Sorry for the wait people, here's the next chapter for ye! Random, but I pretty much think that all my stories are random, not that I've done many, I think that's just the way my twisted mind works. No voming in this chappy thought there is some unknown solvent abuse on Ed's part. Do not consider anything I write as a guideline or role model or you'll be on the road of DOOM!
Read, enjoy and review:D
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"Stupid bastards…they wait 'til I get my arm back…jerks…" Ed muttered furiously under his breath as he marched from the dining hall. Ed was too angry to think about it, so the events will be explained with a flashback…
He'd woken up that morning to Al strolling out of the bathroom reeking of disinfectant and a general chemically smell that was so over powering it had made his eyes water. His head was throbbing and he had a burning taste at the back of his mouth.
"How long have you been cleaning Al!" Ed choked out.
"I started a while after you fell asleep. I got off all your sick but then I'd got it on myself and I didn't want to go around smelling of sick for as long as I'm a piece of armour so I cleaned myself by detaching pieces of me, cleaning them and then reattaching myself! Now me and the bathroom are both sparkly clean!" Al cried happily with stars in his eyes.
If Ed hadn't known it wasn't possible he would have thought the fumes had gone to Al's head.
They hadn't (mostly because they couldn't affect Al having no lungs and all). Instead they'd gone to Ed's head as he'd been breathing them in all night without his knowledge. He put the light-headedness down to hunger and tiredness from all the chasing and threatening he'd done the day before. Shouting death threats at people could really take it out of you.
Eager to get some fresh, or at least fresher, air Ed had gone down to breakfast alone whilst suffering the effects of solvent abuse.
Edward was dangerous enough when he WAS thinking straight, and currently he wasn't. He was slightly high and rather angry. Why angry? No particular reason. You didn't need one if you were the Fullmetal alchemist.
Silently and a little unsteadily he had collected his food onto a tray before carrying it over to a free table.
He didn't feel like talking.
"Hiya Ed! You finally stopped chasing Al then?" Havoc called over to his right.
Ed's eye twitched as he glared at who had spoken. He was having a little trouble focusing.
Silently he sat down on the empty table, aware of the people watching him over on the right.
"Hey, are you alright Ed?" Hughes called over to him.
Honestly he wasn't. He felt sick.
There was a scraping sound from next to him. The people on the right of him had got up from their table and were sitting down on his.
Havoc was suddenly sitting next to him.
"You ok Ed?" he repeated, his cigarette precariously balanced between his lips.
"What are you talking about? He's completely out of it, look at his eyes." Hughes smirked.
"He's shorter then usual isn't he?" someone unseen by Ed said.
"Shut up or he'll spaz out and I won't help you." Havoc muttered.
"What are you worried about? He can't do alchemy; he hasn't got his auto-mail arm."
This caused Ed to snap out of his solvent induced daydream.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN I'M A PATHETIC ONE ARMED MIDGET WHO CAN'T DO ALCHEMY?" Ed shouted.
"…well, you can't do alchemy, can you?" Havoc said slowly.
"Wrong again." Ed cried as he slammed his left hand down onto the table top where an alchemy circle had been shallowly scratched into the wood. With amazing speed and accuracy Ed had marked it into the table with the knife that'd been resting on his tray.
In a flash of light the table sprouted hands and grabbed onto each person at the table other then Ed.
The dining room had fallen silent as all attention was drawn to Ed and his table.
Casually Ed picked up a piece of ongiri from his tray before strolling from the hall, ignoring the fact that he was the focus of the entire room.
"Great." Havoc sighed as he looked down at the wood hand that still remained clasped around his wrist. It could have been worst; he might have totally flipped out.
Ed's composure had lasted about 10 seconds once out of the hall before he'd carried on ranting about how he was not short and what he'd be doing once he got his arm back.
Coincidently Roy Mustang had just entered from the opposite side of the dining hall to which Ed had just left. Silence was still heavy in the hall; no one had yet recovered from Ed's show of alchemy which was currently holding the people on Ed's table captive.
Literally holding them.
Held prisoner by a table. At least it was an interesting way to start the day. Really. How often did things like this happen?
"What happened here?" Roy said as he froze after a few steps into the hall, his eyes sweeping the hall having noticed the stillness and silence before settling on the wooden hands protruding from the table top gripping his subordinates.
"Ed is what happened here." Havoc sighed.
"Where'd he go?" Roy demanded his voice rumbling through the silent room like thunder.
As one, everyone in the hall pointed to the door Ed had left through.
Roy stormed across the hall to disappear through the same door.
"Err…how do we get these things off?" Hughes muttered looking down at the wooden hand.
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Ed was wandering in the general direction of his room when he changed his mind. He didn't really want to go back there when it was still filled with chemicals and fumes. Aimlessly he headed off towards the main exit.
Maybe he'd sit outside for a while in the sun…
"FULLMETAL!"
Slowing Ed turned to look over his shoulder.
A very angry looking Roy was marching up the corridor after him. Through the throbbing in his head Ed saw that the colonel was wearing his evil evil gloves. He really didn't feel like being burnt to a crisp today.
"What the devil do you think you are doing!" Mustang said as he stopped abruptly in front of Ed who had turned to face the angry colonel.
"Well, I was going to go back to my room but it smells like disinfectant and that makes me feel sick so I'm going to sit outside for a while." Ed replied as he stuffed the last of the ongiri into his mouth.
Pausing to spare Ed a look of disgust at his eating habits Roy continued.
"I'm talking about you transumating tables." He said sternly, his eyes angry and serious.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN THAT I ONLY HAVE ONE ARM AND CAN'T DO ALCHEMY!" Ed cried angrily. It was an over reaction even for him.
"I think you've proved that you can do alchemy very well with one hand from the example in the dining hall." Roy said as his expression relaxed. From this random outburst which was typical for Ed's behaviour he could guess that someone had insulted him, or said something about his arm and he'd simply freaked out. As usual.
Remembering Hughes advice to him Roy changed tactics now that he'd figured out that the transmutation hadn't been anything serious considering it was Ed.
Slipping an appreciative smile onto his face Roy held Ed's eyes.
"I would suggest that you don't do it again, or we might have to have that private chat I was talking about in our last meeting." Roy widened his smile suggestively.
Ed's eyes were wide with a mixture of shock and horror. He'd forgotten. For some reason this slightly annoyed Roy.
When I make a pass at a girl the certainly don't forget it Roy thought as he inwardly scowled.
"Anyway, you said you were going to sit outside. I think I'll join you." It was worth the embarrassment and self disgust just to watch Ed's reaction as his face was drained of all colour.
"I've changed my mind I'm going to go to my room." Ed said quickly as he took as step backwards.
"I'll walk you there then." Roy smirked.
"No!" Ed cried before turning away to half run, half walk away from Roy down the corridor, looking over his shoulder every couple of steps to make sure Roy wasn't following him.
Once he'd rounded a corner Ed broke into a full run.
Roy laughed softly before turning to go back to the dinner hall to see if they'd managed to undo Ed's alchemy yet.
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Yes, this was a random chapter. Was it necessary to the story? No, I just felt like writing it. Bye bye!
p.s. sorry it's short, I'll try and make the next chappy longer!