Editor's note: It's summer, and I've been in summer school for Geometry (NO I DIDN'T FAIL ANYTHING!) So yeah, I keep getting bombarded with my new muses; Cid, "Damn right, you better write some good shit!" Vincent and Axel "It's Axel. A-X-E-L. Got it memorized?" So yeah...well, after major threatening and revising and addtions of my own; I'm proud to present Chapter 2 Rude Awakenings! Cid:"Alrighty! Bring on the beer!" Vincent: "Red wine please." Axel:" Damn! MY games rated E10! But I'll take Vodka anyway!" ON WITH THE STORY! Italics for character monologue
Chapter 2
Breda's high-pitched screeches mingled with Black Hayate's startled yelping, creating an admirably efficient alarm clock of sorts. Havoc; sputtering thickly through the muck mask of his face; had suddenly become an unfortunate witness to what could be called the reactions of decidedly not "morning people". "Morning people" defined as those bright-eyed, bushy-tailed freaks of nature who actually like waking up to a horrible cacophony of howls with a hangover. These people, however, were not within a 400 mile radius of Central, or, in fact, Amestris at all. (unless you count the Fuhrer, but he's not what we'd call "people") Now, back to the story--
Hawkeye woke up shooting, an explosion of wildly fired bullets, accomplishing her frantic mission to murder the (mercifully de-Fuery-fied) evil spinning desk chair. Scieska squeaked and fell of the coach, quickly joining Fuery in taking refuge (cowering pitifully) under Mustang's desk.
"Whoa...there's food under here!"
"Ummm Fuery, maybe we shouldn't be--CHOCOLATE!"
As the massacre of office furniture continued (next to go was the potted plant) somehow Armstrong, just keptsnoring. Really-reallyloudly. And it just got worse. A jangling telephone (Havoc fervently hoped it wasn't his mother) blended with the racket, harmonizing nicely with the rat-tat-shatter of the Colonel's favorite coffee mug. The one brightly declaring 'I See Short People!' Ed would thrilled.
The Colonel...
Blinking groggily amidst the surrounding chaos (formerly known as his office), it took Roy a moment to feel the person tucked comfortably under his chin. Tilting his head slightly to investigate, he paused, uttely nonplussed, at the telltale flash of gold and red.
"Fullmetal? But-...! Wha-...? How did he...? Oh. Right. The coffee...Ugh..."
Indeed, the smaller alchemist was currently curled quite tightly into the crook of his arm, clinging to Roy's beloved military jacket as he snuggled closer, away from the noise. The Flame marveled for a minute; it wasn't often you saw Edward Elric so, so unguarded. Vulnerable. Pfft, he was anything but...Still...
Ah, well. Mentally groaning at the tantrum that was so sure to follow, Mustang resigned himself to waking Ed up. And he tried. He really did. But after several increasing, vehement, futile attempts, the-kid-would-not-budge. The Colonel glared at him in exasperation as the blonde smiled innocently, exchanging a soft sigh as he reamined fas t asleep.
Then Roy remembered something Alphonse had told him awhile back. Leaning close to Ed's ear, he whispered:
"Shrimpcake."
The resulting kick was both instant and painful. For future reference, it would appear that shins and automail weren't compatible.
However, Mustang's quiet, deciededly pissed cursing (berating himself as a moron, Ed as as ungodly tiny speck with a height complex and a destructive streak, alcohol in general, and, for some odd reason, the color pink.) finally had an effect. FullMetal fidgeted, frowning and grumbling, until he pulled away to yawn and rub his eyes. Peering up through his bangs sleepily, he froze, wide-eyed.
"Good Morning FullMetal," Roy intoned softly, eyes glinting with amusement as the younger stared up at him blankly. Flushing bright red, he quickly looked away, registering exactly where he was.
Clearing his throat, he seperated quickly from the Colonel, scrambling to sit up as he attempted to regain some dignity.
"...Ummmm...I...uhhh...Yup Edward, THAT was articulate!
Ed looked down, crimson with embarrassment, and Mustang almost missed the mumbled "Good Morning" in reply. Grinning easily, he met hesitant golden eyes, cocking an eyebrow and asking curiously, "Sleep well?"
Ed went, if possible, even redder. "Maybe..."
"Good." And he meant it. "So did I."
The silence stretched.
And right about then, Roy Mustang realized the room was entirely too quiet...
BoF: And so ends another cliffhanger chapter...annoying isn't it?
Vin: Very much so.
Axel: Can Roxas be a muse too?
BoF: What the hell...more the crazier! Any objections?
Axel: HELLS NO! (drags in tied up Roxas)
Vin:...if it will keep Axel quiet...
Cid:...The HELL WAS THIS #$$ SHIT? They were gay!
BoF:...you need to be slapped...you are the ones begging me to write a CidXVin!
Axel: AxelRoxas too please nice writer lady!
BoF: Fine! ...when I'm not too busy playing KH2...again...or going to school
Axel: YAY!
Cid:...Stupid gay faggots...(gives the cute puty face)
Vin:(hugs Cid) There. Now shut up.
Cid:OKAY!
BoF: IDIOTS! Next chapter whenever weget around to it....
Vin: That means never...