Story- Dress Code
Type- Two-part One-Shot.
Inspired by- The military's bleak uniforms.
Coupling- Roy and Edward hints, PG-13 (some suggestive themes, language in next chapter.)
Maes Hughes always held a certain fascination with finding out the unknown. That's what made him so good at his job. When things caught his attention he knew, he knew that he had to find out the mystery, the secret, the forbidden knowledge, doing whatever it took to solve the puzzle. Edward Elric was one of these puzzles…well it wasn't him per se, but the young alchemist's pants that tempted the older man.
Hughes was good at his job, which was why he took this mystery to heart and vowed to find out how did the Full Metal Alchemist get those impossibly small pair of pants on.
"Oh, Roy"
Roy Mustang slammed his head down against the desk. At the age of twenty-six, he was one of the youngest colonels around Central and also one of the most stressed. His nimble fingers hastily grabbed at the stack of papers before him as he tried to look busy.
"Sir, Hughes is here to see you," Informed Riza Hawkeye. The young blonde woman was pretty, much to pretty for the military, that was for sure, and Roy drew a mental picture every time he saw her with her in a skirt. A shame, really, that such fine legs were covered by the drab unisex uniform. "Shall I let him in, sir?" She asked.
"Yes," The Flame Alchemist answered, grabbing a sheet of paper and scribbling his signature on it hastily. He might as well look like he was busy, that way, he'd be able to get rid of Maes if the man proved to be even more annoying then normal today.
"Roy, you'll never guess what I have." The man practically sang. Gosh, and Roy had known the man for how long…that's right, far too long.
"What, Maes?" Roy asked passively to the proud father.
"Pictures, of course! My darling is such a little angel. See, here she is in this cute swimsuit; oh, over here she's feeding the ducks. Isn't she just precious?" As Hughes continued on, Roy began to feel the beginnings of a headache coming. Maybe Riza could give him some Advil, or something…wasn't it the rule of thumb that all women carried around Advil? Maybe it'd be better to ask Ross. At least she wouldn't shoot him if she were in a foul mood, key word being if.
"Maes, please get down to it." Roy closed his captivating charcoal eyes, willing the headache to die down.
"Sorry, Roy. Wanted to make sure we weren't being spied upon." Roy Mustang lifted a well manicured eyebrow at this statement. It was unusual for measures so extreme, such as having his ears talked off, to be gone through when dealing with office gossip. At least, that's what Roy hoped it was, just office gossip. Last time, the need for making sure there were no eavesdroppers had led to a man being shot. Roy did not want to do that much paperwork again.
"That's fine, Maes. What's up?" Patience is a virtue, Roy thought.
"Well, I've come to conclusion of sorts, Roy" Maes lowered his voice a few notches. "And that is…" Finished Roy.
"Why do you," Maes leaned over the colonel's desk, "have a breakage of military code running around, and yet you, do nothing about it? Hmmm?"
What the fuck is Maes on, thought Roy. "What the hell are you talking about?" Roy brushed a few pieces of ash black hair out of his eyes, "if someone were violating the military rules, then I, of all people, would know about it."
"Nuhuh," Maes Hughes gave Roy his patented shifty cat eyes look and leaned in to whisper in his friend's ear, his voice laced with conspiracy undertones. "Edward Elric," he murmured, "has never, ever, dressed according to the military's rules."
Roy gave his friend his own look, one that just screamed out, are you crazy? He shook his head, "I can't believe you wasted over half an hour of my precious time with that lame…in fact, I'm not going to lower my IQ down to your level by even trying to explain why you would tell me this."
"Mission accepted, sir!" Roy watched in shock as Maes Hughes, who he once considered sane, snapped smartly to attention and after giving him a two fingered salute, ran out the door. What in the world did I just agree to…
I know we're taking forever to update, but we actually had starts toseveral new one-shots to add to Strawberry Stories on M.P.'s computer, that is, untill M.P. ended up downloading a virus. Her computer was wiped clean and sadly, all of our starts were erased. We managed to salvage this from a floppy disk. It isn't the original, though, but we're working on rewritingthe stories we remember.
Next update: July 11, 2006. M.P. and I won't be in the area until thetenth, but we'll upload the next chapterasap.