Metal Vs Storm

Dancing makes me better

A/n: I am so sorry I can't post a proper chapter cause for some reason it didn't save and I lost the whole thing *Don't worry, I'm dying painfully inside, cause it was actually a long chapter of alooooott of fighting.
Also I will not be able to update for a while but once I can, I will.

Well onward, in this chapter you get to see a flashback *yyyaaaayyyy* this is the time when Toshiro lost his leg, got the automail and still couldn't walk do Havoc helped him out *gives a joker smile*

Enjoy.

Also read!!
In my version, Mustang is a Captain now turned Colonel so he hasn't have a proper team yet, he only has Riza his Lieutenant and Havoc of his first command and obviously Maes- his best friend.

Havoc POV
Havoc tapped the edge of his pen on the desk, his hand sore from the amount of paperwork, like I mean where does all this paperwork even come from!?

The turning of a page pulled his attention. To his opposite sat the Isbalan guy behind Riza's desk, he didn't look like a kid but he definitely didn't look like an adult either, teenager perhaps?

Again the page was turned, in his hands he held an Isbalan-to-Amestrian book and a pencil, making notes at random moments. Apparently the guy was smart, picked up quite a number of words at his first few times here and could understand really easy, Havoc honestly thought that was bu** and he didn't trust him but at the moment he was harmless with his leg put out like that so it didn't matter.

Speaking about leg, he'd managed to overheard Huges and the new Colonel Mustang that despite the new automail, fitted to compensate the damage to his nerves was still not compatible. It was a real pain in the butt, all that money spent on some guy he barely knew and for it to still be a waste, Huges and the Colonel must have it hard, Havoc will simply never understand why they didn't just dropped him off by some old lady or something, don't old people love taking care of people like him?

Havoc sighed, he had to be fair to he guessed, it must not be easy on the guy here either, under the blue jeans and black polo he wore, one could easily see that he had lost more weight than could be healthy surely and as Havoc looked under his eyes he could see the dark marks from sleepless nights of pain.

He could see the dulled teal eyes, well one anyway as he other was covered but his shoulder lenght hair, such an unusual colour.... staring  widely right back at him. Havoc pulled back in surprise and then grinned cheekily, he realised he must have been staring at him for some time now, the pen still in his hand. He was also surpised that the other hadn't said anything... then again not really as he never said much anyway.

Havoc quickly ducked his head and went back to his work to avoid any further embarrassment. This went on for a few more minutes before Havoc rolled he's eyes, there was one thing he wanted to settle with the guy who, in his mind, he dubbed 'Blue' because of his eyes.

Quietly he stood, Blue's eyes moving to look at him once again, tensing as Havoc walked towards him and still not relaxing even when Havoc put up his hands to show he wasn't going to hurt him. He sat on the edge of the desk, to the right of him.

"Hey kid." The stared definitely turned into a cold glare. "I have a question about that automail of yours. Nod if you understand me." Havoc tried to use his gruff voice, Blue just rolled his eyes at his weak attempt but nodded his head once anyway.

"Don't you know how much of tax payers money your wasting?" Havoc furrowed his eyebrows in a mock scowl. "That automail your wearing, doesn't come free ya know." Blue gripped his pencil harder and turned his head back to the book.

For some reason that ticked Havoc off, he gritted his teeth. This punk had no right to just ignor him, he glanced at the door to make sure no one was coming and stood to face the guy. "So what, you're just gonna give up?!"

Blue just glare at him as if asking him 'what the he** could he do about it.' "Stand up, show the world that you're not some failer." Havoc growled, losing his cool completely, "What happened to the guy that took out near 50 of Mustang's men?"

Blue's nostrils flared in anger, that was the most emotion he had ever seen out of the guy. Before Havoc could rethink what he was about to do, he grabbed Blue up from under the arms. He tensed and instinctively lashed out, punching Havoc in the shoulders assuring brusies the next that but that was the last thing on Havoc's mind. With a small heave as Blue was quite light, he was able to pull him put of his wheel chair.

The reaction was immediate but shocking, a small yelp came from Blue and a stream of Isbalan words, this was the first time Havoc every heard the language and as such had no idea what he was saying but he was sure it was nothing to nice. The larger male continued on his mission and with smooth movements he was able to rest Blue's normal foot on Havoc's left and his automail on his right to support his weight. Blue still struggled against him as Havoc moved back to give the pair more space. Accidently hiting his arm to hard, Havoc let go of his carry in surprise. In panic, Blue grabbed his shoulders and buried his head unwillingly unto his chest to keep his balance.

Not wanting anybody to get the wrong idea, he turned his head to the side before he tighten his grip on his shoulders to assure him that he wouldn't let go and continued on his previous plan. "Hey kid," he shook him slightly to catch his attention. "That Amestrian your learning, how far did you get."

Blue looked at him then to the side in embrassment. "Well?" He continued. "How do you ask what's your name at least, it's basic beginner lines."

As Blue opened his mouth to speak, Havoc walked two steps back and forth to get both their feet moving. The white-haired male hissed slightly as the automail rubbed on his skin but spoke anyways. "hat...is...or...na-me?" The accent was so thick that Havoc almost thought he was still speaking Isbalan but it registered to him after a minute.
(A/n: note that his accent is only so thick to Havoc because it's a mix of Japanese and Ishbalan.)

"'Name' is one word, try it." Slowly Havoc began raising his feet slightly higher to get the circulation in the other's to keep going as sitting so long couldn't have been good for him, especially on his one good leg.

"Name." Havoc nodded at the guy in approval. This continue for almost twenty more minutes of more questions and small corrections as well as more movement. Blue had started gritting his teeth at the pain, it took a while for Havoc to understand but he got the general idea the other didn't like to admit to pain.

It seemed that Havoc had set him down on his chair just in time as the door opened not more than two minutes later. "Ah, Havoc, I see your getting along with Elijah!" Maes walled out with a pile of papers from the Colonel. 'Oh, so Elijah must be his name then, so much for calling him Blue' he thought.

"Yes sir, quite the interesting one." They nodded to each other and as they left, the sharpshooter sat behind his desk and honestly contemplated what akwardness he just did with himself.

He would admit though, he could wait till the next meeting.

(A/n: if you liked that and want a part two comment or pc me and I'll write it 😁)