Chapter 2-Memories, rants and Gay love!
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And other two, Yes I shall! Here it is
A woman with a tight, terra-twist walked down the hallway holding a large amount of paperwork in her arms. She looked straight ahead and stopped at an oak door, and placed her hand on the knob and turned it. Her eyes widened. "Sir?" she asked, walking quickly to his desk. There sat a man, who looked as if he was sleeping with his eyes open. A bubbly liquid was slipping from his slightly opened mouth. She stood there staring at him. "Sir!" she said, slapping her hands to her side, closing her eyes quickly.
"GAH!" he yelped, spazzing out and falling back in his chair, landing with a loud thud.
A spiky haired male, in a different room eyed the room cautiously. "My fortune said…if you hear a loud thud, your crush would confess his love for you." He said slowly. "…Which means…Oh my god!" he said standing up quickly. "I better look my best for him1" He said loudly and ran down the hallway, causing many to stare after him, wonder whether he is sane or not.
She gave a small smile.
He quickly stood up and straightened up, to his position as a Colonel and then kind of fell on the desk.
"Sir, are you okay?" she asked, cocking her head to the right.
"I swear to drunk I'm not god," he slurred.
Riza sighed. "Sir, you know you're supposed to come to work with a hangover," she sighed as she set down the mountain of papers on his desk.
"Ugh…I'm not drunk…I swear," he muttered, not in convincing way.
"Sir, you have-" she started to say when, loud yelling interrupted her.
"Brother, call down! I'm sure it's just a mistake!" said a quiet, kind voice.
"Al! It ain't a mistake! He put us on a life-endangering mission! That woman was crazy!" a loud voice yelled.
"Ed you should just-"
The door flew open, the knob made contact with the wall, denting it. A short blonde braided male dressed in red and black waltzed up to the desk and slammed his white-gloved hands on the wooden surface. "Colonel! What the hell was up with the crazy ass mission with retrieving that document! What's more important or lives or that damned document!" He yelled.
The woman stood behind the dark haired male, looking serious.
The dark haired male leaned back, and put his boot across his other leg and rested his head on his gloved hand in a lazy like matter. "Oh what ever do you mean Edward?" He asked, like he didn't care or know what the boy was blabbering about.
"You know exactly what I mean!" he yelled.
"You need to control your anger Ed," he said smugly, as he fiddled with his pen. "Yes, I know what you're talking about. But, you chose to be in the military!" He snapped, throwing the pen aside. "You can quit any time you want to," he added.
"Damnit!" Ed yelled. "Here are your damn documents," he spat, threw the "light" material at the man.
Roy coughed as it hit chest, hard. "Guess, I deserved that." He sighed.
"Sir, I have some-" she started to say, but somehow her boot made contact with uneasy board and she began to fall. The man's eyebrows raised and jumped up without even giving it a second thought and caught the falling woman. She blinked and stared into his black eyes, as if in a deep trance.
"Ohhh yours arms are my castle oh your heart is my sky, they wipe away-" Sang a woman's voice, as if was trapped in some of technology. Havoc walked by carrying a portable boom box and dancing to the music. "HAVOC!" Roy yelled. Riza, looked away blushing slightly. The spiky haired male turned to him, sparkly eyed. /He said my name/ he cooed to himself.
BANG! A gunshot blasted the boom box, exploding it to pieces. "There," Riza said calmly as she placed her gun back in the proper holster.
He gasped and looked down at it, if were his most prized possession. "TRACY!" he cried, picking up the pieces.
"Tracy?" Roy asked, raising a brow.
Havoc turned her, crying. "You'd shot Tracy!" Havoc cried. No actually sobbing, like a pathetic grown up child.
A woman with short brown hair walked by, staring at the man as she was talking on a , flip out phone on her ear. "….Yeah, He's nuts alright," she said loudly.
"TRACY!" he said sobbing, hugging the broken remains.
"For god's sake Havoc it was just a boom box!" Roy yelled, throwing his arms out.
Havoc sat there whimpering like a small puppy. "…Tracy!" he wailed.
