Hello again reader, GHOSTplanetINC here (I know you know that, but I just like to say it : ) ). If you're still reading my story, please let me be the first to say:
THANK YOU!
Okay, now that I go that out of the way, here's the chapter you've been looking forward to…
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With blurred vision you roll of bed and fall to the hardwood floor. Luckily your face breaks your fall as you begin to wake up and realize it's nearly six fifteen in the morning. Work starts at seven but you're not concerned with that. Why is that? The answer is that you've gone back to sleep.
Again your eyes flutter open, this time without a painful prompt. Another glance at the alarm clock on your night table, which is above you as you still are on the floor, confirms you just wasted another half hour. Wait a minute! SIX FORTY-FIVE! It takes at least fifteen minutes to walk to work and you're still in the t-shirt and boxers you fell asleep in last night. With a mingle of panic and curses you manage to cram a scorching hot shower, getting dressed, and downing a oiling cup of back coffee as you proceed to sprint from your apartment, barely remembering to lock it, toward Eastern Command Headquarters.
You risk another glance at your wristwatch. Seven o five. You're late, but not that late. In fact you can already see the military compound looming in the distance. With another burst of speed you race toward the building, most likely putting on a good show for anyone who happens to be watching you sprint down the street in your blue military uniform. Someone behind you screams, and turning around your face pales as you begin to run faster. Apparently the date you blew off last night happened to see you run by…
Finally you break through the doors of Eastern Command HQ. Your wristwatch reminds you that you are now…ten minutes late for work. Jamming on the brakes, or so to speak, you stop running and put on a cool smirk with which you walk calmly down the corridor. Entering through the door you bid good morning and nod to the respective officers looking up from their desks. Nothing's out of order here: you're always late.
Congratulations, you've just completed a Roy Mustang morning routine.
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Roy opened the door to his office, proceeding to turn a shade of white and red at the same time. The resulting color came out looking like the pink sparkles you could almost see floating around Major Armstrong every now and then…
Roy stared at the scene which greeted him in his office. Major Zolf Kimbley, the psychotic Crimson Alchemist, was leaning on Riza's desk, his face close to hers. It didn't take a genius to know that he'd probably been hitting on her ever since he had arrived at the office. Riza's expression hadn't changed once during the time that she was forced to put up with Kimbley's presence, which was actually quite remarkable. Kimbley had the innate ability to be able to annoy and irk any person on the planet, almost like Jack but more in a way that made you want to jump out the nearest window. Alchemically, Kimbley made literal bio-bombs, preferring to use people as the actual bombs. It was this 'gift' that had landed him in prison back in Central, after he 'relieved his commanding officer of command,' permanently. Roy continued to stare into the office, and almost gag, seeing probably the one person in the military he hated the most.
Noticing Roy in the doorway, Kimbley straightened up and strutted over to Roy. God, I even hate the way he walks! Roy thought to himself with a frown. Ever at the ready around Kimbley, Roy slipped one if his hands into one of his gloves in his coat pocket, just in case. "Major Kimbley," Roy said flatly, clearing his throat loudly, "Under what authority have you been released from your incarceration, let alone enabled to roam as far away from Central as Eastern?" Roy's glare caught Kimbley's eye, which he shrugged off nonchalantly. Roy hated when people did that. How is that no one ever is intimidated by that when I want them to be? Oh, wait, I think it works pretty well on the Elrics. Well, Alphonse anyway… Roy's thought were interrupted as Kimbley shoved a piece of paper in his face. "What the hell is this?" Roy asked, pissed off. Kimbley shrugged, "Jeez genius why don't you try reading it, Sir?" he asked with a smirk as he left the office. He shot his head back in and whistled at Riza, "See you later, babe," he laughed with one of his trademark annoying smirks. Finally he strode off and out of the corridor's double doors, letting them slam shut. "Asshole," Roy muttered, sitting down at his desk while inspecting the note.
