Disclaimer: Sorry, I don't own the characters, but the story line is mine.
A/N: Time for a new chapter. And with the new chapter brings one of my fav. charries! I decided to let Ed, Al, and Katie have a break..
A dark sigh was issued from somewhere under a large pile of papers stacked very untidedly on a marble desk. The sigh came from the incredibly sexy mouth of one, Roy Mustang. Roy Mustang was the youngest to ever reach the rank of Brigadier General, having reached after helping save all of Central in the attacks not more than six months ago. He had been a Colonel, and a damn good one at that, he thought. He'd been demoted shortly after Edward Elric had disappeared to save his younger brother Alphonse because the lack of effort. He just stopped trying. He eventually was stationed on the edge of the country in a desolate and cold place to stand guard aginst nothing. When Edward had come flying back into the world to save his younger brother, the Flame Alchemist couldn't help but return to his former self. Working quickly, he soon rose back in the ranks, quickly returning to his former rank and then going above. Sadly though, this meant that he would have to go back to his paper work. He was happier to know that Ed and Al were together again and that they were both alive, but he wasn't so happy about all the paper work he had.
"Sir, you have a message." Colonel Riza Hawkeye. When Mustang had been promoted, so had the previously First Lieutenant had been promoted to a Colonel, his old post. Col. Hawkeye was a strict woman with a tight bun of blonde hair tied behind her head in the appropriate military style for women. She was stern with the General and always made sure he did his work, even if it was at gunpoint. See, Col. Hawkeye was also a very gun-happy woman and kept all of Mustang's underlings, and Mustang himself, in line with military terms.
"Just set it on the pile, Colonel." Roy waved his hand at the messy pile on his desk. He ran a slightly-pale hand through his hair, revealing a black eye patch covering one of his eyes. He had lost his eye when he had fought the previous Fuhrer to remove him from this world. His other eye, however was completely normal and almost jet black. He didn't have the reputation for being a lady killer for no reason either, you could tell at once glance at him.
"Sir. It's important." The tone the Colonel used made the General look up in a start, "It's about a promotion." Roy's expression changed slowly from surprise to pleasure.
"Wonderful." He took the letter from Hawkeye's outstretched hand and read through the letter quickly. Apparently the boys at Central had noticed that he was doing even better than before, getting everything done in record time. He was being moved up! And...! He was up for the position of Fuhrer! There would be an interview to make the final decision. Roy looked up egaerly at the patient Colonel, "They want to interview me about being Fuhrer." His voice was soft. If only his best friend, Maes Hughes were here to see it happen. He almost started to cry at the thought of his old friend, but smiled instead. "I think this calls for a celebration!"
"Yes, sir!" Hawkeye let one of her rare smiles slip onto her lips, "Shall I call First Lieutenant Havoc?"
"And Breda, Falman, and Fury as well!" Roy grinned like a school boy who had just been handed a box of chocolate. "Tonight...you'll all get a good dinner and some fine wine!"
After a long night of celebrating, Roy finally reached his small apartment at the edge of town. His hair was rumpled worse than ever and his eye patch was slightly ajar, but not enough to reveal what was to remain hidden. His clothing was askew as well, but only enough to look as if he had just made out with someone and was trying to hide from whoever that was.
He stumbled over toward where his bed was and slumped over it. In a few deft movements his clothing had fallen to the floor except for his white shirt that always remained under his uniform and his flame boxers. Before he could rightly fall asleep, however, his thoughts drifted to how he was promotoed. And then to how it was really all thanks to the Elric's that he was getting this chance. And how, even worse, that he would never get to thank them. And worst of all, how badly he wanted to see Edward Elric.
As Roy laid there, thinking, he pictured Edward in his mind as he saw him that last time. His blonde hair, which he had always kept in a braid before, had suddenly been transformed into a long, beautiful pony tail. How old his clothing seemed, but at the same time looked elegant on his trim body. How bright his eyes had been when he saw Mustang arrive to help. His heart seemed to ach slightly. And at that moment, his eyes shot open and he felt the tug as his heart told him to close them so he could see Edward's face again.
No, he told himself firmly, I can't think of him like that. Not now. Not ever. He'd been trying to stop think about Edward whenever he could...it just wasn't working. He couldn't help it. No matter what he thought about, it always ended up with Edward. His hair, his eyes, anything about him. Anything would trigger it. Ever since that day when they had parted: Ed to save his brother and Roy to save the people, he couldn't stop thinking about him.
Would Edward ever come home? Roy didn't know and he shouldn't have cared either. But he did...oh did he care! His chest ached when he thought about Ed and though his head told him he was just making things up, he knew that it was true. He was in love with someone he could not afford to love.
A/N: I hope you all enjoyed that little tidbit of Roy's POV. I thought it seemed a good idea for a change of view while Katie, Ed and Al make their way towards the new portal. Tell me what you think!