Characters: Roy, Edward. Shounen-ai.
Summary: An exhausting trip later, Edward goes to submit his report with some dread and gets something unexpected...
Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal alchemist or any of its characters.
Warnings: Male/Male relationship. If this offends you, then please do not read further. Thank you.
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Edward did not want to go in there now.
“He already knows what I’ve done!” he grumbled, trying to blink away his two-day-old headache, at the unfazed Hawkeye, “why do I have to go to him and let him make his stupid cracks?” She raised one perfect eyebrow at him, and gave him her traditional your-comfort-is-not-my-priority-so-shut-up-and-do-your-work-before-I-shoot-you look. The chibi considered this for a moment, and then with a massive sigh trudged slowly to the door. Putting one gloved hand on the knob he turned back pleadingly at her. She glared.
With increasing dread, he opened the door slowly. He really was uneasy somehow, and it wasn’t just his head. There had been a series of murders in Whitewood, and it had taken him a long time, three more deaths, and a shop destroyed to discover the murderer who was hiding under his nose all the time, a deranged innkeeper. Knowing Mustang he was already aware, and end up taunting him to no end and Ed would end up screaming and raving, feeling guiltier than ever by the end of it.
The man looked up the second he came in, but Edward took his time closing the door behind him and stepping closer to the desk, feeling the man’s gaze boring into him all the while. “So” Mustang drawled, and Edward met his eyes for a second for a second before looking at the carpeted floor. There was no accusation in those eyes and yet…
He heard the chair being pushed backwards, and Mustang’s light, almost inaudible footsteps. “How long has it been since you’ve combed your hair?” the flame alchemist asked him gently, making Edward look up, startled. His hair, it had been a long time, but Edward had lost his comb and simply hadn’t bothered. No wonder his head hurt. Without warning, he felt himself being lifted up and placed on the desk, warm hands on his waist.
He attempted to say something, but his words got mixed up and blotched on the way to his mouth and all he could do was stare as Mustang pulled a comb out of his pocket, and unbraided, if it could be called that, his hair. Gentle fingers smoothened the snarls away slowly, and he started to go into a blurred realm of comfort. He knows, and he hasn’t said anything about it. He didn’t reprimand me, and he didn’t even insult my height. I thought he would, but I’m always wrong about him. A warm flush filled his cheeks, and he looked at the colonel’s serious face, impassive with a hint of softness. “I-” he began but was cut off with a whispered “It’s not your fault”. It’s not your fault; it’s never your fault. I should have watched you better. Why did the colonel always want to protect him? All the times he had risked his position, and all to rescue him and Al from their latest mess. Had he always been too blind to see what was inside this man?
He drew his gaze upwards, at the broad shoulders, the almost delicate neck, the sharp contours of his face, the pale skin and the perfect lips. Without thinking he reached up to trace those lips with his gloved fingers. Mustang drew in a sharp breath, the comb slipping off his fingers. Undaunted and clearly out of his mind, Edward moved his fingers to cup the other man’s cheek, before reaching up and brushing his lips with his. It was the chaste kiss, so sweet yet so intense that cleared the fog his mind had gotten into.
He had kissed Roy Mustang.
What in the world had possessed him to do that?
He opened his mouth to say something, anything to get out of the bottomless pit he had thrown himself into, when those glorious lips captured his again. Stunned, Edward just sat there for a second, before opening his mouth a fraction, deepening the kiss. His head spinning more than ever, he tentatively brought his hands up to tangle them in the man’s dark hair, so soft and so unlike the man himself. They wouldn't emerge for quite a while.
And outside, a very suspicious Riza Hawkeye waited patiently. If the colonel was irritating Edward intentionally and destroying his paperwork in the process…. There would be hell to pay.
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Not too smooth, I realize. I got the idea when after a really frustrating day I college, I stormed back home in tears. My mamma took one look at my face, made me sit down and brushed my hair. And it was such a comforting feeling, I couldn’t resist writing this.
I’ll be happy to get criticism, so please review!
Friday, March 23, 2007
Thursday, March 22, 2007
BLEACH-Battle tactics
Characters: Byakuya, Kyouraku. Non-yaoi.
Rating: Pretty much harmless.
Summary: Kyouraku has a question to ask of Byakuya.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Bleach or any its characters. The amazing Kubo-sensei does.
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Few people disputed the fact that he, Kuchiki Byakuya, made a fine captain. He was a fair man, a good leader, and came from one of Seiretei’s noblest and purest blood. He certainly deserved to be one of the Gotei 13. And how he loathed being stuck with the rest of them. All… seriously all of them either insane, or uncultured, or dumb, or just plain irritating. (Unohana and Hitsugaya being exceptions) And he had to bear them every single week at the captain’s meeting.
Today, as he made his way back to his office after the dreaded affair, which for once was not as boring as usual, he was in a reasonably good mood. And why not? Everything had gone well today, his tea was just the right temperature, and Renji was showing rare non-obnoxious behaviour. Yes, all was right in the world. Oh, and that ass Kyouraku didn’t get on his nerves as usual. In fact the man had seemed too absorbed in his own thoughts to pay much attention to the meeting, which struck Byakuya as distinctly odd.
He was nearing his division offices when he felt the reiatsu of the said man. Byakuya paused, and turned around wearing his permanent disdainful look which almost slipped into a look of absolute surprise when he saw the 8th squad captain. The normally lazy, idiotic, womanizing, sake guzzling, shinigami was gone, and in his place stood one of the two oldest and most powerful captains. Byakuya vaguely wondered where Ukitake was. Surely he was not ill again?
