my memory! she is horrible! i, again, cannot for the life remember who requested this particular installment of crack...ahem...well, if whomever requested reads and likes, please let me know-fireun
"Stubborn, arrogant pain in the ass….man."
Black Hayate's ear twitched as some trigger in the depths of his sleeping canine mind warned him now was not the time to be indolently sprawled in the middle of the bedroom floor. Now was the time to be somewhere safe, like out side and out of sight, if the frustrated snarl in his mistresses' voice was any indication. Now was an excellent time for being Anywhere But Here. He scrambled to his feet in a valiant effort to carry out that plan, but he did not mobilize quite fast enough.
"Hayate! Come."
He was not one to ignore a direct order, especially when spoken in That Tone. Tail tucked between quavering legs he trotted to her side, whimpering in what he hoped was a polite sort of acknowledgement of her superiority.
She was standing in the middle of the living room, stance fairly aggressive with legs slightly parted and hands on hips. At least her weapon was still secure at her side. This was a good sign. He settled at her feet, starting up a tentative tail wag, waiting. Her hand dropped to his head and gave a good scritch behind his left ear, reassuring him that her ire was not at all directed his way.
He was just about to relax back into a quiet appreciation of ear rubs when she spoke again. "Hayate. Mission for you. I need you to go and mess on Mustang's favorite boots."
Some words make sense, even to a canine. Mustang was a name he was familiar with, and the words mess and boots, while never spoken together in such a polite conversational way, were words he most definitely knew. Put that all together, and the implication of what his mistress was saying was terrifying.
He was supposed to mess on someone's boots, usually an action punishable by more shots in his general direction than he wanted to contemplate. And not just anyone's, but Mustang, the alpha male. He turned piteous puppy eyes upwards, pleading, but there was no hope for reprieve in her angry face.
Black Hayate had a decision to make, and he was damned either way.
Well, least if he did what his mistress ordered there would be good food and a head scritch or three. If he survived.
still out of town...i am a horrible kitty...gonna kinda do a highlights version of my ususal drabble review responses...for people who had questions or such.
general response to the angst!reviews, sorry bout that! head has been in that frame of mind. it isnt as bad as it sounds though...if you have seen the end of the series, you inderstand, right? right? i am not a terrible angst ridden person...not completely at least...
Chaos of Hearts - i read and reviewed! nice work!
Dragon Fire 13 - you like the fluff! hurrah! even more than that...you like havoc/fury-love-
Animegoil - oh, the tickle wars i have seen...-chuckles- it just seemed like something i can see a playful jean doing with roy to mess with him. and yeah, i really do love hohenheim. soooooooooo much. and the end of the series isnt all that bad. trust me.
Honeywell, Mortari, rest of the amazing regulars - sorry for not responding personally...really i am. the reviews make my day. every time. it is kinda getting to be more like getting a message from pals than just a review from people on my writing.DANKE-hearts all over the place, hughes style-