Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist.
This chapter starts off with Al's point of view, then switches over to Havoc's, then back to Al's, for all of you who are unsure of who exactly is speaking. Or thinking.
My Armor Owns Your Ashtray
The First Morning: Not a Happy Morning-Goer at All
I awoke to the sound of him chattering amiably into the phone and the smell of bacon. "Ick" was the first thought that came to my mind, but suddenly, a plateful of heavily greased, smoked pork flesh sounded very appetizing. I rolled over so that I could plant my face into the pillow: I wasn't ready for the day to come. First we'd have to talk this through, then I'd have to go and take a test. After mixing up the thoughts of breakfast, sleep, and thereby sex, work, and Havoc, I decided to roll over again, unfortunately, out of bed and onto the floor.
"Heh, hey there, sunshine," he smiled down at me, already dressed for the workday, "Breakfast's on the table, so I'll be heading out now."
"Wait, not yet, I'm not ready for work!" I said, rushing to the unpacked suitcase in the corner of the room, pulling out some clothes and morning utensils, and attempted to dive head first into the bathroom. Of course, expecting the painful bang of my face on bathroom-tile, it took me a little while to notice that I was being held mid-flight.
"You? Work? I hadn't heard about this," he said, grinning as I squirmed around in his arms.
"Well, Havoc, it's more of a job interview, now let me go, damn it!" I said, attempting to get a good kick at the shins.
"Not too happy in the mornings, are we?" he said, that irritating smirk plastered on his face as I struggled to get into the bathroom and presentable.
"Well, I don't feel comfortable in my rapist's arms, armed with nothing but the sheet I slept in, my toothbrush, and a set of clothes in my hands."
"Fine, then do you need a ride?" he offered.
"Yes, now let me down, Havoc!" I said, as he dropped me unceremoniously on the hallway floor.
He managed to brush, wash, get dressed, and wolf down breakfast in a little over five minutes then stomped around the house impatiently and a little angrily, waiting for me to finish my coffee. If he wasn't so cute doing that in his black tank and cargos, and was a little more menacing, I might have drank it a little bit faster, but for now, I guess I'm fine.
"So, where's this job interview of yours?" I asked, taking my time and enjoying my coffee. And Al's annoyed expression, of course.
"Well, the State Alchemist's exam is today and I already mailed in my application form last week." I suppose I should take his mind off of last night for a little bit and possibly soften any future blows to directed at myself.
"Following in your brother's footsteps, I see," I said, taking another sip of my drink. Really, I could do this all day.
"No, I'm not, it's just convenient. This way, I get to keep an eye on Ed and work with friends at the same time," he said, tapping his foot impatiently. He forgot the part about making a fortune, damn bastards.
"Ah, I see," I said, taking another long, slow sip, watching him take out the anxiety on his lower lip. I guess now would be a bad time to be talking about our wonderful night together, "So when is this test? Maybe I'll—"
"In five minutes."
"Oh," I said, taking another sip before spitting it back out and into the sink, realizing what he just said, "Holy shit, five minutes?!"
Sex talk could wait.
After shooting down a good twenty blocks in what one would think would be a missile, taking a simple written exam, and successfully completing the presentation of how well we can transmute random things such as rocks, trees, and dirt into something completely awesome like an identical copy of Havoc's military-issue car, including cigarettes, random pieces of paper that seemed to litter the car's glove compartment, and other such things, it all boiled down to me passing. Yay.
"—and finally, since I can't seem to think up some creative title to give you," the Fuhrer rambled, "you'll just be 'Al, the State Alchemist.' Is that okay?"
"I suppose that's fine for now, thank you," I said, trying my best not to laugh or snicker. Considering this was the man who wrote my paycheck and all, I probably shouldn't. In fact, I'm fairly surprised that I passed, considering I have a reputation for being a big softie.
"I assume you'd like to work under Mustang, Alphonse?" the Fuhrer asked good-naturedly.
"Well, it'd be ideal. I mean, who's going to look after Ed if not his own brother?" I replied, hoping that my trump card would work. Oooh yes, Ed's destructive tendencies have cost this nation a lot. Two months ago, his paycheck was five dollars, and just think: State Alchemists make a truckload of money.
"Ah, well if you put it that way, then I guess you'll be working with them, then. Good luck—er, uh, I mean have fun, soldier!" he said, handing me my certificate and a referral to be sent to Mustang, "And don't forget to pick up a uniform, later," he made sure make me aware of that, seeing as how Ed chose not to. On second thought, I'm sure he's much happier that the Fullmetal Alchemist doesn't where the country's colors.
"Thank you, sir!" I saluted, walking out of the room and into the working world.
Good times await me, I'm sure, I thought, walking down the hallway, I mean, I now have a very good income, a title-to-be, and, for now, a place to stay. And all I have to do is watch my brother, been there done that, probably paperwork, and the odd mission or two. Besides, I'm already friends with the guys at the office.
Nearing the office, I could hear two muffled gunshots and Hawkeye screaming, "Breda!" and him answering "I swear it wasn't me!" Sighing, I opened the door to my new life.
My god, what have I done?
Well, this is the 3rd chapter, hope you like it. I tried to make this one as...well, decent as possible, considering the fact that the more and more I reread my 2nd chapter, it really did seem like just an excuse to get them to have some late night fun. Thank you, Makayla, for pointing this out because I didn't actually take the time to reread it and edit it before I sent it out.
In any case, for a little background info, I decided to push things up about 3 years, so Al should be 17 right now. How old Havoc is, I have no idea, but he should be 3 years older than he is in the anime/manga. Can someone tell me his original age? Also, anyone know what the year is? Random facts, yes, I know, but it'd be nice to know them, in case I actually use them. I also can't remember when Havoc Appreciation Day was. As my friend duly noted, I am "bad at using the google function."