Thanks to all you lovely reviewers for, well, reviewing!
Disclaimer: If I owned Full Metal Alchemist, I would make myself a character. Oh wait, I already am! Can't forget about cute little Sheska!
Chapter 2- Sleeping InColonel Roy Mustang was snuggled comfortably under a worn out patchwork quilt that his grandmother had made him some years ago. It was around 10:30 a.m., and Roy was holed up in his living room reading one of the local papers he had acquired from a small newsstand down the block.
As he lay back onto one the arms of a well upholstered couch and chugged down half a mug of steaming coffee, he closed his eyes, his mouth curving up into its usual smirk.
He was skipping work.
He could imagine the look on Riza's face if she had found out that he was putting off his struggle to become Fuhrer just so he could relax for a day after fooling his subordinates into thinking that he had the stomach flu.
Roy thought to himself and almost whooped with joy. No papers to sign- his wrist was constantly sore from scribbling an endless amount of signatures on endless stacks of paperwork. Having no papers to sign came the relief of not having to worry about Riza getting on his ass all the time, constantly threatening him with some sort of firearm if he started to slack off. But most of all, the one thing he was glad to be away from was the one person that he loathed and hated the most. Ed Elric, the Fullmetal Alchemist.
Right now Ed was being especially difficult for some reason. He seemed tired all of the time and stressed out and came to work sick and pale with a very disheveled look about him. Roy usually saw this look on Havoc, after he had spent another night in one of the military bars getting extremely drunk and attempting to seduce some of the waitresses. Roy knew it was obvious that Ed was upset about Al's disappearance several months before, so he let the alchemist alone for a while. However, as of late, Ed's sullen mood had just gotten worse, and Roy believed that it was time for Ed to just accept what had happened.
Al had gone missing a few weeks before Christmas, when he had gone to visit the Rockbells in Resembool. Roy had put all of his efforts into finding Al, but when he received the news that Al had never even made it to the train station, all of his subordinates, him included, had the sickest feeling that Al was dead. Despite the extensive search, no traces of his armor were found. The only lead they had on the kidnappers/killers was that they were most likely alchemists, and that there was probably more than one.
After four months, the search was stopped. All that remained of Al's disappearance lay in a folder in a file cabinet with other tragic cases. Ed, of course, had not stopped looking. He would drift in and out of central from time to time to visit the library and to rest. When he stopped in at HQ to give Roy reports, he often seemed angry or tired or sidetracked. His once resplendent, kind eyes had dulled with sadness, and his once short, fiery temper had extinguished. His face had seemed to add on twenty years or so. Needless to say, Roy was worried. No matter how much he found Fullmetal to be annoying and stubborn, he couldn't help but share his pain.
Roy frowned and sighed. He wasn't supposed to be dwelling on this; it was his day off! He chastised himself for thinking of such sad things. Then suddenly, he heard his front door open.
"Hello? Who's there? I'm -cough- sick, but I'll still incinerate you!" said Roy with his overconfidence shining through.
A voice came from the shadow of the hall. "Sick?" laughed a terrifyingly familiar voice. "Incinerate this, Colonel."
At that moment, Fist Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye stepped from the shadows, pulled a gun out of her holster, and shot an unsuspecting Roy squarely in the forehead.
Well, looks like we've got a bit of a cliffhanger here, muahaha! Calm down, it's not what you think. That would be a pretty short story if it was though, eh? Heh. I'll prolly update soon, seeing as how all I'm doing is painting my room. For some reason I'm painting it pink… I thought I hated pink… hmmm, looks like I need to get reacquainted with myself… well, R & R, you know what to do . –CutlassFire
