Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ Seasons ❯ January ( Chapter 3 )
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By: hysteria82 
A bit of sappiness to compliment the humor as their little game begins to become more than just a game.
Anime/Manga: Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.06.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 701 | Visits: 485 | Status: Work In Progress
A bit of sappiness to compliment the humor as their little game begins to become more than just a game.
Anime/Manga: Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.06.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 701 | Visits: 485 | Status: Work In Progress
Three hours into the new year and it's cold, bitter, and wet. Bad omen for the upcoming year perhaps?
Roy Mustang snorts at the thought and shakes his head, feeling silly for thinking about such silly superstitions as he shakes out his umbrella. It has to be the booze giving him such dumb ideas.
With out further delay, he stumbles a few steps forward, discovers that he's still a little tipsy – a little tipsy being defined as dead drunk- from the New Years party he's just attended, and decides that, yes, it is the booze's fault.
It takes some effort but he manages to make it down the outside stairs without any problems until he comes across a red object blocking his path.
Momentarily he considers walking around the thing but the other railing is really far away -all the way on the other side of the steps even- and it just doesn't seem worth the effort, so he turns his attention back towards the red blur.
He blinks down at the blur, pondering what to do and knowing that the answer really shouldn't be this hard to come up with, when a completely obvious thought hits him.
That blur isn't really a blur at all! It's Fullmetal! In his red coat!
Slowly, he manages to plop down next to the boy who gives him an odd look... like he had a booger sticking out of his nose or something...
The drunken colonel quickly checks to make sure he doesn't have a booger sticking out of his nose before turning to his long haired companion and saying, in a rather slurred voice: “It's raining.”
Edwards raising an eyebrow at the pretty obvious statement, before nodding his head in confirmations, that yes, it is raining.
“Why are you sitting in the rain?” Roy asks.
“Why are YOU sitting in the rain?” Ed counters right back.
The statement seems to amuse the man and he giggles in an undignified was before stating another obvious fact: “Because I'm drunk. What's your excuse?”
It's hard not to laugh at that answer so he doesn't try to hold it back. Soon the chuckles die down to a few quite snorts and he covers his grin with his hand though amusement is still clearly shown in his golden eyes as he looks out over the dark city, not bothering to answer.
Roy accepts the silence, knowing, even when he's drunk, that if Edward didn't want to talk, then he wouldn't.
Still, there was no reason that the blond should have to spend the first day of the new year sitting in the rain and moping about who know what... with that thought in mind, the Mustang settls down and makes himself comfortable.
Edward, for once, doesn't seem to mind his company.
It's dawn when the silence is finally broken with a faint sniffle and the sound of joints popping the blond stands and stretches.
Gazing down at his superior, he doesn't say anything, just leans over and presses a chaste kiss to his cold, chapped, lips and pulls back before the other could respond.
"Give me strep throat, you bastard Colonel.” he mutters and sniffles again, “Hope you start the new year with a fucking cold..."
Both of them are smart enough to know that the contact from the soft kiss is far too short and probably not nearly physical enough to pass along any germs, but neither one of them comments.
Roy just sits and watches the blond leave -hands tucked into his pockets- before turning his gaze to the horizon.
Edward is long gone and the sun has risen above the buildings by the time he stands to leave. Looking around, he notices that the rain has stopped and it's clearing up to become a beautiful day.
Smiling, he begins to head home, glad that it was already shaping out to be a good year.
Roy Mustang snorts at the thought and shakes his head, feeling silly for thinking about such silly superstitions as he shakes out his umbrella. It has to be the booze giving him such dumb ideas.
With out further delay, he stumbles a few steps forward, discovers that he's still a little tipsy – a little tipsy being defined as dead drunk- from the New Years party he's just attended, and decides that, yes, it is the booze's fault.
It takes some effort but he manages to make it down the outside stairs without any problems until he comes across a red object blocking his path.
Momentarily he considers walking around the thing but the other railing is really far away -all the way on the other side of the steps even- and it just doesn't seem worth the effort, so he turns his attention back towards the red blur.
He blinks down at the blur, pondering what to do and knowing that the answer really shouldn't be this hard to come up with, when a completely obvious thought hits him.
That blur isn't really a blur at all! It's Fullmetal! In his red coat!
Slowly, he manages to plop down next to the boy who gives him an odd look... like he had a booger sticking out of his nose or something...
The drunken colonel quickly checks to make sure he doesn't have a booger sticking out of his nose before turning to his long haired companion and saying, in a rather slurred voice: “It's raining.”
Edwards raising an eyebrow at the pretty obvious statement, before nodding his head in confirmations, that yes, it is raining.
“Why are you sitting in the rain?” Roy asks.
“Why are YOU sitting in the rain?” Ed counters right back.
The statement seems to amuse the man and he giggles in an undignified was before stating another obvious fact: “Because I'm drunk. What's your excuse?”
It's hard not to laugh at that answer so he doesn't try to hold it back. Soon the chuckles die down to a few quite snorts and he covers his grin with his hand though amusement is still clearly shown in his golden eyes as he looks out over the dark city, not bothering to answer.
Roy accepts the silence, knowing, even when he's drunk, that if Edward didn't want to talk, then he wouldn't.
Still, there was no reason that the blond should have to spend the first day of the new year sitting in the rain and moping about who know what... with that thought in mind, the Mustang settls down and makes himself comfortable.
Edward, for once, doesn't seem to mind his company.
It's dawn when the silence is finally broken with a faint sniffle and the sound of joints popping the blond stands and stretches.
Gazing down at his superior, he doesn't say anything, just leans over and presses a chaste kiss to his cold, chapped, lips and pulls back before the other could respond.
"Give me strep throat, you bastard Colonel.” he mutters and sniffles again, “Hope you start the new year with a fucking cold..."
Both of them are smart enough to know that the contact from the soft kiss is far too short and probably not nearly physical enough to pass along any germs, but neither one of them comments.
Roy just sits and watches the blond leave -hands tucked into his pockets- before turning his gaze to the horizon.
Edward is long gone and the sun has risen above the buildings by the time he stands to leave. Looking around, he notices that the rain has stopped and it's clearing up to become a beautiful day.
Smiling, he begins to head home, glad that it was already shaping out to be a good year.