Disclaimer: NUUUU! I do not own it. Too bad!
Home sweet home. Yes, one could say that but to Roy, it seemed to be lacking something. Something he couldn't explain. HE gave a sigh. It'd been a busy day. You know stacks of paperwork, the occasional nap, and Riza shooting at him. (This served to wake him up of course...)
He climbed the stairs to the bathroom. He needed something to relax him. A long hot soak always helped. Somewhat.
HE filled the bath tube, and quickly undressed, crawling into the hot water. He uttered a relaxed sigh, and his shoulders dropped. "That's nice..." He muttered, still feeling empty. Yes...he needed it.
Someone very near and dear to his heart. He never acted that way, pushing that person away. He always tried to hide his feelings, keeping them a secret for everyone but himself.
"That's enough," he scolded himself and shook his head slightly. "Stop thinking that way." But poor Mustang couldn't. He never could. His mind wondered away again, still thinking and picturing the person.
"This is not helping..." he muttered to himself, as he drained the bathtub. He dried off, and got dressed in a simple pair of black sweats and a white top, which served as pajamas. They didn't really look like pj's though. Just home clothes.
Then came a knock at the door. Roy dashed down the stairs, and opened the door. "Fullmetal." He said and smiled slightly at the blonde boy on his doorstep.
Just the person he wanted to see.
A/N Neh. This sounded better in my head. I also wrote this a while ago…Review?