T'day With Black Hayate!
Colonel Roy Mustang! By the invitation of your guests, I, Major Alex Louis Armstrong am here!. Small pink sparkles filled the room as the huge, muscle-bound major squeezed through the front door and into the living room. There he took his seat next to Breda, and began talking to Roy casually. We never invited him... Breda, Kain, and Havoc thought at once.
Everyone other than Roy was staring at Armstrong in amusement. The chair under Armstrong wiggled and shook a little, then broke down completely. Out of the remnants came a half dead Havoc.
Y-you squished me! Havoc stood up and started yelling at the Major.
Oh my! Why, the only way I can possibly soothe your pain would be... Everybody except Havoc took cover under a couch as Armstrong began his trademark muscle . ...To show you the technique passed down the Armstrong family line!
Armstrong flexed his muscles, ripping off his uniform in one swift movement. Shredded clothes went everywhere as Armstrong began flexing his huge muscles for Havoc. You cant imagine how many new uniforms I had to buy for him and his ridiculous size... Mustang thought as he viewed from behind a couch. By now Havoc has fainted, thinking if he plays dead Armstrong will just walk away.
Ahh, my majestic muscle mambo must have put his throbbing nerves to a gentle sleep! Armstrong exclaimed while walking up the steps. Well, I'll go find myself a shirt, you guys have fun! And with that the towering figure left.
Havoc jumped up and stretched. Everyone sat back down on the couch and began talking again. But after a few moments pink sparkles filled the room once again as Armstrong came in wearing one of Hawkeye's pink blouses. All at once the room was in uproar, and everybody pointed and laughed at the Major.
Well, it does show off my beautiful biceps! and before you know it, Armstrong rips the small blouse off too. But this only makes them laugh even harder.
Meanwhile with Hawkeye and Hayate
A small thud woke the First Lieutenant up from her sleep. She was unaware of her surroundings until she looked to her left. Outside was an orange blur as the sun was setting outside of the train box. To her right was the small sleeping puppy. Everything came rushing back to her.
What Winry said... Riza thought, still sleepy and with her eyes half closed. The words still ran through her head.
Edward...how can you not tell that I love you...I love you...Ed...
Then she remembered when she was waiting for the train...
How can you not see...
How can you no see what?Roy Mustang...how can you not see that I love you? Riza Hawkeye whispered, slipping between sleep and consciousness. Her cheeks became a rosy red, and she blushed more than she ever had before. That has to be it, why would I be acting so strange all of a sudden? Riza grabbed a strand of her hair, realizing that it was still down. What Winry said echoed through her head again: Edward...how can you not tell that I love you...
Unable to stay awake any longer, Hawkeye fell asleep, her head lightly falling onto the sleeping Hayate's back.
Meanwhile at the Hawkeye Residence
Ok men! The name of the game is Tag: Mustang Super Edition! Mustang slipped on both of his gloves as he explained the game. Kain, Breda, Havoc, and Armstrong stood in a straight line facing the Commander as he explained the rules. The rules are simple! I will turn my back and count to ten. When I turn around, I will people, making them out. Whoever is last tagged gets to be it next time! And with that he turned around to face the wall. Everyone ran to hide.
and with that Mustang snapped his hand, making a small flame. He kept its shape as he slowly rounded the corner to the couch. Mustang swiftly flicked his fingers, sending the small pyro towards Kain's end.
Aigh! Colonel, why did you burn my rear! he screamed as he rolled on the floor putting the flame out.
All part of the rules of Tag: Mustang Super Edition! My special type of tag will be in the form of flames! But Kain was no longer listening. He ran upstairs and dumped himself into a bath.
Mustang made his way up the steps and into Hawkeye's bedroom. Just as he expected, someone was hiding in her bed. He tiptoed up to the bed, then ripped the sheets off and sent a flame right into it. Only a sooty Havoc remained, laying down on top of a charred bed.
He wasn't dead, just unconscious. So Mustang went on with his horrendous spree of flame-tagging. A quick survey of Hawkeye's room for more hidden people was to no avail. The only thing he found was a small framed picture on her dresser. It was a picture taken by Havoc, of Roy and Hawkeye shoulder to shoulder, wearing their uniform and Roy flashing his state alchemist watch. He remembered that day; it was the day that he had received his name: The Flame Alchemist. Riza was always there for me... thought Mustang. But he was forced to resume when he realized that Breda was trying to sneak out of the closet.
One quick snap of the fingers sent Breda running for his life from a living flame. But on the way downstairs he was clipped by the flame, and ended up hiding in the corner with Kain and the unconscious Havoc that Kain had retrieved. The only one left was Major Armstrong.
Ha! I found a weakness in your tagging technique, Colonel! Armstrong was wearing another one of Riza's sweaters, but this time it was soaking with cold water. All I had to do was flush my muscles with water, making me flameproof! He was right. Try as he did, Roy's flames did nothing to the huge, wet Major. And now, it is time for the hunter to become the hunted!
Armstrong ripped a piece of the sheet rock wall off and started punching it swiftly, creating large spires that went flying at Roy. He quickly dodged them, then ran down the steps to the kitchen. Armstrong followed, carrying a piece of raw ivory to use as ammo for his attack. By time they reached the kitchen, ivory spikes decorated the walls and the ceiling was completely black from the random fires spurting from the ground.
Roy stopped moving, and pulled his gloves down tight. Armstrong dropped the ivory and started stretching.
Final attack? Roy asked while rapidly flicking his fingers to charge it up.
Why not? Armstrong said as he got into position to give the floor a final pound.
That was all Mustang needed to hear. He spun around once, then flicked both his fingers at once, creating a prism-colored pyro arrow. Armstrong punched the ground with all his might, creating huge waves of rock and cement from miles below the surface. The two attacks clashed, creating an explosion big enough to make the whole house shake on it's supports.
I see the two stopped playing around... Havoc murmured as he fainted again.
When the smoke cleared, the two state alchemists lay sprawled on the ground. It was a tie.
Oh man...how will I explain this damage to Hawkeye, let alone ask her out! Mustang sighed and then slipped into sleep.
END
AN: Sorry for the wait...I was gonna type more, but my semester started already. Please review!
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