Disclaimer: see first chapter

A/N: Thank-you for the reviews! I'm combining two themes because I've found different translations.

Obsidian and Gold

Theme Two: I'm Leaving Now / See You Later

"You're not going to stop me, are you?" Edward asked.

"I see no reason not to," Mustang had replied. He didn't look up from his paper work, signing his name on yet another form.

Edward didn't say anything. He still faced the Colonel's desk, still watched him as he scribbled away at one sheet of paper and then grabbed another. He was pretending to ignore the young man standing before him.

"I'm leaving now, and once I go I don't intend to come back."

Roy let out a soft chuckle. He didn't look up though. "You might want to hand over your pocket watch then."

"That's not what I mean, and you know it," Edward snarled.

At this, Mustang finally looked up. He dropped his pen onto the desk and leaned back in his chair, looking at Edward with a serious expression. "Sit, Edward," he commanded, his hand pointing at the sofa next to the young man.

Edward looked down, attempting to hide a slight blush. "I'd really rather not, sir," he grumbled. Mustang was aware that Edward never used the sofa anymore, not since that one time when Hawkeye had caught them on it in a very compromising position. Roy was thankful she hadn't put bullet holes in his sofa that day, although he'd had twice the amount of paperwork for the next two weeks.

"You keep using me. I'm sick of it. And I'm not talking about all the information you've kept from me about the Philosopher's Stone," Edward growled. "I'm leaving. And when I finally come back, I won't let you use me as a late night substitute when you can't find a date."

"I've never done -"

"Save it," Ed demanded, turning towards the door. His hand was reaching for the knob when Roy spoke up again.

"Do you really think so little of me, Fullmetal?" he asked seriously.

Ed halted but he didn't turn back to look at Mustang. It took him a while to answer, and although Roy couldn't see the boy's face, he could tell he was muddling over and answer by the way his shoulders would tense up. "No," he finally answered, speaking firmly.

"Then why assume that you're just another body to me, a 'substitute' when the time calls for it?"

At this, Ed turned to glare at the Colonel, his golden eyes acussing. "Why should I assume anything else?"

"You came to me first, Fullmetal," Mustang replied smoothly, his face lax of any emotion. "It wasn't the other way around."

"That still doesn't mean you won't abuse your power over me."

"Yet I haven't. And with you, I don't intend to." Roy leaned forward again. "At least not intentionally." Picking up his pen, Roy continued on with his paper work as he had been doing before, once again ignoring the young man in his office. This was Ed's sign that he was dismissed.

"I'll see you later Colonel," he mumbled, turning back around again.

Roy watched as Fullmetal opened the door and left. "Indeed," he replied smugly.

A/N: Well, this didn't quite go the way I intended. It went through hell, this piece. Sorry that it's crap. It still doesn't have the right feel I wanted it to have. Oh well. Please review and explain to me why this sucks so much.