Roy sighed. "How did he even get hired?" he thought to himself.Riza gave a slight movement with her shoulders. "Ahem," she said clearing her throat. "You should look over the documents the Edward went into a fit about. If you don't he'll"
"-I'll get on it," he said, flicking his hand at her. "Continue with your work, I have some other stuff to work on,"
"Sir," She said with a quick nod and bustled out of the office, and walked past the pathetic grown man, shaking her head.
"Havoc…" said a voice.
Havoc looked up, from his despair. "Yeah? What is it Roy?" he asked, changing back to what you'd consider normal. He got up and walked towards the desk, with the sun shining into the room, making Roy looked shadowed. " I need…some advice," he said slowly, as he got up and looked outside, at the shooting range.
"Ya?" he asked, as he light a cigarette and placed it delicately in his mouth.
"Hypothetically, How do you tell someone you care about them, or know they like you?" he asked, turned his head slightly from the blinding window.
Havoc's face lit up. /Oh this is the day/ "I FEEL THE SAME WAY ROY!" he blurted out. He quickly covered his mouth, foolishly forgetting he had a cig there still.
A few seconds later.
"SHIT!"he yelled spitting out the cig and blowing on his hand. "Oh my friggin' Jesus! That hurt man!" he hissed.
Roy stood there blinking. "Uh…that's nice?" he half asked. Still stunned from the confession that rang out a few seconds prior,
Havoc inhaled and gulped. "What's nice?" he asked, forgetting what he had just said.
Roy blinked a few more times. "You've got serious issues," Roy said, as , ran his gloved hand through his hair.
"What did I say?" Havoc asked still confused.
Roy turned to him. "You basically said you loved me." He said bluntly.
Havoc's eyes grew. "Oh dang…I spoke my mind literally without realizing it again…"He muttered, as he scratched his head. "So wanna go out?" he asked hopefully.
"I'm STRAIGHT." Roy snapped.
"Awh come on!" Havoc whined.
"I'm S-t-r-a-i-g-h-t. Got it memorized?" Roy asked with a smug smirk.
Havoc started to tear up, "My fortune lied to me!" he wailed.
Roy raised an eyebrow. "Fortune? Isn't Breda giving those out? You know they're fake, right?" he half asked.
Havoc Gulped. "DAMN! " he cursed. He then narrowed his brow. "BRRREEEDDDAA!" he yelled as he ran out of the office.
Roy stared after him, as if he was a sad, sad little man. He sighed. "I think I'll go get some coffee," he said aloud, placing a gloved hand in his pocket and walked out.
The blonde haired woman walked in carrying a stack of papers. She blinked, looking at the now empty office. "Oh jeez, he ran out again," she sighed, walking over to the desk and placed the stack of papers on the desk. "Always skipping out," she sighed. Her eyes fell upon a piece of paper that only showed. "To the one I love." She blinked and slightly tilted to her head, observing the line. "That's line again…." She said slowly. She was about to make a grab for it when.
"You made me say that to Roy!" Yelled a panicked voice.
"Hey! It's your own damn fault for falling for it!" a man snapped back.
"You. Made. Me. Say. Something. Like. That. To. Roy!"He said loudly, annoyed.
"I didn't make you do anything dumbass!"
Riza sighed and walked out of the office towards the commotion, and just stood there watching unnoticed.
"Shut the hell up ass!"Havoc snapped back. Then a pissed off look appeared on his face, he lunged at Breda.
Riza sighed and suddenly shot up in the air.
Havoc, of course spazzed out and stumbled and made a hole in the wall from the spazzy impact.
Breda jumped back, all FTW like. " What's your problem Hawkeye!" Breda snapped.
"Shut up all of you!" she yelled. "You're all adults, aren't you! Havoc, you shouldn't have fallen for such a silly gag and Breda, you know how gullible Havoc is," she paused and turned her stern face to the large, red haired man. "Breda, apologize," she snapped, looking back and forth at them.
"Lieutenant…" he started. He nodded. "Yes, Ma'm," he said straightening up, saluting her. "I'm sorry, Havoc," he said in a serious tone.
