Kouru: Muska! I'm here to do the disclaimer as ckc sleeps. She does not own FMA or anything like it except for a special military dog tag and her cute, kawaii, little, awesome kul, super awesome, Edo key chain thing- WAIT A MINUTE! I thought that I was her favorite!
Edo: Wrong! I am!
Kouru: (starts crying) waaaaaa! you're so mean!
Edo: nyaa!
ckc: (comes in with ruffled hair and looking very tired) You two escaped again?
edo und Kouru: eep!
ckc: BACK TO THE DRESSER!
edo und Kouru: oookaaay... (walks away)
ckc: alrighty! thanks so much to all you reviewers! Keep on sending them and I might just update sooner! mwahahaha-
edo: yeah. nice wish.
ckc: EDO!
edo: eep!
ckc: so ... um... OKAY! here's the third chapter of Golden Shade (if anyone has a better title please tell me) and... well, I might just finish this fanfic someday
edo: yeah. nice-
ckc: -major glare of DEATH-
edo: eeeeh... I go now
ckc: and nothing much is happening here at garblegarble so I'm just going to type this up today and put it up. ARU! yes, much aru angst and he's still not in a good mood so I'm just letting him simmer for a while then put him on high and the cool. maybe add a few spices. hmmmmm... anyways, HUGHES HAS LANDED! MUSKA PEOPLE! yep Hughes is in this chappie and he is NOT DEAD... yet. BWAAHAHAHAHAHAHA- just kidding. Anyways, let's begin…. And I'll go back to sleep.
Golden Shade
Al poked at his lunch morosely, eyes glazed over. What a day. First, there was Winry with her homemade meal of death (he had disposed of it once out of her sight) then the annoying fuss about his promotion and finally--Mustang. Why did he have to be so darn persistent, poking and prodding with his smug grin and high-and-mighty drawl until you were about to burst?
The inedible looking glob of grey mass in front of him gave another unfood-like wobble making Al's stomach give another lurch. On top of everything, the cafeteria had served him posion. Just great. Today was a terrible day!
"Hey there Al! Have you seen my new pictures of Elicia? I just got them developed!"
"Huuughes," Al groaned. Could today get much worse?
The tall, black haired man grinning like a mad man sat down and plopped about a hundred or so colorful pictures in front of Al. Most had the image of a little girl with two small pigtails doing assorted events from riding a tricycle to coloring on the walls. "Isn't she the most adorable thing you've ever seen? I bet they'll cheer you right up!"
"I don't need cheering up Hughes," Al said, giving him his best glare.
"Okay, okay," Hughes said and began to lovingly put each picture back into his pockets. He leaned over the table putting on a stern look. "Anyway, I heard about your promotion-" Al rolled his eyes at this. Yeah, because Hughes had given the order for it. "-so I'm not gonna give you any more breaks, sick days, or I-just-don't-feel-like-going-to-work-days! We're just going to crack down on the work and take off like a one-way steam train! I am so glad I quit my desk job for this!"
When Al didn't respond Hughes sighed, pulled out a packet of papers and handed them to him. "Alright Mister Grumpy. If you're not gonna even crack a smile you might as well look at this. More news about our case. We found out that there are two killers and how they take care of their victims... well, it ain't pretty."
Al flipped through each page until he got to the last few and then grimaced. One was a picture of a man, a pool of blood beneath him and strange ridges all over his skin. The next was the same, and the next, and-
"ooh..." The young alchemist gave a low moan and set the papers down as his stomach gave another nauseating lurch. That food was definitely poisoned and the military was conspiring against him. When Hughes gave him a sympathetic look he straightened and forced himself to stand up.
"I'm gonna go look over this," Al said, and gave Hughes a sloppy salute, walking out of the cafeteria.
"Hold it right there Al!"
"Now I know this day can't get any worse," the Silverfist Alchemist grumbled and gave his superior officer the nastiest glare he could manage while feeling sick.
Mustang threw an arm around Al's shoulder, dragging him back to the table. "Now Silverfist you should really eat some lunch. We don't want an officer dying of-"
"Brigadier Mustang, I thank you for worrying about my well-being but I would appreciate it if you wouldn't pester me anymore, " Al said sharply, trying to wriggle out of his commander's hold but Mustang simply rolled his eyes.
"Come on Al! It's not like I'm forcing you to eat poison. Just take a seat-"
"Um, Mustang. I don't think-"
The black haired man only talked louder over Hughes' voice. "-and shove some of that military garbage down your throat. You look like a walking skeleton. Fullmetal would've shoved the whole table down his-"
"Enough!" Al commanded and slipped out of Mustang's grasp. Hughes and Mustang stared at their subordinate as he began a quiet tirade.
"I'm sick of everyone fussing over me all the time. It's always 'Hey Al, you look sick. Are you okay?' or 'Oh Al, is everything alright? You look a little pale.' It's a bunch of crap and it makes me sick. I can take care of myself."
Mustang opened his mouth to protest when Al gave him a sharp glance and it closed with a snap. "And all of these looks I get in the hallways. People stare at me like I'm about to drop dead on the spot or burst into tears. But, you know what? I'm fine! It's not like I'm gonna kill myself over what's happened. I've moved on from the past and nothing is bothering me!" By now the entire mess hall was silent.
"Listen kid," Mustang said. "We know how you feel-"
"Shut up! You have no idea how I feel!" Al screamed at him. "I'm sick of it! I'm sick of this place!" He turned sharply and sprinted out the doors leaving behind a stunned Mustang.
ckc: okay, so bad? Good? Abnormal? Muska? Please review! … my self-esteem is down today….
Kouru: HEY muska! What's up?
ckc: WAAA! YOU LOWER MY SELF-ESTEEM!
Kouru: nani?
ckc: -snerk- just joking. Anyways FMA RULES! and Envy must die…. Bwaahahhahahahhaha another envyfan bwahahhahahahhahaaa……