Well, here's that third chapter that you've been counting on! Um, I hope you've been counting on it, or else writing this story would be totally pointless… well, at least I'm entertained. Anyway. The Disclaimer, right…
Disclaimer: I don't own any of this and never will. -cries-
Now, where was I? Ahhh, yes, Riza just shot Roy in the head.
Chapter 3: Wishes
Roy's eyes snapped open in response to the loud toll of the miniature grandfather clock hanging over his bed. He sat up and grimaced as he soon as he realized that he was extremely wet, bathed in a light coat of sweat. Gross.
It was no surprise that he was sweating, he had just had possibly the scariest dream EVER, and it immediately dashed all of his plans of ever skipping work. He often thought that perhaps Hawkeye was more devoted to his goal of becoming Fuehrer than he was. It was probably true.
Roy squinted up at the clock and groaned when he realized it was time for him to get ready for work. He rolled over to one side of his bed, only to be startled by another occupant of it. What the hell! He thought. Who the hell is this girl?
Right on cue, last night came flooding back into his memory. Riza and Havoc's wedding reception… the infinite amounts of champagne… and the cute little blushing blonde sitting in a corner… Oh God! Had he really slept with ED?
His eyes darted to the sleeping body on the other side of the bed. Long, sleek strands of brunette hair peeked out from under the linen sheets. No. Mustang's heart sank a little. He gasped, noticing, and tried to block that out of his mind. He knew very well that something like that was completely off limits, and besides, he HATED that hot tempered (short), arrogant (short), and annoying (short!) pipsqueak!… But there was just something about his temper, and his arrogance, and his courage that made Roy admire him to a certain extent. In addition, Ed did have some… interesting physical features. His aureate eyes, for one, seemed to radiate a strong, confident, glow. Then there was the matter of his hair. Now, Roy had never been able to touch it, but he'd bet the farm that it was softer than spun silk. And his body… ahhh…
Roy shook his head, and tried not to think for a minute. He then flopped out of bed, not bothering to wake it's other occupant. He really didn't need a hung over girl to get on his nerves right now. He stumbled into the bathroom and twirled the hot water handle up to the highest setting and hopped in.
Roy had slept with a lot of women (a lot of women) but he had never felt so dirty the morning after. He felt so disgusting that he scrubbed at his skin until it turned a soft pink. He stopped, and leaned his body against the one of the shower walls. Why was he feeling like this? Just as started to come up with an answer, another bit of last night's events seeped into his mind.
"Hey Ed!" he hiccupped. "Found a girl yet?"
Ed blushed slightly. "Nope."
Roy smiled crookedly. "Heh. They all probably think you're too short."
Ed's eyes twitched slightly, but he didn't fight back the Colonel's insults.
"Wassamatter, Ed?" Roy slurred. "Think it's true?"
Ed got very quiet. A drunken Hughes with an equally drunken Gracia on his arm staggered past Ed, running into him.
"Awww, Ed, don't be sad. I-I don't like it when you're sad. You're no fun. Don't…"
At that moment, Roy cupped his ungloved hand under Ed's chin and used his other to tuck some of Ed's stray hair behind his ear. He surveyed his face with a slight unsteadiness, and Ed offered a small smile.
"See? Isn't that better?" he whispered, his lips dangerously close to Ed's.
Roy's lusty look quickly turned to one of surprise as he received a tap on the shoulder. He swiveled around fast, making his head spin. He saw two amazingly gorgeous brunettes, and then only one. She had crimson lips, and a sleek black dress that made everything pop out. Roy hadn't noticed that he had started to drool slightly.
"You're Roy Mustang right?" she asked in a throaty voice.
"Uh-Huh," he said, still drooling a bit.
Her green eyes seemed to sparkle a little. "Wow, I heard that you were a big hero in the Eastern Rebellion. You think maybe we could get better acquainted in a more… secluded environment?"
"Sure, whatever you want," Roy mumbled, a grin permanently plastered on his face.
