Hi Hi! Hehe *scratches back of head* seems as though I haven't updated for …*looks at calendar* *sweatdrops nervously*…..ehem a ….a while…..
Hehe…please don't kill me. *dodges thrown cow* HEY!
Anyway here's chapter three to show you I haven't given up! NEVER! *dodges another thrown cow* HEY! …..mumble mumble….
The meeting had been slightly delayed, due to the new king's own procrastination. Mustang felt relived one, because that would make them on time, but also two, annoyed, lately after the new king was sworn in, he didn't seem that interested in his duties and in fact acted as if he didn't care about the state at all. This practically infuriated the Colonel mostly because this would make the state more vulnerable to invasion, which was probable after the catastrophe of the previous king being a homunculus. Not that anyone outside the incident knew of it, most of them were dead anyway. Only the Elric brothers knew about it and those that Mustang trusted the most.
The two alchemists sat down next to each other at the large table outfitted for major conferences, Ed once again gained his usual 'I don't care about the state and now I'm annoyed' look as they waited for their king.
Twenty minutes passed and Ed's eye was beginning to twitch in major annoyance, Mustang on the other hand was greatly entertained by this and was making mental bets as to when the blond would crack. It was five minutes before Ed's hands slammed on the table, standing.
"What the hell is taking that guy so long!"
Everyone in the room visibly flinched, they all knew of their Kings incompetence but none had the balls to voice their thoughts like Ed.
"Hm, I see that some of the state alchemists will need to be disciplined in the art of patience." the King strode through the door with the air of someone who knew that they were in power. "Who's ever in charge of that child should take care that he keeps his mouth shut."
Edward started shaking in rage and Mustang, with great effort, pulled the fuming alchemist down into his seat. He leaned into the blond as if to speak into his ear.
"Don't make a scene," he whispered as soothingly as possible, "He may be an idiot, but he isn't a moron. He could have you sent to prison for any more talk like that, and where would I be without you to yell at."
Edward slowed his shaking and breathing out he unclenched his fists.
"Ehem," General Burns called for attention, "Now that the King has arrived we may begin, this meeting has been called to discuss the welfare of the state, and in doing so our alchemic abilities are key. We specifically need to think about how to use them to better the lively hood of the people and the military. Any ideas may be brought to the table- blah blah blah"
Edward zoned out of the conversation, he knew as long as the King was around, change wasn't really going to happen unless it benefited the King. His gaze ran around the different alchemists, one had a strange hat on, another was so short and pudgy he reminded Ed of Gluttony. His eye's ran over that of a woman's who was making googley eyes at his Mustang….
Ed's head hit the table. Everyone in the conference ceased talking to stare at the young alchemist. Mustang looked over Ed worriedly.
"Perhaps, my subordinate should step out, I fear he is feeling ill." Mustang stood up and helped Ed stand.
The King looked over to them in mock concern, "Ah but won't you miss the meeting young Flame Alchemist?"
"I shall take excellent notes, if it's all the same your highness." Armstrong put in.
The dark haired man shot a look of gratitude at the large man and lead Edward out the door.
Meanwhile in Ed's mind:
My Mustang, my Mustang. He's not mine! He doesn't even like me! Stupid, Stupid brain! Why won't it get through my head that he is off limits? He likes girls! He's at least ten years older than me… then again dad was from what I know at least four hundred years older than mom…GAH! NO no NO! My brain needs to STOP WORKING! … but I'm a state alchemist I'm not supposed to stop thinking and it really isn't in my nature to... ACK! Why does my brain insist on picturing things that aren't relevant to my thoughts…then again it was Mustang…
"Fullmetal? Hey! Snap out of it!"
The blond blinked, "Huh?"
"What the hell was that? You nearly gave me a heart attack!" Mustang released his grip on Edward's shoulders.
Ed looked around and saw that they weren't in the conference room anymore, "Oh, I uh zoned out, do that sometimes when I'm bored, is it over?"
"No!" Mustang stared at the beautiful blond incredulously, for a hot genius, Ed had some weird habits. "You spazed out and slammed you head on the table and started muttering, were you that angry?"
Ed shoved away the hands on his shoulders, "Well sorry, next time i'll try my hardest not to make you look bad, Colonel Bastard."
