Disclaimer - i dont own fma. i would like to disown my sense of humor, but alas i appear to be stuck with that...
Drabble the Twenty-first. no Black Hayates were harmed in the writing of this drabble...
Black Hayate was hiding in the only place he could think of- huddled under the Small Man's desk. The dog settled unhappily on the Small Man's feet, taking some measure of reassurance from the contact. The Small Man would never turn him over, would not give him up without a fight…
His nose twitched, picking up the scent of floral soap and gunpowder, a combination that usually made him think of being fed, and now only inspired terror. He couldn't prevent the tiny whine that escaped from his throat at the familiar steady footsteps that came closer and closer to his den. The Small Man's feet twitched once, betraying his own anxiety.
"Fury."
"Hawkeye. How are you doing today?"
Black Hayate could hear the nervous whine in the Small Man's voice…maybe he should have hidden with the alpha male- he would not cower when barked at. Small Man was doing a vocal belly-up, which was not at all reassuring.
"Fury, have you seen Black Hayate?" She only barked like that when very, very angry…Black Hayate cowered, hiding his nose under one paw.
"Why? Isn't he usually with you?" The Small Man was trying; it just wasn't his place to stand up to Her. Black Hayate couldn't really blame him. She was most definitely more dominant than the Small Man.
"Usually, yes. Today thought he decided to gnaw on my slippers. My favorite slippers."
They had looked so….fun….Black Hayate pressed his ears tight against his skull, ready to bolt.
"Oh." The Small Man said in a very, very small voice.
There was a very familiar clicking sound, one that sent a wave of fear through every inch of Black Hayate's furry body. With a yelp he bolted from his hidey hole, determined to run as far as possible as fast as possible.
Not fast enough.
He skidded to a halt as a sharp bang resulted in a smoking hole in the floor inches from his paws.
"Black Hayate. Come." Now she was snarling as well as barking…Black Hayate, his sense of self preservation informing him he was doomed either way, crawled back to Her, nose pressed firmly to the floor, eyes looking anywhere but Her direction. She cuffed him lightly. "Bad dog. No slippers. No!" The slippers really had been a terrible idea…but they had look so much like something meant to be gnawed on while growling in mock ferocity…well, he wouldn't do THAT again. After a moment she patted him on the head once. "Well, you ran off before I could feed you. Lets see what they are serving in the officers mess."
Food. Now that was better. He wagged his tail and trotted off behind her, pleased that he had gotten off with only one sharp bang today.