Disclaimer: I forgot to put this last time, oops, but as much as I wish I owned FMA, I don't.
This chapter is dedicated to the small group of people who reviewed! It is mostly Roy, his thoughts, feelings, actions, ect. Not that it's a bad thing...
The Framed Photo
Roy Mustang was left alone in his office. He sat where he had plopped down after Riza had left, staring at his hand. During the period of time he had been speaking to his girlfriend, the tingling sensation had worn away slowly, and was now gone.
The thing that had left the man pondering like he was was why he had that tingling feeling in he first place. He had been touched by many people in his lifetime, but not one of those touches had ever left such a feeling.
What is wrong with me?
He slapped his hand down on the surface of the desk. Pain seared through his arm, but he ignored it.
It has to have somethig to do with Edward... but what? What is there about him that makes me feel this way?
A framed photo on the corner of his desk his eye and he picked it up.
It was from last year's Christmas party. Roy rememebered taking the picture. Riza was in the backround in a skirt that looked good on her and that Mustang himself liked to see her in. There was Fuery, gagging. He and the other guys had given him a cup of strong whiskey, telling him it was Russian soda or something of the sort. The colonel had been a little drunk at the party and couldn't quite recall everything he had said at the party. Breda and Havoc were leaning on each other, laughing so hard it looked like they were aboutt o piss themselves, which they almost had. Hughes was also in the back, dancing with Maria Ross like a lunatic. Both of them had beers in their hands. Roy chuckled to himself. OK. So everyone had been a little drunk.
And then there was Ed. He was right up front and the main focus in the picture. He was looking straight into the camera, holding up his index and middle fingers in a peace sign, smiling. For once, the teen wasn't wearing his gloves, red jacket, or vest. He had been the only one who hadn't gotten drunk.
Did I make him the main focus in this picture... on purpose? The raven haired man shook his head. No way.
He studied the picture closer.
You know, he thought. Ed doesn't look half bad in this picture. He looks good in just his tank top. And the way his bangs are hanging in his eyes... And the way he's looking into the camera... He's practically screaming at me to screw him.
Roy's eyes bulged at what he had just thought.
What. The. Hell. What am I thinking!
A more devilish part of Roy decided then to make itself known. You were thinking that you wanted to screw him.
No I didn't! the maore sane part of him exclaimed.
Yes you were, replied the other part in a sing-song voice.
No, I wasn't! Wait... Roy slammed the picture back to its place on his desk.
I'm not an insane person! Why am I arguing with myself? I am the colonel, the Flame Alchemist! I am dating the hottest woman in the whole damn military! Edward is young and it just isn't right to be thinking things like this!
Satified, Mustang leaned back in his seat, closing his eyes and placing his hands behind his head.
That still doesn't explain why you got all tingly when Edward touched you, whispered the part of Roy's mind that he was really starting to get pissed at.
The raven haired man spent the rest of the day in his office, trying to come up with a good reason, an explanation,why he had felt that way when Ed had touched him. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't come up with one. Not one.
Damn Roy, who would want a reason? You should be counting your blessings! Review!