They stared at each other for a few moments, and Byakuya, realizing the other was not going to make any move to break the increasingly uncomfortable silence that was stretching between them, sighed and drawled- “What do you want?” The pink caped man (Oh dear lord, why the hell does he wear that awful thing?) shifted a little, and raised his straw hat to look Byakuya in the eye. “Well, actually, Kuchiki-san, I wanted to discuss something very important with you”
The head of the Kuchiki clan raised an eyebrow. All the same, he felt his curiosity mount. “Go on” Kyouraku looked around carefully, making sure they were absolutely alone. Byakuya doubted anyone would eavesdrop; the combined reiatsu emerging from them would scare off anyone. “I wanted to discuss a few of your battle tactics you see” Kyouraku said. Byakuya didn’t ever try to hide his surprise this time “Oh? And what would you like to discuss?”
Two minutes later
A tremendous rise in reiatsu shocked Hisagi and Kira, who had been loitering around instead of attending to their duties, and they frantically ran towards the source. They found an unconscious Kyouraku, and a seething 6th division captain who looked quite ready to slit the man’s throat with his zanpaktou. “Kuchiki-taichou! Stop!” screamed Hisagi, who recovered faster, while Kira stood gaping at scene. Byakuya paused and glanced at them, his sword ready to swing. Mercifully, he seemed to remember his stature, and strode off offering no explanation. They heaved a sigh of relief when Renji appeared puffing and panting, having sensed his captain’s sudden peak in reiatsu.
“Stay away from sakura. I’ll rip you limb from limb if I ever catch you near a tree. EVER” Byakuya snarled at the confounded Renji before stalking off.
*~*~*~*~*
“Tell me, Kuchiki-san… when you go into battle, I observed on a number of occasions that your entrance is made quite spectacular by those really elegant-looking sakura petals. I never did see anyone scattering them, nor did I see you scattering them yourself… so what’s your secret? Your lieutenant, perhaps?” Kyouraku chirped, bounding forward in a disgusting way. Byakuya stepped back. The absolute fool. He should have known that he’d never have a proper conversation with this maniac.
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Rating: Pretty much harmless.
Summary: Kyouraku has a question to ask of Byakuya.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Bleach or any its characters. The amazing Kubo-sensei does.
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Few people disputed the fact that he, Kuchiki Byakuya, made a fine captain. He was a fair man, a good leader, and came from one of Seiretei’s noblest and purest blood. He certainly deserved to be one of the Gotei 13. And how he loathed being stuck with the rest of them. All… seriously all of them either insane, or uncultured, or dumb, or just plain irritating. (Unohana and Hitsugaya being exceptions) And he had to bear them every single week at the captain’s meeting.
Today, as he made his way back to his office after the dreaded affair, which for once was not as boring as usual, he was in a reasonably good mood. And why not? Everything had gone well today, his tea was just the right temperature, and Renji was showing rare non-obnoxious behaviour. Yes, all was right in the world. Oh, and that ass Kyouraku didn’t get on his nerves as usual. In fact the man had seemed too absorbed in his own thoughts to pay much attention to the meeting, which struck Byakuya as distinctly odd.
He was nearing his division offices when he felt the reiatsu of the said man. Byakuya paused, and turned around wearing his permanent disdainful look which almost slipped into a look of absolute surprise when he saw the 8th squad captain. The normally lazy, idiotic, womanizing, sake guzzling, shinigami was gone, and in his place stood one of the two oldest and most powerful captains. Byakuya vaguely wondered where Ukitake was. Surely he was not ill again?
They stared at each other for a few moments, and Byakuya, realizing the other was not going to make any move to break the increasingly uncomfortable silence that was stretching between them, sighed and drawled- “What do you want?” The pink caped man (Oh dear lord, why the hell does he wear that awful thing?) shifted a little, and raised his straw hat to look Byakuya in the eye. “Well, actually, Kuchiki-san, I wanted to discuss something very important with you”
The head of the Kuchiki clan raised an eyebrow. All the same, he felt his curiosity mount. “Go on” Kyouraku looked around carefully, making sure they were absolutely alone. Byakuya doubted anyone would eavesdrop; the combined reiatsu emerging from them would scare off anyone. “I wanted to discuss a few of your battle tactics you see” Kyouraku said. Byakuya didn’t ever try to hide his surprise this time “Oh? And what would you like to discuss?”
Two minutes later
A tremendous rise in reiatsu shocked Hisagi and Kira, who had been loitering around instead of attending to their duties, and they frantically ran towards the source. They found an unconscious Kyouraku, and a seething 6th division captain who looked quite ready to slit the man’s throat with his zanpaktou. “Kuchiki-taichou! Stop!” screamed Hisagi, who recovered faster, while Kira stood gaping at scene. Byakuya paused and glanced at them, his sword ready to swing. Mercifully, he seemed to remember his stature, and strode off offering no explanation. They heaved a sigh of relief when Renji appeared puffing and panting, having sensed his captain’s sudden peak in reiatsu.
“Stay away from sakura. I’ll rip you limb from limb if I ever catch you near a tree. EVER” Byakuya snarled at the confounded Renji before stalking off.
*~*~*~*~*
“Tell me, Kuchiki-san… when you go into battle, I observed on a number of occasions that your entrance is made quite spectacular by those really elegant-looking sakura petals. I never did see anyone scattering them, nor did I see you scattering them yourself… so what’s your secret? Your lieutenant, perhaps?” Kyouraku chirped, bounding forward in a disgusting way. Byakuya stepped back. The absolute fool. He should have known that he’d never have a proper conversation with this maniac.
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First post, again!
So this is a permanent resting place for my pathetic fanfiction. (No bans, woot!)
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