Disclaimer - the author of this drabble is too tired to think of a creative or amusing way to say she doesnt own fma so please done sue her. thank you.
Drabble the Twenty-third. i dont know what to say about this one. if you are into shonen ai, it reads like that very easily. i dont think that is what i was after...but then again the damn thing really wrote itself. i was just here to type. either way, methinks i like it.
It was just one of those things that happened, unplanned, leaving both parties completely at a loss, undecided if they should acknowledge what occurred or move on as if nothing at all had happened. Eyes met, flinched to the side- two individuals too proud to want to admit to anything.
That bastard meant nothing to him, was merely a tool, a way to gain access to resources not available to the general public. There was nothing else there. Were he to achieve his goal he would drop that irritating ingrate faster than a viper.
That insubordinate, irrational child meant nothing to him, was merely a tool in his struggle for the top. He didn't need him for anything else. When he was there, finally, he would have no more need for stepping-stones such as that.
They meant nothing to each other, but that morning, in the office, they couldn't meet each other's eyes, nor keep their eyes off of each other. It wasn't a planned thing, but sometimes things just happened.