Mustang Gets What Mustang Wants...
Disclaimer: Though I wish I could take credit for FMA, I can't. That's Arakawa-sensei's job
So enjoy the chapta!
Colonel Mustang was actually outside for once today, enjoying the slight breeze and streaming sunshine. He closed his eyes for just a moment. However, he was abruptly brought back to Earth by a barking of "Hey, Colonel!" He opened his eyes, then looked around for who had yelled to him. He then smirked, looking down to see Edward Elric, the Fullmetal Alchemist. "Ah, hello there, Edward. Didn't see you." He received a glare in turn. "OH, DIDN'T SEE ME ABOVE ALL THE LITTLE BLADES OF GRASS, HUH?!" Roy chuckled to himself, but otherwise cleared his throat, turning his attention to Ed. "Yes Fullmetal, what is it?" Ed thrust his report at the Colonel. "Oh, yes. I see you finally finished it." Ed hmphed in reply, but bowed before walking off. Roy yawned, not really feeling up to looking over the report, so he instantly burned it between his fingers, dropping the ashes onto the ground. "Colonel Mustang!" He jumped, looking behind him to see a pissed off Hawkeye. -sweatdrop- "Did you just do what I think you did?" He smirked. "Depends. What do you think I did?" She frowned, obviously not impressed at his playing dumb...
Roy moaned over his new paperwork he now had to complete. 'Kuso...one damn paper and she reacts like this?! It's gonna take a lot more than a smile and a cheap pick-up line to get this chick...' And, just when he didn't need, it, his phone rang. "Hello?" "Ah, Colonel Mustang! How are things up there, being a colonel and all?" And, of course, it had to be Hughes... "What do you want, Hughes..." "What, I can't say hi to a friend now? Oh, and you should see these new pictures I took of Elysa! She looks like an angel!" Roy tapped his fingers on the desk. "Yes, yes, that's all very nice, Hughes, but I have some paperwork to attend to, so if you don't mi-" Hughes laughed raucously on the other line, Mustang wincing and holding the phone away from his poor ear. "You?! Doing paperwork?! Ha! That's great! Hawkeye's got you whipped, eh?" This only made Roy slam the phone down, glaring angrily at his tall tower of paperwork, ever so tempted to burn it, as well, but not wanting a repeat of another Hawkeye moment...especially since she threatened him with her gun this time...
It had taken him at least an hour or two to finish the assigned papers, but he'd done it! He sighed in relief, leaning back in his desk chair, arms rested comfortably behind his head. 'Damn, what I wouldn't give to be out on the town right now with some hot chick...a hot little piece of-' His thoughts were interrupted, however, by a knock on his door. He scowled, but otherwise replied with a monotone, but slightly pissed off "Yes, come in." Low and behold, it was Lt. Hawkeye. He dropped his feet from their more comfortable position atop his desk and sat up properly. Slumping was not suave. No, not at all. "Well, hello Lt. Hawkeye. To what do I owe this great pleasure?" And to top off the charm, he added that simple smile that would've made any other woman (or fangirl, for that matter) fall to his feet. However, as aforementioned, Hawkeye is not your ordinary breed of woman and definitely not a fangirl of the Colonel's. She paid the Colonel no mind and scooped up the paperwork stacked in a neat pile on the end of his desk and briskly left the office. He slumped once again, rather bored with Hawkeyes' uptight behavior. Alas, Hawkeye needed to get out! Have fun! Let her hair down! Both in the metaphorical and literal sense, that is. Roy pondered this, now wondering exactly WHAT Hawkeye looked like all dressed up...with her hair down... It was enough to let Mustang daydream about for a rather short period of time before thinking up a plot to make his little daydream a reality...
Hm...what could Roy possibly have up his sleeve? Who knows! Gomen ne for taking so long to update! School is murdering me Thanx for taking the time to read and those who took the time to review!