Don't own FMA. Got a nice pair of shoes though. They help me turn peoples clothes into fire.
There's nothing better than that.
When Roy walked into the room, he noticed the atmosphere changed drastically.
A cold shiver shot through his very soul as he gazed at the full metal alchemist sitting there with a smug look on his face. "You sure look happy today Edward, hopefully the last two years have been good to you." Yes, it had been two years since the now 17 was sitting in his office. Though in their previous encounters it was the colonel himself sitting behind the desk with the fancy nameplate that said 'Colonel Roy Mustang,' not the twerp.
"Yes, they have been good to me." His smile widened. He leaned back in the colonel's chair, bringing his hands to the back of his head.
"Well why don't you just kick your feet up in relax since the moment that you get your ass out of my chair you will suffer THE PAIN OF A THOUSAND MATCHES!"
"You don't have to get upset Colonel, I just wanted to know what it felt like to be one of the higher breeds of dogs instead of the mutts for a moment. Nothing more nothing less…" his smile widened as each mocked word flowed out of his mouth.
He's hiding something.
"Report what you need then get the hell out of my office."
"Fine, fine. I thought we might be able to have idle chit chat before getting down to business, maybe have a cup of coffee-"
"It'll stunt your growth." Roy's patients were running thin with the blonde. Hopefully the short joke will get him out of his hair and on his way. There so much less paperwork to do if the shrimp wasn't around.
"Perhaps your right…fines…no coffee…" Edward said in a far off voice. Roy's anger increased when his short jokes have no effect on the pony-tailed boy.
"It's good to know that you have controlled that anger of yours."
"Yes, yes…Took may years, but now it's done." Ed leaned forward, putting his forearms onto the desk. "Now down to business."
Finally.
"I've found nothing on the where abouts of the philosopher's stone. But right now me and Al are looking for Homunculus."
"Of course, no progressed after two years…get the hell outta my seat." Roy pulled his gloves out of his pocket getting ready to set fire onto the other man.
"I'm surprised you're not mad. But oh well, I'll be on my way; I'll make sure to stop by in another two years. Ed stood up, walking in two strides to where Roy stood and shook his hand while looking him straight in the eye. "Nice seeing you again Colonel."
Roy's shocked form couldn't be moved with Armstrong bolting through the door and tackling him to the ground. Ed looked him STRIAGHT IN THE EYE. There were no head movements of either of them.
"COLONEL!" Havoc came bolting through the door. "YOU'LL NEVER GUESS! THERE WAS THIS GUY RIGHT? AND HE WAS LIKE TALLER THAN ME! AND HE LOOKED JUST LIKE EDWARD ELRIC!"
It was at the precise moment when Roy figured this wasn't a horrid crazy nightmare, thus falling onto the floor in sheer horror that he will never be able to call the now almost 6 foot alchemist squirt anymore. (not like he called him that in the first place, but I use that word from time to time so THERE.)
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This is my first FMA story. well, sort of...the first one turned out to be almost the movie...yea...that was a bit weird...this is my first fic so if it sucks then you just wasted your time. If its good, you wasted your life reading fanfitions...join the club. We're getting t-shirts made...they're really cool looking. We might even get hoodies, but...it all depends.
Review if ya want...i have your hit...thats allI want.