Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ Cobalt Red ❯ Ch. 2, Uneventful. ( Chapter 2 )

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Indent key- Bold Italics still mean thinking, but BI's with underlines mean Roy is thinking.

Cobalt Red. Day 1, Uneventful.

Roy had already been awake when Ed decided it was safe to leave the warm comforter in his new room near the back entrance in the (unexpectedly) clean house that belonged to Roy Mustang. “Never pegged the guy as the cleanly type…”
Ed muttered as he made his way slowly to the kitchen.

Roy had his back against the counter standing next to a pot of water being boiled on the stove while he read a small book.

“Hey…” Ed said while seating himself on a stool that sat in front of a counter that resembled a bar. “…Which should you pay more attention to, the novel or a potentially dangerous fire hazard?”

“Good morning, Fullmetal.” Roy replied looking up from the book “Did you sleep well?”

`Of course he ignores MY question…' “Let me recap a moment…” Ed said drumming his fingers on the blue counter top, trying to forget about how sore he still was about Roy ratting him out “I was about half asleep when dogs started barking at each other, some cats were fighting below the window near my bed, your next door neighbor shot at the cats, by said window, the other neighbors argued about it for half the night, then I'm guessing in a fit of rage they let their dogs go at it.” Ed stopped drumming his fingers to point out the bubbles seeping over the pot to Roy before continuing “Other than that, I slept like a baby!”

“Glad to hear it.” Roy said turning down the knob on the stove.

`Sigh…'

After a breakfast of overcooked soggy noodles (bleh…) Roy drove both him and a rather greenish looking Ed to the Central Military base.

“Y'know, Fullmetal…” Roy said after a long moment of silence in the vehicle. “I just might have a mission for you…”

“Great!” Ed replied, sounding less enthusiastic than his words suggested. “Then I can send you a post card telling you how good the grub there is!”

`Did he just insult my cooking?' Roy thought glaring at the kid who was at the moment tapping his foot on the car floor quite loudly.

“It's not the kind of mission you think…” Roy said grinning mischievously.

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“THAT STUPID SUNAVA_” Ed yelled standing on a stool in HQ's kitchen trying to fiercely scrub caked God-only-knows-what off of a huge tin pan in the sink, where about a dozen or so more dishes sat next to.

“Bastard!” Ed muttered while envisioning that the pan was the Colonel and purposely dropped it in the sink like a mob boss would to an enemy, then regretted his decision when he ended up getting his clothes wet. “Who the hell does he think he is?!”

“Your boss, obviously” said a voice outside the window in front of Ed, who looked up momentarily at this visitor before going back to scrubbing the pan “Hello, Second Lieutenant…” He muttered.

“Morning, Boss.” Jean Havoc replied leaning into the window watching Ed intently, with a look that said `I-know-your-secret'

“Did you want something, Lieutenant?” Ed asked looking up with slight annoyance crossing his features.

“No, just some idle chit-chat.” Jean replied flicking black gritty ashes off his cigarette “What's all this I'm hearing about you camping out on the streets?”

“Don't put that crap in the water! And who the hell told you?”

“Just about everyone knows, Ed…” The lieutenant said taking a drag before continuing “…Everyone's talking about how you showed up at Mustang's place begging to stay there after a week of sleeping in a trash can.”

`Rumors…stupid Colonel…' “I didn't sleep in a trash can! I slept on a park bench!” Ed corrected him dropping the pan into the soapy water again “…and I didn't beg to stay at the Colonel's house, I went there asking if there were any missions available.”

“Ah…” Jean said in a flat tone while tapping off more ashes. “I said cut that out!” Ed barked at Havoc.

“Oh yeah! There's also this other rumor floating around…”

`Why does this not surprise me…?'

“…about how you and your brother got kicked out of the dorms.”

“No, I didn't assault the head management because they called me short.” Ed muttered with a slight twitch under his eye, he already knew about the dumb rumor, like he needed Mustang's watch dog reminding him.

“I'm surprised. Anyway, I gotta head out now.” Jean said grinning slyly before dropping the cig through the window “The dames over at block twelve await my return.” The man then turned and left.

“You only wish…” Ed mumbled picking the dead bud out of the sink, grimacing.

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“I don't see why you should complain, Fullmetal.” Roy said talking to Ed during the car ride back as the boy examined the funny wavy dips in his left hands fingers, flexing them in an in and out motion.

Ed glanced over at Roy in an aggravated expression “I really don't see how twelve hundred less than I usually get is the same amount, Colonel.”

“Well,” Roy said ignoring the fact that Ed tapping his foot like earlier was starting to irritate him “Doing dishes is hardly public defense, Fullmetal.”

“Grrr…”

T..T..T..T..T

“Settle down, Ed…” Roy hollered out the driver side window when Ed practically jumped out of the vehicle when the car pulled into the driveway. “What if I decided to back up when you did that?”

“The last thing you'd see in this life would've been my automail in your face!” Ed yelled standing at the front door

“I highly doubt that.” Roy said getting out of the car

“Whatever just open this door, would you!”

“I believe I said simmer.” Ed huffed in response.

Roy took his time fishing for the keys in his pocket, satisfied in knowing the Fullmetal Alchemist was giving him dirty looks with each passing second, and then Finally, Roy unlocked the door then gestured for Ed to go inside

“After you…”

Ed cocked an eyebrow and looked at him quizzically before shrugging “Kings before peasants, I suppose.”

“What was that, Ed?”

“Nothing, Colonel.”

Ending Ch. 2