It had been two weeks since the assignment started. They went to the bar frequently doing the same routine, hand holding, gentle petting, basically looking like a couple of teenagers in love. Both were confident and happy with how the physical aspects were a lot easier to do with each other.
Experiencing his charm first hand Ed now knew how he got so many women. The unkept hair falling on his face, the dark eyes, the gentle touch of his hands and he hesitantly admitted that his kissing wasn't that bad either. He had started visiting the bar by himself, their plan had part worked. Their target had briefly talked to him on occasions, usual name introductions, about the weather, normal everyday conversations you would have with an aquaintance.
Now the day had come for them to 'split', Roy watched his subordinate change into Elizabeth applying the wig and make up. It was suprising how quickly he got confident applying the products. So much so that Major Hawkeye was only required for the first week. He couldn't help but stare as Ed tranformed himself. He looked good as a woman, Roy couldn't deny it, and there was still that little voice in his head that always sighed saying that he could of claimed this female long ago...if it wasn't Edward Elric. It made him think even more to how he hasn't seen any of his usual women recently, part of him hoped the mission wouldn't last as long as they thought, two weeks is long enough for him. Sure he could have gone out, chat to a lovely lady, go to her house, have a very pleasurable time and then return as usual. But then there was also the case of if he was followed that poor, innocent woman could be dragged into this mess. He stopped the train of thought to focus back on the mission as Ed placed the jacket over his shoulders. Instead of going to the bar they decided to start this one from the house, if their suspect had been interested in him Roy's house would defiantly be under watch.
"So I'll give you a few hours, then come in on a white stallion."
Ed rolled his eyes at the cheesiness of that line. "More like a donkey Roy..you wouldn't even get a horse through that door." He buttons his coat and walks to the bedroom window. Outside was a waiting taxi, ready to take him to the bar. Everything was in place as he turned back round to his superior. "Let's get this show on the road." As he begun to storm past Roy.
"Come on don't be like that! It's not what you think!" Roy started protesting as Ed quickly made his way down the stairs to the front entrance.
"That woman has been everywhere since we met, you think I'd never know!?" He forced the front door open, allowing it to slam heavily against the wall with a load bang before proceeding to climb down the steps, only to have his arm held back by the older man.
"She's just making it up! Come on Lizzie don't be like this! Can't we just talk like civilized adults?"
He shakes his arm away. "Why would she make something like this up Roy? Why not at the start of the relationship? You know what Roy Mustang you are a heartless, two timing bastard!" He slapped his face loudly and hard and boy did it feel so good! The amount of times Ed wanted to do that when he was younger had now finally come true, of course not in the context it should have been in, but a hit was a hit. Roy was surely just pleased that he didn't have automail limbs anymore or that would have REALLY hurt. Ed stormed into the taxi and drove off, leaving him standing alone on the sidewalk, palm flat on his now abused face. It could not have gone any better. He could hit the man, even if it had to be a slap, without any court marshall to contend with. How many other officers would have jumped to that chance? How much would they envy him?
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Ed slouched over the bar counter, drink in hand. James wasn't on duty today instead he had a young-looking man with curly blonde hair serving him.
"You okay miss?" He slouched down near Ed to get his attention and to look up. "Rough day?"
"Heh, you could say that.." Ed could hold his alcohol very well, he already had 3 large scotches, usually that put most men in a drunken stance, only he and Mustang could put them to shame. It was good enough to make people believe he was drinking to numb a broken heart. "..my bastard fiancée has.. been with some other woman.."
"I'm sorry to hear that miss, but a lady so beautiful as you I'm sure you'll pull through." He was such a charmer, and the way he smiled, Ed wondered if he had his way with the women like Mustang did. He jumped as a hand was gently placed on his shoulder.
"Elizabeth? Is everything alright?" It was his target, he found her name to be Rachel Hymin, but, of course, that was an alias. But now it was time to put on a strong drunk persona.
"Oh...Rachel..how lovely it is to see you again...come...have drink with me.." She sat down beside him with a concerned look on her face. "That bastard of a fiancée..he had been with another woman..in our bed..and I found out...wasn't the first time...or the tenth time..sometimes it wasn't... with the same woman!"
"I'm really sorry to hear that..I thought you two were ment for each other.."
Ed slammed his ring on the desk "He was ment...for a lot of women." He quickly rushed, pretending to stumble on his way to the women's bathroom. The place was clear and he needed to start crying. Not that easy for someone who hasn't cried badly since losing his brother during a failed human transmutation, and he wasn't willing to do that again in his lifetime. Closing a cubicle door he braced himself, this was the quickest way. Balling his right fist and covering his mouth with his left, to muffle the torrent of swear words that were bound to part his mouth, he hit himself full force in the groin.
'The things I do for that bastard..'
The pain was unbearable as he curled into himself sitting on the toilet seat, the tears flowed with no resistance. It wasn't the best idea he had, but needed results quickly...and just in time.
"Elizabeth?" A knock on his door made him gain some sense of surrounding. Well at least he wouldn't have to fake stumble everywhere whilst the pain in his pants was there...he staggered out the stall with tears fast falling down his face. The make up already ruined from the trailing droplets along his cheeks combined with dark streaks of mascara. He managed to catch a glipse of himself in the mirror, looking like something out of those horror stories.
