Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ For A Moment ❯ Roy's Prologue ( Chapter 2 )

For A Moment

 

Disclaimer: Oh, what I'd do if I owned Full Metal Alchemist. For starters, certain people who died would not (don't want to ruin the surprise for those of you who haven't seen episode 25), Roy and Riza would be married with children by now, Ed would have hooked up with Winry by now, Havoc would be in the 3D world so he can be mine, and other things I can't remember right now.

 

Summary: Rated for Ed (you know how bad his mouth gets). “For a moment, eyes as red as the blood I would shed looked back at me.” “Though he would never admit it, for a moment, absolute fear shone in his eyes.” “For a moment, he walked with the souls of the dead.”

Also known as Fullmetal vs. Flame: The Day Roy Showed Fear.

 

Roy's POV

 

So, Full Metal wants to fight me? Me, the great and powerful Flame Alchemist, Colonel Roy Mustang? He might as well ask for his death sentence. He's gone nuts. As I confidently saunter back to my office, I hear voices. “I heard it was for a cat. The conditions are that if Ed wins, Mustang has to take care of it.” Hmm. I've never known Hawkeye to gossip. “A cat? I guess that's bad news for this guy. I was hoping the Colonel would take him.” I groan inwardly. Not another stray. This is probably the fourth one he's brought in this week and now he's trying to push it on me. I come in wordlessly, my superior glare in place. I walk over to Fury and snatch the dog out of his hands.

 

“Sir?” he timidly asks before panicking, realizing that he no longer holds the dog. I examine it closely. It, well, I should say he, looks rather pathetic. Not showing any signs of pity, I simply say, “Dog, huh?” After a few seconds, I drop the stern face. Smiling widely, I add, “I love dogs!” Fury gets all starry-eyed and asks, “Really? You mean it?” Too bad no one warned him about me in this kind of mood. It's not my problem, though. I turn toward him, my eyes wide. “Of course.” Fury jumps back. “Dogs embody loyalty.” My eyes shine with a hint of madness. “They follow their master's commands above all else.” From Fury's frozen look of fear, I conclude that he hasn't gotten my point. From the lack of response from anyone else, I can see they haven't gotten it either. I'll be a little clearer. “Be a jerk to them and they don't complain. And they never once beg for a paycheck!”

 

I don't know why I'm shaking the dog. When I have these moments, everything else seems surreal. I remember the time I happened to have my gloves and the radio on. At the same time. I knew that it was a bad idea, but I was feeling…possessed, for lack of a better word. I wanted to create tiny flames to dance along to the music. And I did; the flames just weren't tiny, and they were aimed at the door. I also created a reason for Hawkeye to have some impromptu target practice. Therefore, I think it worked out well. Her haircut wasn't bad at all, and I could dodge her bullets; it's my poor wall that got no justice. “Trust me, Fury, they're the great servants of man! Loyal canine, how we salute thee! Hahahahahahahaha! Hahahahahahahahahaha!” Fury, still frozen, slowly paled until

he matched the wall. Calm Havoc noted, “Well you're awfully manic today sir. I figured that challenge would worry you some.” My cool smirk returned. “Come on, the Fuhrer knows it wouldn't be fair with me against the kid. I'd love to show off my valor, but there's no way he's gonna allow it.“

 

“It sounds like a very interesting fight. I'm going to allow the Battle Assessment,” Bradley remarked. You've got to be kidding me! “But, Fuhrer!” I exclaimed, unable to think of a good excuse. I really didn't want to hurt the kid; I was worried that my old war instincts would kick in, and all that'd be left of Full Metal would be a little char mark. Hehe, little. Then Hughes had to go and open his big mouth. “Fuhrer's spoken, Colonel. You can use the parade grounds. That way you won't have to worry about all the collateral damage.” Collateral? My day seems to be getting worse and worse. “What's the matter, Mustang? You're sure of your own skills, aren't you?” That does it. Gran's at the top of my hit list. He's going to regret that comment. Bradley added, “Go on, fight Full Metal. I think it's going to be a lot of fun.” So it's fun you want? This is certainly going to be entertaining, if nothing else. Well, for his sake, I hope he's said his goodbyes. Another day, another promotion. I refuse to go easy on him, especially when he goaded me into agreement, and for once I'm not talking about Ed.

 

 

A/N: As you see, I'm back! Yesterday, I got a few hours to just get into the story. Almost done Chapter 1 (Roy). Will update in a few days, hopefully. If not, then next week! See you soon!