Drabble
Rating: PG
Status:
38/100
Secondary
Genre: Drama
Word
Count: 300
Theme:
Roy Edward #34: "Scratching with Nails"
Havoc had no idea how this situation had developed. He had no idea what had made the normally-placid Alphonse Elric so furious that he had given up on using both his martial arts training and his alchemy. On the same token, he had no idea why Riza Hawkeye had stooped to the same level, neglecting her weaponry and her military combat training in favor of raw force.
And he had no idea why they were rolling on the floor, scratching and (he could have sworn) biting at each other like a pair of rabid cats. The one thing he did know for certain was that he wasn't getting in the way; both individuals were far more dangerous than himself.
Suddenly, Alphonse yelled, "Every time you speak with him, Roy always gets upset and sad! Just because he doesn't return your feelings doesn't mean that you can ruin his life like that!"
Equally furious, Hawkeye answered, "If he would refrain from announcing his illicit relationship with you every week, I wouldn't have to interfere!"
Ah, Havoc mused, it always comes back to Roy. He took a drag on his cigarette, and could only give a melancholic smile as he saw the woman he loved and the young man that had earned his respect fighting each other like two children. Wonder if he knows how good he's got it...
Havoc, of course, didn't mind being second-place. Eventually, Hawkeye would return to him, and Alphonse would go to Roy, and everything would be right again.
"Why can't you just leave us alone? Roy's happy with this, and I'm happy with it, and it's not hurting anyone, so what's the matter?"
"If either of you would listen to me, then you would know what the matter was! Let me repeat myself, again..."