Disclaimer: Sadly, no, FMA is not mine.
Pairing: None
Summary: Hawkeye's evil. (According to Mustang's point of view, anyway)
Notes: Something I came up with in an attempt to get over my writer's block.
FMA Drabble 23:
Cruelty
Lieutenant Hawkeye was going on a holiday. A Holiday.
Mustang nearly danced for joy when he read the note his hardworking Lieutenant had sent him. This meant no gun threats for an entire week! The very thought of it made Mustang grin widely all the way to work - only to have it fall right off his face when his hopes for a week full of lazing around dashed when he opened the door of his office and saw what awaited him on his desk.
"You'll have to do all of your paperwork this week Colonel," Hawkeye told her superior, who was still gawking wordlessly at the stack of paper which his Lieutenant had just piled on top of the already mountainous pile of paper that he had found on his desk when he had eneterd the office that morning.
"Why can't Havoc and the others do all this for me, Hawkeye?"Mustang asked in a tone that verged on being a whine.
"This is your work, Colonel. You need to learn to handle it yourself whenever I'm not around to do it."Hawkeye repiled calmly. Too calmly, thought Mustang. She's trying to drown in in paper, and she doesn't even look guilty about it!
"I'll see you in a week, with all this work completed." Hawkeye continued. "No excuses, sir, please. Unless you wish to get shot, that is."
"But there's so much work! I need to rest and have breaks, Lieutenant!" Mustang protested.
"If I can complete it, I believe you can too." came the reply.
"Bu-"
"I need to go now, sir" Hawkeye cut across Mustang's protests. "My train's coming in half an hour."
Finishing that, she strode out of the room, leaving a still muttering Mustang behind.
After a few moments, Mustang regained his composure.
"Havoc," Mustang called over to his other Lieutenant. "Would you help your poor superior do some of this work so I can take a break?"
His tall blond friend shook his head. "Sorry boss, but you heard Hawkeye."
"Please?"
"I need to take care of my own health, boss," Havoc said, using his hands to do an exaggerated imitation of Hawkeye shooting people. "It would be best for me and for you that you do what she told you to."
"Anyway," Havoc continued as he moved over tho the office door, cigarette in hand, "I need to take my my break now."
Mustang sighed as the door closed behind his Lieutenant. It was going to be a very long week ahead.
END
Notes: It's been dreadfully stressful for me, and getting even a drabble out was not easy. So please be gentle when reviewing. Pardon any mistake that I may have made without noticing. Thanks :)
Add. Notes: Thank you to all those who have kindly reviewed my past chapters. They make me try harder to write better.