She offered him her arm, and he linked it with his. Heading towards the door, he patted Ed on the head without giving him a second glance. On the way, Roy waved to Havoc who was sitting on a couch cradling a sleeping Hawkeye, and had the gesture returned with a thumbs up when Havoc glanced at his female of choice.
Ed watched them leave with a shocked look. When the door clicked shut, he wilted slightly and turned to glance at the table of booze…
At this point, Roy had started banging his head against the door of the shower, close to tears, and pissed off at himself for being so stupid. Ed was already having a tough time as it is, and he had just made things worse because of his drunken insensitivity. He crashed his head into the glass one last time, and squeezed his eyes shut, ignoring the pain and the blood that trickled down the glass. He wished he hadn't left Ed alone, that's exactly the opposite of what he wanted. He wished he hadn't been so oblivious for so long…
Roy showed up at HQ about 30 minutes late, but no one really seemed to notice. Everyone looked groggy and hung over, so there was little chatter, except for the occasional "Pass the coffee please" or "You want another aspirin?". Roy sat down in the chair behind his usually neat desk, now littered with an assortment of reports and legal documents that he had yet to review and sign. Luckily Hawkeye wasn't here; she and Havoc had gotten to take two weeks off for their honeymoon. The Flame chuckled to himself and thought that they made the oddest couple in Amestris, and that they would have one hell of a honeymoon. He looked down at the immense stack of paperwork that lay before him, and saw a note to him on the very top. It was from none other than the devil herself.
Roy-
I'm sure that you've noticed the paperwork sitting on your desk. Just as a reminder: IF I COME BACK FROM MY HONEYMOON AND IT ISN'T DONE IN TRIPLACATE, I WILL SHOOT YOU IN THE FOREHEAD!
Have fun,
-Lieutenant Hawkeye
P.S.- Keep an eye on Ed… I'm worried about him.
Roy's hand shot up to his forehead. He definitely didn't want his dream to come true this time. And as much as he would love to keep an eye on Fullmetal, he simply couldn't. Not after what had happened last night, just hearing Ed's name made him feel like he wanted to throw up. He sighed, and for once got started on his paperwork. Suddenly, Roy looked up and looked around. Where was Ed anyway?
Ed's eyes snapped open. "Where the hell am I?" he groaned to himself. His vision was slightly blurred and he waited a moment for it to adjust. He peered around at his surroundings and realized that he was lodged in a trashcan in a very unfamiliar alleyway.
He shifted slightly, in an attempt to lower the trashcan close enough to the ground so he could pull it off, but he only succeeded in causing it to crash loudly onto the pavement. Obviously his coordination skills were still lacking a bit. Ed got to his feet quite unsteadily and realized that he had a splitting headache. As he massaged his tender temples, he tried to recall the events of the night before.
It all returned in one rush. Mustang leaving, the liquor table tempting him, picking a fight with a guy who had called him short. He started to stretch out his sore muscles and winced in pain. He looked down at his shirt and saw that it was stained with splotches of blood. It appeared to have come from a large cut on his left side, probably from the fight.
Ed stopped for a moment to remember how close Mustang was to him, how his onyx eyes bore into his golden ones with a loving hunger. Something in Ed broke down right then. His knees buckled, and he collapsed to ground, trembling fiercely as he cried.
A/N:
Mustang got no pickup lines.
He stays on the grind.
He tells Ed all the time,
"Bitch, come ride this pony." (lol. That's the 50Cent song "In My Car, for those of you who didn't know. I just couldn't resist doing my own version.)
Okay. Not exactly where I wanted to end, but I decided to set the next major event in the next chapter instead of adding it to this one. I know, both of them seem a little OOC, but it seemed appropriate since Al was Ed's reason to live. I wanted Roy to seem really affected by it too, so that's why I had him feel really guilty. Anyway, you can expect an update next week, but after that it'll be awhile since I'm going to camp. Whoo for BOA!
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