Riza smiled. "Havoc?" she said turning to Havoc.
He sighed. "Fine." He pouted, looking away. "I'm sorry you're ugly." He muttered.
"Havoc! Stop acting so childish and just take the situation as an adult," Riza yelled.
"Okay!" he said loudly. "I'm sorry Breda," he sighed.
"Such children…" she sighed and turned and walked off.
A dark haired male, sat on the edge of his bed, staring down at a high relief pocket watch, as he was in a deep trance.
"Yo! Roy, hurry up man! It's my big day dude!" yelled a dark haired, tall blue-eyed male, dressed in a navy uniform.
"Ron, you have such a big ego damnit," Roy spat at him. " You know I don't like going to these type of things," he pouted.
The man smiled and placed a brown-gloved hand on his head, and bent down in front of him. "Roy, you're just going to have accept I'm going to the military," he said calmly. "I'll still be able to see you, but just on occasions because I'll be busy…" he explained.
Roy turned away, eyes closed in anger like matter.
The man smirked. "Pouting are we?" he half asked.
"…"
"Ohh…. giving me the silent treatment…"He said, placing a finger on his chin and stood up. "I guess I won't give you your good-bye present then," he started to say and turned to walk off.
Roy snapped his head towards the "leaving" man. "Wait! Present!" he asked eagerly.
Ron turn around. " Ah ha! I knew you couldn't stay quiet," he said holding up his finger.
"You tricked me!" Roy yelped.
"AND…. it worked," he said with a laugh.
Roy started to pout again.
"Y'know…I wasn't lying," he said, as he pulled something from his pocket. His hand covered the surprise.
Roy looked at his clasped hand. "What is it?" he asked curiously.
Ron smirked and opened his hand to show an old silver pocket watch.
Roy gave a small gasp. "But-" he started.
"I want you to have this," Ron said, taking Roy's, hand and placed it in his open hand.
"But, father gave this to you!"
"I know. But, I want you to have it so you can remember me by." He said, smiling at the young boy. " Be good for Havoc's mom okay?" he asked, much like parent would.
Roy nodded. "I will!" Roy said loudly.
"After I leave," he started to say. "Look inside, I engraved something father always told us,"
Ron stood up and raised his hand and closed his eyes in a cheery like matter. "Ja ne," he said with a single, gloved hand raised.
"Bye brother. Come back safetly!" the teenage boy yelled, waving wildly with one hand as the other held the silver pocket watch close to him.
The man continued without turning around, towards a large group of people, gathering in front of a large white building, with a green flag, with yellow ribbon sprinting around the edges. A white chimera was roaring, on its hind legs, as if it was protecting the white building from incoming danger.
"Thank you brother," he muttered. Roy blinked and opened the pocket watch. "Never show your emotions in the amidst of war, if you do you'll perish"
Roy shook his head, awakening from his sleep. He smiled at the pocket watch, glinting under the dim lit room. "I remember what you said, Ron." He said quietly to himself. He turned and placed the pocket watch carefully on his bedside table.
From his drawer he pulled out a large book and a thin black pen and continued writing, whatever he was writing, whenever he was. It looked as if he's been writing this for a long time. The page was almost covered with small, black writing.
"…Everyday you stand by me, no matter what. Quietly, thinking and keeping your thoughts to yourself. It's natural for us soldiers to hide out emotions, but why do I have this feeling that I should share these feelings with you? But, I'm afraid, sadly to admit…." He stopped writing and placed the notebook next to the lit lamp. "That's enough for now," he sighed as he laid back, his head sinking into the pillow, looking at the spinning fan above him, giving him soft, cold kisses. He turned and quickly turned off the light and fell asleep quickly on top of the blue patterned sheets.
Yay! Chapter 2 is up!
This was a bit harder to write, but I got it. Yay.
Pop culture references
"Every time we touch"- I explained in Chapter 1, no need to explain again.
High relief- It's a type of art. It art that makes the piece look 3d, but still looks a bit 2-D, Like the silver pocket watches. : D
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I dunno when I'll have chapter 3 up…I have a lot going on this week.