can drag it that long) and I have a few later chapters written in bits and scraps of paper…

Here we have chapter 7, a second last chapter, and when I finish typing chapter 8 I think I may have a long break again… unless some one would be so kind to give me a laptop. Without further ado, enjoy .

Chapter 7 The Prankstress III – A Severely Coffee-Deprived Fuhrer

Riza was once again in the printing room to have the entire stack of Roy's paperwork re-printed. The typewriter pulled out the last sheet, gave a huge sigh of relief, and handed the completed pile to Riza. The latter smiled her thanks, and left the room.

Halfway to the Fuhrer's office, she was stopped by Major Havoc, who told her that both of them were needed elsewhere. Looking at the pile in her hands, she wondered whether there was anyone who could pass it to Roy, when Edward just walked past both of them on her way to her office ((you forget she has one?)). She spotted the two, who saluted and Havoc said that he was doing as the colonel requested, and ran off to recruit more people.

Riza decided that the only way for the papers to reach Roy was to have her colonel pass it to him… but for now she really didn't like to trust the younger superior in front her. In any case, she told Edward to pass the pile to the Fuhrer on her way to the office and left in the direction where Havoc went.

The young colonel smiled as she watched her orders being carried out (though it was actually under the General's order, she still had her subordinates to run around for her) and looked down at the pile of papers in her hand, thinking for a moment.

Then she smirked, and headed instead to her office first before making her way to the Fuhrer's office. ((yes, she's up to something again))

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Time: 8 pm. Roy stuffed his pocket watch back into his pocket, then cupped his head in his hands. It was already so late; everyone had gone home long ago. Well, everyone except him and Riza. Riza looked drained; the conference that many have been dragged to had lasted longer than usual, and now she was trying to rush out her own paperwork. With her presence of ever signing papers and other things adding pressure to Roy, he put his hands down and continued his. It was pretty hard considering that he had had no coffee for the whole day, and that he had to start all over after when Edward gave him the freshly printed pile after she caused him to spit coffee all over the previous pile.

Just then Riza stood up and neatened her pile; she had finished hers. She walked towards the Fuhrer, who shrugged and passed his pile to her saying, "…I can't continue…"

She gave a sigh, then looked through the pile to see where he had stopped. After a few moments of flipping she frowned, then started to flip back and forth. From the first quarter, then the second quarter, then finally the 3rd quarter of the pile where there weren't anymore signatures… She looked down at the weary Fuhrer.

"Erm, Sir?"

"Just Roy, Riza; everyone else has gone home." He waved a hand across his face.

"Yes, Roy; erm… I think you need to know," passing him back the pile to see, "that you've probably finished it long ago."

He jerked his head up. "What do you mean by that?" He hadn't taken the pile from her hands yet, so Riza waved it in front of him.

"I guess you have to see it for yourself."

He took the pile back and looked through the entire stack of papers. A few moments later, his jaw dropped. He flipped back and forth like Riza did, then looked up, horror-struck.

"I signed the same pile over and over?"

Riza gave a sympathetic nod, and took the first quarter of the pile from his hands. Giving a salute, she left the room with Roy still staring at the other 'photocopied' piles he had been signing for nothing. All of a sudden they crumbled into torn pieces of paper and blots of ink, staining his table in the process. He frowned, then shook with anger of realisation.

"HA-GA-NE—!"

HOOHAH. Finally this chapter is finished. And you know what? It was done on the laptop! I finally got one, except that it isn't really mine; it belongs to my uncle, and the letter 's' is missing from the keyboard. So ya, a bit tedious having to specially type out the 's'. Read and review please! I dunno why there weren't any for the number 6!