13

Roy Mustang sat there behind his desk; trying to pull apart two looped pieces of metal. It was a small gift that Lieutenant Hawkeye had giving him for his birthday a few weeks back. The Lieutenant and even that pipsqueak Fullmetal had been able to separate the pieces without any trouble. At this point, he was ready to unleash alchemy onto the little gadget.

The door slammed open right then, revealing the red-clad alchemist himself.

"Heeey, Colonel Bastard! Happy Friday the 13th!"

"Why Ed, you sure are happy today." Roy mumbled, shoving the metal under the desk. He didn't want Ed to know that he hadn't yet been able to figure the puzzle out.

"Yeah, of course." The golden-eyed boy grinned. Roy didn't like the grin. He greeted the younger, metal-clad brother before going back to his paperwork. Ed collapsed onto the couch.

"So, Colonel, I was just thinking- I really want to stick around here for a while, you know, see how you guys do your work."

"Ask Lieutenant Hawkeye." He mumbled, scribbling a swirl on the upper right hand corner of the paper.

"She told me to ask you."

"Well, she's the dictator of the office, so tell her to decide." Roy turned around in his swivel chair, facing his back to the small alchemist.

"Oookay."

He heard the door close with a slam. Finally, he was gone. Edward was just a bit too chipper today. Had he finally gotten laid?

After a good hour or two of fiddling with the two pieces, he shoved the thing inside his drawer, and walked out into the main office. It was as normal as it usually was; Riza dutifully doing her work, Havoc, smoking, and the others lying around doing nothing…as usual.

Until he noticed the giant suit of metal sitting in the corner, along with a blonde alchemist.

"Ed- what are you doing here?"

"Well, I did what you said, and Lieutenant Hawkeye seemed fine with it, so here I am." Ed grinned. Roy winced.

"Well don't get in the way."

"Sure, Mustang, okay."

Then the most despicable sound filled the air.

Almost like a screech, exactly like nails on a chalkboard…but worse.

"Ha- this is fun!"

Roy, covering his ears, turned towards Ed, who was scraping a metal finger across the metal of his brother's armor.

SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECH

"AUGH, FULLMETAL, STOP THAT."

"Why?"

SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECH

"FULLMETAL!!!!"

Roy looked around. The rest of his officers were either plugging their ears, using cotton, or in Riza's case, using the earplugs from the shooting range. He didn't want to plug his ears using his fingers, nor did he want to stick his gloves in his ears, so Roy quickly ran back into his own, secluded office.

SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEECH

He could still hear it…. Roy sat there, covering his head with his arms, with a migraine slowly on its way.

He did hear the door open, but didn't lift his head up to see who, nor did he greet them. Only when a soft hand gripped his shoulder did he look up.

Riza Hawkeye stood there, offering him a pack of earplugs that he willingly took.

"Don't worry sir, Friday the 13th's only for a day." She reassured him, with a ghost of a smile on her face.

This was a little different. Not TOO Royai, much to my reader's dismay, but I've been wanting to get this down somewhere, and it didn't work as a oneshot. So here it is. 13.