Riza looked over at the note to see what forces could have possibly allowed a lunatic like Kimbley to walk around freely. Roy's frown deepened considerably as he read the last few lines of the note before crumpling it and, to his slight amusement, incinerated it. A bullet whizzed by his head and landed in the wall. "Sir, must I remind you of the military clause prohibiting the use of alchemy in military compounds?" she asked in her usual monotone voice. Roy didn't respond, but rather sat deep in thought, drumming his fingers on the desk. Finally Riza was overcome with curiosity. "So just what did that note say, Sir?" she asked while glancing over at Roy. No reply. "Sir… Sir," she repeated before concocting a different approach. Standing up, she walked over behind Roy and placed her hands on his shoulders. She lowered her head to his ear and whispered, "Roy…" Apparently this was the very stimulus Roy needed as his face grew a deep shade of red for a moment, before another smirk drew itself across his face. Noting the closed door which separated his office from the rest of the desks in the corridor, Roy whirled around and gently pulled Riza onto his lap, kissing her in the process. Surprised and stupefied by the stunt, Riza had no time to react before she realized that she had her arms around Roy's neck and her lips locked with his. Finally having to break away for air, Riza panted for air as Roy began to plant kisses down her neck while sliding his hands down to her hips. "Roy!" she breathed, trying not to shout as they were still in the office. Roy paused from his kisses. "Yes?" he whispered back as he kissed her lips again. As they both broke away for air, Riza whispered in Roy's ear, "Not here. Later." Later. I like the sound of that, Roy thought to himself with a slight grin. "Don't we already have arrangements for dinner tonight, if I'm not mistaken?" Roy asked playfully. "Why, yes we do, don't we?" Riza teased back, blushing deeply at the realization that she was straddling Roy's waist. Standing up, Riza bent back down, close to Roy's ear. "Roy," she said in a seductive tone. "Yes, dear?" Roy grinned back. "You've got paperwork to do." Roy's smile disappeared as his eyes shot over to the giant stack of papers in front of his desk. Seeing that Riza had somehow made back to her desk and immersed herself into her paperwork again, Roy took a pen in his hand. At least now I have some motivation, he thought with a smirk on his face as he began to fill out paper after paper after… (Well you get the idea).
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Jack was bored. Really bored. Really, really, really, bored. He had been wandering around Eastern all day since he had left Riza's apartment around four in the morning. He was still a little embarrassed that he had that dream on that particular evening. I sure hope she doesn't think that was an elaborate attempt to hit on her, Jack worried as he walked. Wait a minute! Why the hell am I worrying? It's not my fault if I'm just so simply irresistible. He smiled to himself at that thought. I wonder what my old friends at Eastern Command are up to. Jack started off toward the military compound as he saw a familiar face walk by. Soon Jack was heading that way too.
Kimbley strode down the street, utterly bored. Why had Bradley stationed him here anyway? This place is so boring, he whined to himself, And why can't I just blow up a few people? It's not like they're important…like me. Kimbley smirked to himself, as he did most times he assured himself of his own superiority. He went to take another step forward when he tripped over something that wasn't there before. Landing on his hands and springing up, Kimbley got ready to obliterate who or whatever had tripped him. Unfortunately, there was nothing there to be destroyed. Swearing loudly, Kimbley continued down the street. Finally he grabbed a garbage can and, after a small flash of light, threw it back into the alley. As the can burst in a loud explosion, Kimbley wore his trademark sick grin as her resumed his 'stroll' down the street.
Back in the alley Jack was laughing hysterically as he wiped flecks of burnt trash off of himself. Still, despite being covered in garbage, Jack marveled at his own innate ability to annoy the world's most irritating person. "Heh heh heh, still got it!" he laughed as he coughed from the smoke in the alley. "Ah, crap." His mask had been scorched by the garbage bomb. Suddenly a light bulb flickered on over his head. "My other mask!" he exclaimed with a grin, as he pulled out his rarely seen back-up mask. Unlike his scarecrow mask, this one resembled one which possibly a ninja might wear (A/N: Think Kakashi in Naruto). Pulling on the new mask, jack shook his head, allowing his hair to fall down on his face. Whether from the explosion of just force of nature, his hair stuck together in spiky locks. Great, now I look like Envy! He brushed some locks so as to cover his right eye and stepped out into the street. Suddenly a rather hard piece of metal struck him square in the back. Standing up quickly, Jack saw Edward Elric above him, getting ready to throw another punch with his automail arm. Leaping up, Jack began to run as fast he could without the help of his alchemy skills. Hell, why not have some more fun with ol' Full Metal? He smiled at the prospect, his smile of course hidden behind his mask. Racing down the street he war pursued doggedly by an enraged Ed. Farther behind them Jack could have sworn he heard the sound of clanking metal footsteps.
Ed raced after the figure in front of him. "I don't care even if you are wearing some stupid mask, you're mine Envy!" Ed yelled as he chased 'Envy' down the street, around a few corners, and then down a couple of alleyways. Behind him, Ed could hear a faint a cry which almost sounded like, "Big Brother! Wait up!" growing farther away with each footstep…
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(A/N) Shortness! No, I'm talking about the chapter not my… never mind. This is leading up some good stuff I've got all outlined and ready to be transcribed. Let's get some comments, please! Hey, an author's gotta get some feedback dontchaknow!