Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ Effloresence ❯ The Sleeping Angel ( Chapter 2 )

Uhm… okay I lied. xD I got really bored and decided to make another chapter! So yay!

 

Legal: No. I don't own FMA… and I still don't have any peanut butter ;-;

 

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Kat rushed down the hall, her hair streaming out behind her, her hands fisted at her sides, ready to punch someone who got in her way. She was not happy, not in the least. First, all she wants to do is take a nap, then when she walks in there's some random male sitting in her stool, her stool! And he had the nerve to be shirtless… and obnoxious… and self centered… egotistical… those last two things mean the same thing though. Oh great, now she was so mad she was confusing herself. Katherine slowed down, her skirt swishing around her knees as she turned to lean against the wall, rubbing her temples to try and sedate her quickly developing headache. This day was not turning out as planned.

 

Ed sighed and brushed hair out of his eyes, grumbling about how unconcerned for other's privacy some people were. But wait… she had said it was her room. There was something fishy about this, and it had Mustang written all over it. He grunted and snapped his book shut, kicking his feet in a bored manner. Al was outside, still looking for the `dying kitten', or so Ed assumed at least. If he wasn't back within the hour, he'd go looking for him, he decided. He hoped Al had figured out by then though, his brother wasn't that easy to fool… right? Ed shrugged and hopped off the bed, deciding he'd go see what Mustang was really up to.

 

Kat's visit to Mustang's office involved a lot of screaming, yelling, and the throwing of pointy objects. It ended with Kat, her hands splayed flat on Mustang's desk, yelling some very nasty words in the Colonel's face, most of which included `pervert', `traitor', and `sick minded bastard.' All because of one, simple word. Partners. She was to be partners with that obnoxious, self centered, and egotistical brat. Her mind, at this point, could barely comprehend what it meant, she was so rage consumed. How dare he. “Oh come on, Kat, you'll like him!” He said in a sing-song voice. “Oh, match maker Mustang at it again! You better sleep with one eye open,” She hissed, hurling a vase at his head, which he nimbly ducked. He giggled girlishly, “Oh come on now Kat, I bet it'll be better once you get to know him,” He ended solemnly, knowing how hard `getting to know' Edward could be. “Come on, Storm,” He said quietly, “Its orders from the higher-ups, I can't help it,” He added. “Well… there's a name I haven't heard in a while,” She said softly.

 

Storm. Her codename… it had looked, and sounded, so much better on the parchment she had been given, emblazed in shining gold leaf, with its curling `S' and `M' that somehow intertwined below the word in the middle. She had felt so proud… and now it was just a distant memory, and it no longer even felt like it was hers at all, rather like she was looking at a faded and torn picture. “Fine, Mustang,” She whispered, her brown eyes sharp when she met his eyes again. “But I'm not happy about this, not one little bit,” She snapped, rushing out the door and crashing into the last person she wanted to see right now.

 

“You!” He spat, about to raise an accusing left hand to point at her, but before it even reached his waist, she slapped it back down. “Shut up,” That silenced him, at least momentarily, before he lunged forward to try and strangle her, which only wound up knocking her over into Mustang's office door, and onto the ground, him on top of her, his hands clasping her shoulders so hard she could feel his nails digging into her skin, even between the fabric of her uniform and his gloves. His face was inches away from hers, and all in all, it left them in a very compromising position. “I see you're getting along perfectly,” Mustang smirked as he left the office to get some food, carefully stepping over the pair.

 

“I hate you,” She spat, in such a sincere way she just as might've well as been telling him she loved him. Ed growled and released his grip on her shoulders, getting off of her and sitting on the ground a few feet away, his back turned. “You're still shirtless, dope,” Kat snapped getting up so she could kick him in the back. “Leave me alone!” He hissed in reply, inching away. “Oooh, angst-y, I just bet you have a terrible past, too,” Kat said, dishing out just as much as she got. “Let's stop this worthless banter,” Ed grunted, standing up and leaning against the desk, still shirtless, which was starting to make Kat flush. “Put some clothes on!” She said, crossing her arms, “And what if I don't?” The boy smirked. “Then you're a pervert, just like all the rest of them, trying to impress what few women we have here, and if not then you're a gay psychopath,” She concluded.

