Sorry!I haven't really had much inspiration lately, and I've been working on this new FMA poster. The human transmutation circle is hard as hell to draw in its entirity. Anyways, I'm really sorry, but I hope to get up new chapters of The Sins that Bind Us by the end of the weak at least. But it's a busy week for me what with school being off and all. So please, I beg for your patience!
Oh, this section is kinda...'fluffy,' shall we say. I didn't really focus on Roy trying his damndest to tick off Ed, I wanted to come into this...'playful friendship' of theirs. Kinda like...y'know how people always make fun of each other or something, and then they are the best of friends or whatever...something like that. I just wanted Roy and Ed to see each other different. Sorry, I know this section isn't funny and I'm wasting too much time covering my butt for this crappy section. I'll shut up now. /).(\
How To Tick Off Fullmetal (By Roy Mustang)
Lesson 4: Sometimes, one must take a break from annoying the Fullmetal pipsqueak, and simply put the lazy bastard to work. Whether that annoys him or not isinterpreted fromdifferent perspective.
Example: May 19;
Roy walked into the sunshine of the bright Saturday afternoon with a grin on his face and an unusual joy in his heart. The day was warm, and the sky blue, and was expected to be this way for the remainder of the weekend.
The yard behind Roy Mustang's house was large, and to the one side was a garden he liked to keep in warmer months. He would often grow vegetables, but now and then, he would plant a few flower seeds, which seemed to spring to life under his seemingly cold hands as if by magic. It always surprised him; how could the hands which had caused so much death in Ishbal bring forth so much life in a garden? It didn't matter to him really. He usually picked these flowers by the dozen, and bought a seemingly endless amount of vases in which to place and arrange them carefully. The next day, he would be the first to arrive at work and place these flowers on Riza Hawkeye's desk, a card leaning against the glass vase saying cute little love poems, but always signed as 'anonymus.'
Now, looking out at the first good day in a while on his day off, Roy Mustang decided it was time to start this year's garden. And so he stepped into a shed just off his house and came out looking ready to go, when he noticed that his planting area had a hell of a lot of weeds and grass. This would just not do. It would take far too long for him to pull it all. There had to be another way...
AHA! There was another way. Fullmetal was off today too, wasn't he? Roy smirked to himself. It was time to put that boy to work.
And so he walked into his house with a big grin upon his face and rung up the hotel room for Fullmetal, asking him to come to his house for an important task. The boy was suspicious, but complied and was at the Colonel's house in less than twenty minutes. His younger brother, Alphonse was close behind him. Roy greeted the boys and handed Al a book about a mystery in an old mansion.
"Here, Alphonse," Roy said casually as though the two were best of friends. "This here is a really good book. You can read it if you like during your stay. There's a nice shady spot under the tree I like to use."
"Oh, um...ok. Thank you, Sir," Al replied as he bowed to Mustang in gratitude. He then turned and walked to the tree, sitting down at its trunk and flipping open the book. If it was possible to do so, Mustang had the feeling there would be a look of contentmentand curiousity on the boy's face.
"Ok, now what? What am I supposed to do?" Ed asked impatiently. He tapped the metal of his prosthetic arm annoyedly with his left index finger. It made a hollow tap tap tap sound.
Roy handedthe boya bag and a small pile of tools. He then grabbed the blonde pipsqueak by the shoulder and led him to where the flowerbed would be.
"I would like for you to clear this area. My flowers will be planted here for the growing season, and I have to deweed the spot for the vegetables. So while I work just over there, you are going to work right here and clear the grass and weeds."
"What the hell do you think I am, a florist?" Ed spat, throwing down the tools. They made a loud clanging sound, and Al was disturbed from his reading for but a moment before he returned his attention to the book.
"No, today, you are my lackey. Now get to work," Roy said alreday tending to his part of the lawn. He was on his hands and knees, with faded and dirty jeans on and a long sleeve white shirt with the sleeves rolled to just below his shoulders. He was wearing a pair of brown gloves, which he used to rip the weeds from their sources of life and threw them into the bag next to him to wither and die. Soon he became uncomfortable with how the heat and the gloves combined made his hands sweat, and he cast the gloves aside, leaving his hands to dirty in the soil.
"Dammit, Roy. I thought you called me for something important."
"This is important. Tell you what. If you help me, You'll get to keep some of the vegetables, and I'll give you some of the flowers, so you can send them to that girlfriend of yours back in Resembool," Roy spoke in a sincere voice. It wasn't like he was trying to find a way to force Ed into it...well ok, maybe he was, but he also was being honest about letting him have part of the crop. To him, there was nothing better than being able to give something to someone you tired over for months.
"Fine, fine," Ed said kneeling down and beginning to tear the weeds from the earth. "But Winry's not my girlfriend. I've known her since I was little. We grew up together. She's practically my sister for goodness sake."
"If you say so," Roy said, recalling just how long ago it was when he had first met Riza. "But to give a woman a gift like flowers, well, it makes them happy. Makes them feel like someone thinks they're special."
"You think so?" Ed asked, turning to Roy for a moment. What was with this man? He was so confusing. One day, he could be trying everything under the sun to make Ed's mood plummet into the bowels of Hell istelf, and now here he was, treating him like a friend, giving him advice.
"Yeah, I do. I usually give these flowers to Riza," Roy admitted in a reserved and concentrated tone. "I don't tell her they're from me, but...the smile she gets on her face to think that someone likes her enough to give her flowers every now and then. It just makes it all the more worthwhile."
It was then that Ed started to snigger. He couldn't help himself. Here was the so-called coldest man in the military, or whatever the hell it was the people referred to emotionless demeanor towards his job,pouring out stuff about love and flowers. If any other man in the military had seen or heard this, they'd have alerted everyone else by now, and Roy would be the laughing stock of the military.
Ed's laughter was cut short as a gardening spade connected with his skull, sending him flying backwards. He quickly regained himself, however, and glared at Roy.
"What the hell was that for, dammit?"
"I don't think it's polite for you to laugh at me when here I offered you a good share of whatever comes out of this garden," Roy replied calmly.
"Yeah, well, how can I help it when the big bag Mustang is talking about flowers and love like a giddy little schoolgirl?" Ed shot back. He was furious that the Colonel was not screaming at him, although he didn't know why.
"Yes, I suppose you're right," Roy said with a melancholy tone. A nastalgic smile crossed his lips.
"Nevermind, forget I said it, ok Mustang?"
Instead of getting forgiveness, Roy answered in a different way.
"People are like flowers, Edward. They bloom brightly, and live short lives, and then wither and die. But it takes a really good person to see just how beautiful and special that flower is, and take the best care of it that they can, because one day, if they leave that flower without water on the hottest day... It's all over, and that beauty is gone for good. Remember that when you go back to Resembool."
"Yeah, I will," Edward said with a small blush blossoming onto his cheeks.
' Just to have the last plea for my pathetic life, I wanted to say that this was seriously spur of the moment. I have nothing else to do right now...and I wanted to write something about Roy and Ed having some kind of understand...or something. As for the flowers being people part, I sort of got the idea when I spent the night at my friend's house last night and we watched the first FMA DVD. Y'know, with Mahjal trying to bring back his supposedly dead love, who never died and blah blah blah? Yea, well, when Ed commented that people are like roses, I had to agree, but I didn't want to get attacked by government commandoes for copywrite infridgement, so I used flowers. The basic idea of Roy's little speech was for Ed to take opportunity for blossoming love, because if he doesn't...it'll all wither and die away. But I dunno, randomness, y'know? Until next time! Ja ne!
