WHAT WHAT, WHAT WHAT, THROW IT UP, THROW IT UP, JUST DON'T GIVE A… Wait, what are you doing here?

Anyway, it's 11:30 at night and I can't get to bed on a school night. Curse you, three day weekends! Though, thanks for the extra day... But you still made me 'forget' about my essay. Like seriously. Now I have to write it in black ink. . If I were to tell my mom about an essay before the day it was due, she'd probably lock me up in my room!

Disclaimer: Eh, nope, don't own anything. Except my amazing brain- that must be where the ideas are coming from, right?

As Ed and Al were walking down the corridors of HQ, no one noticed how Al was acting. He was worried, and if he has been human, his eyebrows would be scrunched up and he would be sweating buckets. Of course, if Al had been human, he wouldn't have around 15-20 cats in his armor, either. Humans weren't hollow. It was raining heavily outside, what else was he supposed to do? Leave those poor kitties out there to just, well, get wet? No, Al couldn't, so he took the poor creatures and hid him in the safe haven called Alphonse Elric, suit of armor.

Every time his brother saluted a soldier higher in rank, he prayed, Please don't meow! As they turned a corner and walked into Colonel Mustang's office, he thought, Please don't meow! And when they sat down to talk, the logical part of him thought, What in the world will you do with these cats? Oh no, logical Al was right? What would he do with them?

The gears in his mind clicked as he caught a glimpse at the youngest of the Mustang squad, Kain Fuery. Fuery, just like him, adored animals and would do anything to give them three meals a day. So after Ed and the Colonel talked, well, more like threw insults at each other to see who had the better comebacks, his older brother than stomped off and Mustang went into his office. Al lifted himself up carefully, trying not to disturb the animals inside of him, and tapped Fuery on the shoulder.

Fuery looked up from the radio he was working on and asked, "Yes, what would you like Al?"

Al looked around, cupped his leather hand around the man's ear and whispered softly, "I have some kittens in my armor, and I was wondering if you could help me take care of them…"

Fuery's eyes widened. "Of course!" he quietly spoke back, "Where would you like it to be?"

Al's logical side had taken a vacation today. He had no idea! He thought of the first place in his mind. "I was… thinking the library!"

"That's a great idea! Here, let's go now, seeing as you…" Al nodded.

"Colonel Mustang, can I please, uh… check to see if my armor is rusting?" Al asked. He got no answer. The door to his private office was cracked, why couldn't he hear him? He clambered over to the entrance and let in a little more light into the dark room. The Colonel sat there, in the middle of a nap. Drool was hanging off from the corner of his lip, threatening to drop onto the blue collar of his uniform. A slight snore escaped his lips. "Oh, you're asleep. Never mind…"

Al stepped out of the office and softly closed the door. "So, what did he say?" Fuery asked.

"Well, he didn't exactly say anything. He was sleeping."

"Good enough for me! Come one, Al!"

*0*

Military issued boots clacked on the floor as First Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye went to the billboard for any announcements. One caught her eye. 'Cat Adoption Center!' Pictures of cats flooded the paper, hand drawn. She grabbed a flyer and went toward the address it directed. This just smelled trouble.

*0*

Even though the janitor's closet was tiny, who knew it fit so many kittens! They were just so adorable! The way their whiskers moved when their button noses twitched, when they rubbed up against your leg, or napped in your lap… Al just loved cats.

But he felts as if his dreams were being crushed when the door cracked open.

Fuery answered it. "So you've seen our flyer up on the- HAWKEYE?"

As much as Al loved the Lieutenant, this wasn't a good time for her to be there. As cats mewed all throughout the closet, she sighed. "How many cats have you two collected?"

Al blushed, or as close as a body of armor could. "Well, according to our numbers, around 45…?"

"45? How would you find all of these cats a home?"

"We thought everyone would just come in and buy them!" Al whispered, nervous and embarrassed.

"I can expect that out of you, Alphonse, but really Fuery?" Hawkeye pressed her fingers to her forehead. Fuery blushed. Al felt sympathy for him. It could only take someone oblivious to realize that Fuery had a full-blown crush on the woman in front of them scolding the two.

"S-…Sorry, Lieutenant. We'll, uh… take the cats back out now…" She nodded and walked out.

"It must be hard," Al commented, taking some of the felines in his arms.

"What do you mean?"

"Having a crush on her."

Fuery's blush became more evident. He was suddenly interested in the flame colored tabby with green eyes. They had named him Fiery Star. "What! I… I don't…"

"Fuery, I might be a kid and all, but… I've seen Ed and Winry for so many years; it's easy for me to see when someone has a crush on another." They walked outside, and it wasn't raining anymore. The sky was a little outcast, some sun peeking out. They lowered the cats.

"Oh…"

*0*

The slam of a door woke Roy from his sleep, and his dream of Hawkeye in a miniskirt.

Sadly, he realized it was only a dream when he saw the woman mentioned, and in pants, tap her shoe impatiently. "What do you have to explain for Fuery and Alphonse putting up an adoption center for cats they found on the street?"

"Fuery and Al built an adoption center for cats they found on the streets?" As soon as those words left his lips, he knew he was screwed.

"Colonel, get a grip! Don't tell me you were sleeping!"

"All right. I wasn't sleeping."

"You're lying."

"Yeah, but you told me to say it!"

"That didn't mean you had to say it, sir. Now get back to the paperwork. And if you fall asleep again, I'll make sure you'll never be able to have that miniature Roy Mustang you've always wanted."

"…" Roy looked at the paperwork. Wow! This sure does look interesting…

Damn! I made this before my three day weekend was over? That was around a week or two ago! Sorry, guys.

R&R! :D