 

“Point taken…” Ed muttered, “But, before I leave, what was all the yelling about?” He asked, smirking once again. “You little eavesdropping pervert…” But her sentence got cut off as her voice trailed off, watching after Ed as he began to run away from the door. Smart move…She thought, traipsing down the hall after him. Not like she wanted to… she really, really didn't want to.

 

When she reached the room, she knocked on the door this time, not wanting to catch him naked or something. God knows what he did in there alone. Kat shuddered at the thought, before she heard a gruff male voice say “Come in,” So she opened the door and walked in, to see Ed pulling on his tank top, to her relief. “Fine, you want to know what the yelling was about!?” She yelled, “It's because of you! I have to be your partner!” She wailed, clutching her head. “But I already have a partner,” He snapped, pointing outside on the grass at the hulking suit of armor. “Apparently we're to be a threesome team… and that sounded really… really wrong,” She said, grimacing. “Yes. It did,” Ed concluded, rocking back on his heels and onto the bed, much the same way she had earlier.

 

“Alright, so, I'll put up with you if you become more reasonable,” She said, it was a completely unreasonable request, yet she made it sound so reasonable. “Me!? What about you!?” Ed fumed, pointing. “Don't be silly,” Kat chided, “I'm just fine,” She smirked, brushing a few stray locks of hair out of her eyes. She raised her eyes to see out the window, where it was getting dark out. “I need to go to sleep; I'm tired, oh yes…” She said absently, “We have a mission, tomorrow, early. I suggest you get to bed soon to, and don't give me any crap about me not telling you tomorrow,” She mumbled, slinking out the door. Before she got far she called back, “Any chance I'll get my room back?” “Not a chance!” The reply came, just as she expected. Kat sighed and cracked the door next to the room, and thankfully that room was unoccupied. She slipped inside and shut the door behind her.

 

An hour later, she still could not sleep, and she was tossing and turning under the thin sheets. She finally got up and paced the room a few times, and then she decided to check and see if Ed was asleep. Why not? If he wasn't then they could go over about how to murder Mustang; at least that was one thing they could work co-operatively on. Kat sighed and cracked open the door, stepping out into the hallway, her long t-shirt swish about her knees. She padded carefully over to the next door and cracked it open, a thin shaft of light falling across the small bed. Kat crept inside and up to the bed, peering down at Ed's sleeping form. His bangs had fallen across his face, and his braid was undone, golden locks cascading down his bare back. Strangely, she couldn't draw herself away from him. She even had a incredible urge to lean down and stroke his soft looking hair, and give him a light brush of the lips on his cheek. Kat sighed, but her eyes flickered upwards nervously, she thought he was going to wake up. She took a step back from the bed, but didn't leave, not yet. Her eyes strayed to the corner, where the large suit of armor lay sitting. He must be sleeping… but why in his armor? Kat shrugged the question off and looked back to Ed.

 

He looked so peaceful, his bangs scattered across his face and into his closed eyes, his hair framing his head like a golden halo, spread out on the pillow like liquid gold. Kat restrained herself from reaching out and stroking his cheek, wondering how in God's name someone would could so loud… and so obnoxious, could look so sweet, and so innocent while they slept. He must be dreaming about something pleasing… She thought, for a small smile danced across his lips. Yet again she restrained the urge to reach out and touch his face, break his sleep, and have him smile that same smile. She grimaced, disgusted with herself, and turned away, recalling that dancing smirk, and the obnoxious light in his eyes from earlier. Yes, that was Edward Elric, the famous Fullmetal Alchemist, not this sleeping angel.

 

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