Sorry guys. I've been meaning to clean this up for a while...and I procrastinated. For 2 years. -____-;

Anyways, before this gets too long, I just want to say thanks to every reviewer! You guys are so awesome, and I will always remember your awesome support. AWESOMENESS.

About this fic: It was written when I was 12...AKA those days when I was disturbingly bubbly, had the most random imagination, and daydreamed all day long about yaoiyaoiyaoiyaoi. XD It's embarrasing, really...but still, there's something special that you don't want to forget about those days. This fic was sprouted during those times (2 years ago, actually), and it was for pure amusement. Eventually, it became one of those things where at that moment you thought it was "da bomb" and then when you look at it again a couple of months later, you get the urge to smack yourself and think, 'Holy SHET, what was I thinking?!" Oh well. It was fun while it lasted. =P I'm gonna keep it up here, though, for you all. (And I know how it feels when a fic or artwork got deleted because the author was too self-concious, so...lucky for you all. Hehe.)

For new readers, enjoy! :D

C h o c o l a t e ~ C u p c a k e s

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The office of Roy Mustang was simply normal that day. The only sounds coming from inside were the smooth edging sound of the pen signing each individual paper from the billion stacks of them piled against the corner of his desk. The other sound was Roy sighing of boredom every few seconds. Yep, another normal day in the Military, until---

The door slammed open and unsurprisingly stood a very very annoyed and pissed off Edward.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU PLAYING AT, MUSTANG!? IS THIS A JOKE OR SOMETHING? I SWEAR I'M GONNA KILL YOU AND YOUR STUPID SMIRK ONE DAY!!"

The whole city of Central could hear Edward's voice echoing as it got louder and louder as he yelled at Roy.

Roy was taken back, for he had never heard Edward so mad, and more importantly, at him. His ears would have fallen off if he didn't cover them just in time.

He defended himself innocently and replied, "What are you so mad about, Fullmetal? Did I not pay your salary this week? Or are you mad that you can't find any way to make yourself any taller?

Edward flinched at his last comment.

Roy immediately regretted what he had said.

He shut his eyes tightly, ready to die.

After a few seconds have passed, he felt nothing but air.

What the heck? I don't feel any pain!

He opened his eyes to see Ed taking several deep breathes to calm himself down. When Ed looked up, a look of confusion and embarrassment appeared on his face.

A long, awkward silence followed as the two stared at each other, not knowing what to do.

"Um…so you didn't send me this mission?" Ed said, finally breaking the silence.

"Huh? What mission?" was all Roy could say.

Ed's face grew rather redder after he knew that Roy didn't send him this…unspeakable mission.

"…I'd…rather not say…" he replied getting redder as he thought about it.

~ FLASHBACK ~

It was 10:00am in the morning, and Ed was still sleeping soundly since he was absolutely exhausted from yet another goose chase searching for the philosopher's stone. Though he had improved a bit; he didn't break his auto-mail or get seriously hurt for that matter. Little did he know he was in for a rude awakening. Literally.

Al, still as a suit of armor, dashed through the entire house. Since his feet were hollow, they made loud banging sounds.

"Brother! Wake Up! Wake Up! Look what I found in the mail!" he cried as he burst into Ed's room.

As if on cue, Ed reacted as if he were a cat and someone stepped on his tail.

"Aaaaal! Can't you see I'm sleeping?" He groaned and turned to his side. "And what's so important about the mail?"

Al quickly handed the piece of mail clearly addressed to 'Edward Elric'.

"Hmm.." Ed muttered as he scanned through the envelope, "It says it's from the military. I bet it's from that damn colonial bastard."

"Um…I'm not so sure he would send you on this type of mission." Al said nervously, as he was clearly inching slowly but surely towards the door.

Hmmm...very suspicious..."Hey, what mission are you talking about and what are you---"

Al was already out of the house.

Ed just sighed as he sat on his covers and became oddly confused about the way Al was acting. He made a mental note to never let Al bring in another kitten, and carefully unfolded the letter inside the envelope.

His eyes grew big with shock as he read and reread its contents.

At the farthest point where Al escaped to, he heard Ed scream, "MOTHER OF FU---" He did not get to hear the last part, for he had purposely thrown his head into a trashcan to avoid it.

~ END FLASHBACK ~

"Well, to sum it all up, I got this letter that said it was from the military, instructing me to do a…a really weird mission…" Ed said, trying to avoid Roy's gaze upon him. God, he was already embarrassed enough for one day.

"Oh?" replied Roy smirking, "What kind of mission?"

Ed stayed silent, and Roy admitted his defeat.

Well I guess if he won't tell me directly, time for plan B. he thought.

"What did you say, Fullmetal? I couldn't hear you considering you were so small." He added.

Ed's head looked like a volcano had just erupted. "WHO ARE YOU CALLING SO SMALL THAT HE WOULD SPEAK SO SOFTLY THAT HE COULDN'T BE HEARD TRYING TO TELL HIS COLONIAL BASTARD THAT SOMEONE SENT HIM A MISSION TELLING HIM TO DRESS UP LIKE A GIRL TO INVESTIGATE AT A MIDDLE SCHOOL FOR SOME STUPID INFORMATION?!!"

Ed was panting like crazy until he realized what he had just done.

Roy just starred in shock and disbelief.

"W-Wha--?" Roy began, only to hear Ed run out the door in a millisecond, not even bothering to slam the door behind him, for he was too embarrassed by now to care about anything at the moment.

END CHAPTER

~ 4 Fun ~

Roy: -Smirks- OooOooOoo a giiirl, huh?

Ed: -slaps Roy- Say. Another. Word. And I'll kill the author and nobody will be able to know what happens next.

Me: WHAT! HEEEY!

Ed: Hey, I didn't write this 'Fun Section', did I?

Me: -paralyzed by shock-

A/N: I've also corrected some my grammar and spelling errors. Gosh, this cleaning up process is so troublesome... -sigh- I'd rather go and watch clouds...