Chap. 2.

Name: What's for Dinner

Pairings: none

FullMetal marched grimly down East Central HQ's main hallway, heading to Mustang's office. Alphonse was secretly following him from a few yards away to make sure that he didn't kill Flame or do anything drastic if he got teased.

Suddenly, Havoc stepped out in front of Ed. "Oh, hey there Edward!" his tone was way too enthusiastic.

"Hey Lieutenant. What's up?"

"Well, uh, if you're reporting to Roy, he's not here right now." Ed narrowed his eyes.

"That bastard said he'd be here!" He started marching faster. From behind him, he heard Havoc call "Mayday! Uh, there's a client!"

Ed ignored him. Maybe another girl had broken up with him. Hawkeye suddenly appeared.

"I wouldn't report right now if I were you." She told him in her severe tone.

"So he IS here!" Ed kept going. Fuery stepped out of a doorway and almost collided wtih him. "Uh-You really don't want to go in there! Or near there right now." Ed stared at him. He was going to find out what they were trying to hide. He marched past.

Falman, coming out of the bathroom, was much more casual. "Oh, hello FullMetal."

"Hi." Ed snapped.

"Here to report?"

"Yeah."

"I was just wondering, do you know how to transmute air like the Colonel?" Ed looked at him.

"Um...I'm not sure. I could try."

"Well, the thing is, um...There's a bunch of dust floating around one of the hallways and we need to clear it up. Cold you try? The Colonel already refused, so...Come on." he started to lead the way past Roy's office up ahead. Ed didn't fall for it. Breda popped out suddenly, blocking Ed's view obviously with his body as he shifted side to side in front of Ed.

"Say, ever played Shogi? I could teach you. Come on!"

"WHAT'S GOING ON?" Ed yelled, trying to dash past Breda.

"Brother, NO!" Al grabbed him and hauled him out of the building.

As soon as he set Ed down though, Edward dashed back inside, somersaulted past Hawkeye and her handgun, jumped over Fuery, dodged past Falman and Breda-

And froze in front of Mustang's office door. There was a poster taped to it. In big black letters it read:

SHRIMP. IT'S WHAT'S FOR DINNER

Under it was a cooked shrimp, on which a red jacket had been drawn.

XxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXx

Roys stepped oout of his office, watching FullMetal leave. What had gone wrong? He looked at his door where the poster he was sure would incur the wrath of the shrimp God should have been. Instead, it had been replaced with a slighly different one that read:

TOMORROW'S WEATHER REPORT: RAINY

TOMORROW'S MUSTANG REPORT: USELESS

XxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXx

That day would go down in history as the day when the FullMetal and Flame alchemists had to rebuild East Central out of ashes.

Neither came out of it unscathed.