He turned to stomp away but Mustang grabbed his sleeve, "Wait, Ed, I was just worried okay, I suppose I overreacted a bit. Just don't go trying to make enemies in the military, I still don't know which ones are corrupted, and I don't want you killed off because some ass thinks you're annoying."
Edward was silent, Mustang released his grip on Ed's sleeve and Ed took a step forward, "I'm sorry." And he ran off.
Mustang smiled after him, I'm in love...
He turned away and walked a couple meter before he came to a screeching halt, Oh no, not this again. Mustang mentally slapped himself I repressed those feelings for a reason damn it! I guess lying to myself didn't work. It doesn't help that he's finally of age either. Urg.
Mustang bumped into his desk and maneuvered his way around it to sit down, I could just come out and ask him, then again he might punch me in the face, and I like my nose unbroken...
Okay, I'm the Flame Alchemist, let's look at this in a logical way, I could try ignoring my feelings once again, but I can just tell that I'd end up jumping him and get killed, or worse... he'd hate me forever. Okay there's a no to that one. I could get him to like me back, or at least try. Small things, a drink, lunch, work my way up to movies and dinner dates. Hm, let's save that one. A little long, but it's the safest road. I could kiss him and gauge his reaction,... and I'd get sucker punched, and it would be wishful thinking to say otherwise.
The Colonel sat at his desk eyebrows furrowed in concentration. Meanwhile his team was huddled together.
"What do 'ya thinks on the Colonel's mind, huh?" asked Breda
"Beat's me, I just thought he had to go to the bathroom."
"Shut up Furey, he'll here you! It's obviously a girl, "said Havoc
Falmen nodded, "He always gets that face whenever the girl plays hard-to-get, so he thinks up a way to ensnare her in a trap."
"You make it sound as if they're flies or something, with a venus fly trap. Or like a spider." Furey said grimacing.
"But it is!" Insisted Havoc "The Colonel must have a tough one this time, look at him. He's thinking so hard, my head hurts."
The little gossip group giggled, not unlike a group of teenage girls.
"And I'm thinking that whatever the Colonel's business is should stay the Colonel's business. And that you four should get back to work." Hawkeye's voice drifted from behind them, a cool but menacing aura emanated from her and the men hurried to find something to do to look like they were working.
A knock came on the office door, and a petite girl shuffled into the room. Mustang, who had woken from his daze by the sound of the door, recognized her as the bottle blond girl with pig tails from the alchemy meeting.
"Um, Colonel Mustang?" she asked
Mustang sat up and put his charmer face on, "Yes? Miss-?"
"Oh, I'm Major Lesley Shark, sir. I was wondering... um-"
The whole office leaned into the conversation, but then again, what man wouldn't want to hear that cute girl's voice.
"I was wondering, if you know where I could find Major Edward Elric?" The girl blushed, and looked at her shoes in the most adorable way.
Everyone's mouths dropped, this cutely, adorably, hot girl wanted ED?
Mustang was too, shocked, "Ah, um. Sorry, I don't know where he'd be at this time."
The girl pouted, and all the boys wanted to squeal.
"But, I guess he'll be back tomorrow. I'll call him to my office at thirteen hundred hours, is there some sort of message you need to give him?"
Again the girl blushed, "Something like that, but i'll have to give it to him in person."
Roy's heart sank, as he nodded and the girl practically skipped out of the room. He knew, from experience, that that Lesley girl would make the "moves" on Ed at that time, and Roy would be just that farther away from Edward.
Havoc sauntered over to Mustang's desk, "Ha, Colonel, what's with the face? Jealous that the Boss is gonna get some and not you?"
Mustang glared the deepest most loathsome glare he had ever given someone, and Havoc got the feeling he got it all wrong.
"Shut up."
Bwahahahaha! What will happen next? Hm? Do you know?
No you don't, I do! lol ^^
Thanks to numerous beatings with a stick and anime books this got done so let's all silently thank Seiren for her work and the lump on my head.
*bows head* and now we move on, read, and review please!
ah! before I forget, Thriteen hundred hours is zoo-lo time for one o'clock in the afternoon for those who don't know
and if you're having trouble visualizing the new girl, think a blond Lenalee from D. Gray-Man, but like Ed's height, 'cause god she usually looks tall to me for some reason 0_o
anyway hope to hear from you soon!
