Disclaimer: Full Metal Alchemist is not mine, no matter how many people I bribe with chocolates.
Just a reminder everyone, italics are thoughts.
The harsh, morning sunlight filtered in through the battered blinds, highlighting the immense amount of papers, strewn all over a certain colonel's desk. The man seated at the table blinked rapidly, trying to will himself awake without the attracting the attention of his subordinates. Leaning his elbow on a paper outlining the importance of cadet endurance, he placed his head in his hand, watching the two blondes that sat opposite him.
Lieutenant Havoc yawned, rubbing his eyes while simultaneously lighting another cigarette, utter boredom displayed on his face. He winked at his commanding officer, tilting his head slightly to indicate the other blonde in the room. He mouthed 'Good luck' and proceeded to take several long drags on his cigarette, staring at the grey rings of smoke that slowly dissipated into the air.
The raven haired man now shifted his gaze to the only woman who had ever dared to confront and verbally oppose him, First Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye. Despite the fact that the rather tasteless navy blue outfit did nothing for her figure, she still managed to distract him from his assigned duties. How he loathed the standard military uniform and the plain brown clip that pinned up her soft fair hair. Though by far the thing that irritated him most were her eyes.
While off duty, those claret eyes would glow, radiant with delight. But now, they were dull, devoid of any emotion. Robotic, lifeless, unfeeling. How he longed for her to drop her façades, to be able to express herself clearly without fear of persecution from her profession. His mind wandered, pondering the possibilities if Riza would show her feelings, her lopsided carefree smile, lustrous golden tresses, rapturous russet eyes…
"Finish your paperwork." Hawkeye quipped abruptly without even lifting her gaze.
"But…it's impossible." Mustang murmured, twirling a pen between his fingers, still daydreaming.
"Nothing is impossible, sir."
Roy sighed in defeat and pushed back a stray strand of dark hair.
Riza looked up and stared at her superior officer, with full intention to reprimand him once again for his short attention span. Havoc closed his eyes, anticipating the debate that was about to occur.
"You know, it'd be wise to start doing your paperwork." Riza stated tonelessly.
Roy turned his attention to Riza. "It would be wise…but you see I don't really feel like it."
Hawkeye raised an eyebrow. "You really are immature."
"You can't blame him…maybe he's got ADD?" Havoc supplied, leaning back in his chair.
Inevitably, Roy's coffee mug was flung across the room, spilling scalding liquid all over the source of the unhelpful suggestion.
Amid the yelps of the distressed soldier, Riza sighed. "Sir…I can't finish your work for you tonight."
"And why not?"
"I need to leave early. I have…" she hesitated, "…a gathering I must attend." I hope he doesn't take this the wrong way…but he needs to finish his work!
Roy looked crestfallen. "Oh." She has a date…I'm so stupid…why didn't I ask her out earlier? Argh…oh yeah…unfortunately there's that little rule about military fraternization…not like I'd care anyway…
With a flurry of motion, the door was wrenched open, revealing a blonde teenager and a tall suit of armour.
"Mustang…ah …emergency…" Ed panted incoherently as he stumbled into the room.
The colonel smirked. "At ease, Full Metal pipsqueak."
Hawkeye eyed the pair suspiciously. "Define emergency, Edward."
Already preoccupied with restraining his older brother, Al managed to blurt out an answer. "We're actually not quite sure of the details, we were just told to investigate a building with two trustworthy military personnel. The document said that it was a top-secret mission of utmost importance."
Roy stood, acknowledging Al's request. "In that case, Hawkeye and I will provide assistance. Havoc, you stay here and finish our paperwork."
Havoc gaped, causing his cigarette to drop from his mouth onto the floor, burning a hole in the carpet. "But…but…I can't finish this! It's impossible!"
"Nothing is impossible." Mustang intoned, a smug smile in place.
Riza shot the stunned soldier a somewhat sympathetic look and followed Ed, Al and Roy out of the room.
Havoc sighed and picked up a pen, surrendering to the massive pile of paperwork that awaited him.
"They always do this to me…"
Ah…poor Havoc. Oh if you don't know, ADD stands for Attention Deficit Disorder. Basically means you can't concentrate well for extended periods of time.
Hehe…I'm getting better at writing long chapters. Yes, this chapter isn't particularly exciting, but it's needed for the next one to make sense.
Yeah, you people out there are probably wondering where the tragedy is…well it's coming. Just wait. Reviews are always appreciated.