"Come on, let's sit down, I'll get you some water and if you want to talk about it you can." Ed nodded as she helped him from the bathroom to a table in a darkened corner.
Placing the glass in front of him she put a comforting arm around his shoulder.
"I...I can't believe he'd do something like this...we were planning our wedding only yesterday...". He dabbed his face with a tissue to keep the rest of the make up from wearing off.
"What happened?" Rachel slowly rubbed Ed's back in small circles, for comfort, as he stuttered and gasped for breath between words.
"A letter w-was sent to me, from a woman called Janet...she...she felt that it was time that I knew the truth...about R-Roy...about his womanizing..I knew about his past...I thought I had changed him...only he'd been having an affair...since we got together..with this woman...in our house...i-in our bed..."
Ed buried his head in his hands and began to 'cry', it was easier since that part between his legs was still throbbing in sheer agony. He was so exstatic he didn't have an automail arm anymore, otherwise he may have needed to go to the hospital right about now. He wanted to do nothing but curl up until the pain subsided.
"So what are you going to do now? Get drunk and wallow in self-pity? Or do something about it?"
Ed looked to her. "Play him at his own game, the bartender looks up for a good night of fun. See how he likes it... But then the fact that he's been sleeping with someone else means he wouldn't care anyway."
Even thinking about any form of sexual activity made the organ between his legs hurt even more, he very much doubted he could ever get it up for a few days...maybe weeks.
There was silence between the two for a few minutes.
"I got a better idea...get him where it really hurts..drag his name through the mud.."
"I'll drag him through the mud literally.." Was the best thing Ed's brain could think of...
"No! He's high up in the military...use that against him. He has access to confidential files, come on Elizabeth, think of all the other women he has hurt before you. He needs to pay for his playboy ways!" This was going surprisingly well and according to plan, him and Mustang made quite a team. "But..." She showed Ed the ring he slammed on the bar. "..you need to keep this on."
"How can I after what he has done?" He voiced distress and anger towards the item of jewelery.
"Trust me, if you want this to work you need to stay with him, I know it will be hard, but it will be worth it. I'll help you unmask the man for who he truly is!"
"So..I just need to get some files?"
"Yes, leave the rest to me, when we have enough evidence he wouldn't know what hit him." He watched as she placed the ring back onto his finger and placed her hand sympathetically over his. "You need to be strong, when you get the files I'll be here.."
"What kind of files?"
"Whatever you can find, anything from his office would be confidential"
Ed hesitated, she defiantly seemed desperate to get any military records, the fact that they'll be the Generals was an even bigger bonus. "Okay I'll do it."
"Any problems, you know where I am. I'll have one of my men park near his house if you want, you can give the files to them instead of coming here."
Ed nodded and staggered back to the bar, getting another glass of water just at the best moment possible when Roy burst in through the door.
He quickly scanned the room to see Ed hunched over the counter and quickly ran to him. "Lizzie, if you'd just let me explain.."
Ed quickly smirked to himself before throwing the water into the older man's face, another thing he's always wanted to do. As much as he wanted to gloat he had to remain in character. His groin pulsed in pain once more causing his eyes to get teary once more. "How could you...all this time..lying to me.."
"Sweetheart please, just hear me out..if you want to call off our engagement after I have spoken I'll respect your decision... but please.."
Ed looked over to Rachel, who was already and up out of her seat and walking past the two. She gave him a curt nod to go with him, she proceeded to walk back to her regular seat at the bar.
The two men sat at a table with a clear view of Rachel but a good distance away that she wouldn't hear the entire conversation.
"God Ed, you smell like a brewery." He held the other's hand between his own in a sincere manner.
"Well I've got to make the impression I've been cheated on..i'm still sober don't worry, I haven't been flashing my ass to anyone.."
"How did it go?" He gently placed his hand on the younger boy's cheek for it to be brushed off almost instantly.
"Scarily as we planned it...YOU'RE THE CHEATING BASTARD I'VE DONE NOTHING BUT SHOW MY LOVE FOR YOU..We'll need Major Hawkeye to fake some confidential documents."
"That shouldn't be a problem."
"WHAT IS SHE TO YOU!? She's going to put someone near your house so the most irritating thing is i'll have to dress like this all day, we really have to be on our guard."
"Looks like we'd have to extend.. I LOVE YOU CAN'T YOU SEE THAT?..this wonderful acting a bit further..THE RING SHOULD SHOW YOU THAT...PLEASE..." He took Ed's left hand and placed it to his lips.
Ed looks back over to Rachel, who mouthed 'Go on!' to him. He turned back to the older man beside him, stroking his hair away from his eyes "This is your one and only chance.." Mouthing the words more defiantly before leaning in and placing a soft kiss to his lips.
Roy pulled him closer, embracing him further as the kiss lingered for a longer time. Ed didn't embrace him, instead balling up his fists, giving a sign of negativity to their target. Mustang took his hand and led him out the door. Ed, for one last time, looked to Rachel who raised her glass.