Disclaimer: Not mine.
was a crappy day. It had been a crappy week, and prior to that a crappy
month. In fact, all in all it was shaping up to be a pretty crappy
year. And Edward Elric knew exactly whom to blame.
Colonel Roy Mustang.
sure, the homunculi were probably not his creations, and the assassin
Scar was certainly not under his jurisdiction. Likewise the various
power-hungry Alchemists and psychotic Generals could not be laid at his
doorstep either. But somehow, SOMEWHERE, Ed just knew... it was all his
And he had a report to make.
To Colonel Mustang.
Colonel “Complete and Utter Smirky
hated making reports. He hated writing them, putting them together,
showing up, handing them over and most of all he hated having to listen
to Colonel Bastard tear them to pieces, all the time demonstrating that
he already knew everything anyway.
He hadn’t slept for two
days, there had been no dinner the night before and no breakfast first
thing this morning either. And he had a headache.
Ed glared at
the door to Mustang’s office balefully. He’d be in there for an hour,
getting a lecture about how he “really must control that temper of his”
and how “military buildings were not created for your personal
experimentation areas”. His fingers clenched on his report.
“Elric-kun, the Colonel is ready
for you.” Hawkeye opened the door for him.
Roy Mustang was sitting behind his
desk, a wide smirk settled firmly in place.
Ed walked in, took one look at the
expression on Roy’s face, and snapped.
KNOW ALREADY!” He shouted. “I’m short! So short you could step on me!
And I can't control my temper! And you know what I did and I know that
you know and you know that I know that you know and HERE’S YOUR STUPID
REPORT!” He flung the report at Mustang and fled, ignoring the startled
yells behind him.
Havoc walked into Mustang’s office,
confusion writ large upon his face, “What the HELL was that all about?”
Roy picked the report up off the
floor with a rueful expression.
“I think I broke him.”
Was originally supposed to be WAY shorter and just consisted of a
mental image I had of Ed throwing a report at Roy and fleeing, rather
than being subjected to torment once again. I kinda like it as an idea,
but ficwise it didn't turn out quite the way I'd hoped. Ah well.