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How to Tick off Fullmetal (By Roy Mustang)
Lesson 5: Sometimes, it is good to know all the people that your target has come in contact with, as 99.99 of the time, that person had made fun of his size at least once.
Example: April 14;
"I see, so you met Fullmetal during his three year excursion in his search for the stone?" Roy asked, looking over his notes.
"Yes, that's right. We had dealings with him and his brother a couple of years back," replied the tall blond haired boy.
"I liked Edward's brother! He was really nice," said the younger one, fiddling with his cap. Although he was in the protection of his elder brother, young Fletcher Tringham couldn't help but feel uneasy in the presence of someone in the military such as Roy Mustang. As though sensing his brother's anxiety, Russel Tringham but an arm around his brother's shouldre in a light brotherly embrace.
"I see. Was it not you two who were posing as Fullmetal and Alphonse and experimenting with red water to make Philosopher's Stones which made the townspeople of Xenotimesick?"
Fletcher blanched and Russel cleared his throat with his free hand before speaking.
"Yes, that was us."
"I see. And just how old are you, Russel?"
"14. One year younger than Edward."
"And did you ever make fun of his height?"
"Yes. Where are you going with this anyways?"
"Nowhere. Everything's perfect. Fullmetal should be arriving soon," Roy said as he stood.
"Is Al coming, too?" Fletcher asked eagerly.
"More than likely. Fullmetal never goes anywhere without Alphonse."
"YAY!" ignoring his anxiety, Fletcher jumped up, anxious to see Alphonse again.
As if on cue, Edward and Alphonse Elric walked into Roy Mustang's office. Instantly, Fletcher squealed in excitment as he clung to Al's arm.
"Yay! Alphonse, you're here!" the young boy said.
"Yes, I am. It's good to see you, Fletcher. How have you been? You look like you've gotten taller since I've last seen you."
While the younger brothers reminisced and caught up, the elder brothers shook hands and sat on the couch, speaking quietly.
"So, Edward, have you found anything new about the stone?" Russel asked casually.
"Yeah, but it's not the best of information. Turns out human lives have to be sacrificed to make a complete stone," Ed replied, his eyes downcast.
Roy smiled, hoping this would go right and sat at his desk, waiting.
"That's going to make it all the harder. So what do you plan on doing?"
"I don't know. I suppose we'll have to find new leads and take it from there."
A puzzled look grew on Russel's face and he stood, when he spoke, his voice was serious.
"Edward, stand up."
Wary, he stood. Russel looked him over and smiled. Roy grinned. He knew this was coming.
"You haven't grown a centimeter since we last met, have you?" Russel accused.
Ed's hair fell over his eyes, and his body shook a little. You could almost see the veins pulsing in his head.
"Dammit! Did you come all the way here just to make fun of me!"
A silly grin passed Russel's face as he dodged a left thrown by Ed.
"Maybe!"
And so the fight commenced, and Roy burst into uncontrollable laughter. It was amazing sometimes how this had turned out. Al and Fletcher sitting on the sidelines, trying to get their elder brothers to stop while the older ones were throwing punches and kicks left and right. And he had front row seats.
Just then, Edward came flying out of the fight and right into Roy, and both men tumbled out the window, Roy landing on his back and Ed landing on him. He was passed out for three hours afterwards, only to be screamed at by Edward for inducing such an incident.
One thing to beware of; flying pipsqueaks.
