A/N: My first story on this site! Yeah!!! This story is also on my Quotev.com account. My name on that site is also HaganeNoWriter. This is a oneshot, meaning I won't continue it. So, yeah. This is a Parental! RoyxEd Story. I repeat. PARENTAL! ROYxED. I don't write Yaoi. Anyway, on with the story!!!
Rain. That's the first thing I hear when I open my eyes. I wouldn't necessarily call laying on the covers, trying to ignore aching automail ports sleeping.
I sit up and gently massage my right shoulder, where the flesh and steel meet. I close my eyes and sigh, as this only provides minimal and temporary relief, but I should be grateful. At least I can feel pain at all. I'll give you three guesses for who I'm referring to.
As soon as I remove my hand from the port, it begins to throb and ache once more. I gaze outside of the window if the military dorms. Pouring rain, and ominous, dark clouds still approaching. Not a good day for somebody with automail. Nevertheless, I am a dog of the military. I have orders to follow. One of those orders being delivering his report to the obnoxious colonel.
Al and I had just gotten back from traveling near Western Command, following a lead about the Philosopher's Stone. The lead turned out to be a bust, and a wasted, four hour train ride there and back. I couldn't really remember much when we got back to the dorms. I was really tired and out if it. Al was practically dragging me back to the dorm.
Well, no use in avoiding it. Might as well just suck it up and hand in my report. I dress myself in my normal attire; my black, long sleeve shirt, leather pants, red cloak, and black and red platform boots. I also clip my pocket watch onto my belt loop, and proceed to brush my soft, golden hair. After I get all of the tangles out of the flowing, golden locks, I quickly twist it into a neat braid.
I walk from the bedroom of the dorm, and find a note on the door.
It read:
"Good morning, Brother. I was thinking of possible theories about the Philosopher's Stone all night. I'm going to the library. I'll tell you if I find anything.
~Al
P.S. Remember to turn in your report on time."
I smiled at the letter, picked up my report on my way out.
On my way to the Colonel's office, I stop by the library and poke my head inside. I immediately see Al's armor at a nearby table, situated in a nest of books. I'm sure if Al could show emotion, his face would be one of pure concentration. I smile sadly to myself, remembering why he couldn't do such things, and continue my quest to give my report.
I finally reach the Colonel's office, and let loose a deep sigh. Might as well get this over with. I open the door, and I see everybody quietly doing their work. Ok, this is strange. There is usually a dispute about people NOT doing their paperwork. Something's off.
"Hello, Edward. Here to give your report?" Hawkeye greets me, looking up from her paperwork.
"Yes, Sir. " I say as I walk up to the colonel's desk.
"Hello, pyromaniac." I say with a slight smirk, trying to lighten the mood in the room. I sloppily place my report on his desk.
"Hello, Fullmetal." Mustang says with an emotionless face.
"What, no short jives today?" I ask, trying to get at least a short reference out of him. He ignores my question. I walk over to one of the couches, and it down. The Colonel looks over my report.
