Author's Note: I do not own Full Metal Alchemist or anything associated with it. Wish I did, but I don't.
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Maes Hughes was Roy Mustang's senior at the academy. Come time for Maes' graduation, he and Roy were feeling rather melancholy, but their smiles and laughter were still detectable. Near one of the pillars in the cafeteria, they were saying how much they would miss each other while Mustang finished up his time there. With four days left, he looked at his best friend and knew exactly what was going through the other's mind.
For instance, it was always Roy and Maes. Maes and Roy. Soon it would be just Roy and just Maes. Three years of friendship, three years of laughter, three years of tears, three years of glomping in the middle of the hallways, three years of blatantly not paying attention to anything or anyone else, three years of each other being down each others' throats (in both good and bad times), three years that have shaped them into what they were, and what they were to become. In attempts to lighten the mood, Roy brought out a joke from earlier in the year.
"You're retarded," he said. Knowing instinctively that his friend would run away crying, Roy placed his hand upon Maes' hip. In a strict but light voice, Roy kept his hand down and repeated, "No... stay...". As soon as Roy uttered "stay", Maes slapped him.
"Hey!" Roy exclaimed, putting one hand on his cheek and putting the other into a snapping position (it was known to be Mustang's habit to incinerate annoyances at the academy). Once he took his hand away from his cheek, Maes started laughing maniacally. After a few minutes glaring at the perpetrator, Roy loosened up and started laughing again.
During another one of their conversations, Maes realized that, perhaps, he was one hell of an influence on Mustang. He really wasn't sure if it was a good thing or not . Maes was always the one to give hugs that would make your back crack, he was also the one who would smother you with any pictures or movies or information on the ones he loved. For once, it was Mustang who clung to Maes.
"Don't leave meeee!" he begged.
"Um, sorry Roy...," Maes started while attempting to disentangle himself from his suddenly possessive friend, "I can't exactly help it."
Clawing, cuddling, glomping and the like were Maes' territory. Shocking as it was to have a Roy glued to his leg, random as it was to see him actually showing some sign of emotion, Maes was reminded once again that it was three years coming to an all-too-hasty ending. Hughes did whatever he could to make the time with his best friend last as long as possible, like rubbing his foot up Mustang's calf.
"The hell?"
"I've got fuzzy socks on!"
Maybe it was the way Maes said it, all happy and perky and such, or maybe it was the prospect of calling your best friend in to the mental institution. Either way, Roy couldn't help but stand there in awe, blinking at his best friend, who was still rubbing up against his calf. What surprised Roy the most, however, was the statement that followed.
"I've got smooth legs..."
To which Maes boasted rather loudly, "I've got hairy legs!"
"Well, mine are better, mine are all smooth!"
Maes chuckled as he watched his best friend argue about his surprisingly smooth legs, and said to no-one in particular, "We all knew Roy was a pansy anyway."