Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Type: Humor, General, Yaoi
Ed glanced out the window and frowned deeply. A storm had blown in the night before and had been raging outside all day. The howling wind had been gusting heavily and driving the rain sideways in its fury. Thunder had shaken the building more than once and there had been an advisory on the radio to stay inside; though there had been no official announcement that citizens were mandated to stay indoors—yet.
He had worried all day that he’d get a phone call from Mustang telling him the date was off, but no such call had come and Ed wasn’t sure if he was glad of that or not.
“If you ask me—which you didn’t—I’d say that you should call him and cancel. You can’t go out in a storm like this,” Al said from behind him.
Ed continued to stare out the window. “I’m still going.” Al hadn’t been pleased to learn of his upcoming date with Roy Mustang, and now that the day was here, he’d been trying even harder to come up with reasons that Ed shouldn’t go.
“I’m just worried. What if you get into an accident? Or what if you get blown away in the wind?” Al pressed.
At this, Ed turned and glared at his brother. “That had better not be a remark on my height...”
Sensing the danger, Al changed tactics. “What if your automail rusts?”
“How many times have I been in water before?” Ed asked irritably. “It’s rust proof, you know that.”
“Well, what if—” Al began again, but Ed cut him off.
“I’m going. I’ll be fine. It’s just a casual date. It’s not as if we’re an item.”
Al nodded. “Yeah, I know, I know, but... I still worry...”
Stepping away from the window, Ed said, “Thanks, but I don’t think you need to worry. I’m not disillusioned or anything. Even if Mustang... doesn’t want to go out again... I’m glad that I’ll get this chance...” It was hard saying it because he wanted Mustang to like him, but he also didn’t want to have a false sense of their relationship either. If Mustang didn’t like him that way, well... then at least he’d know. Not that such a thing would keep him from dreaming about him and thinking about him, but he’d at least know that it was only that—a dream.
Pulling on his bright, red tie, Ed brushed at his black suit and glanced at Al, then spread his arms wide. “How do I look?” he asked self-consciously.
“Like a penguin with a red tie,” Al answered dryly.
“But a good-looking penguin, right?” Ed pressed.
“Yeah... I guess...”
Ed folded his arms and frowned. “I don’t see why you’re making such a big deal out of this... It’s just a fucking date... It’s not like we’re, you know, going steady or anything.”
“I just don’t want you to get hurt...” Al muttered.
“I won’t, I won’t, but I just want to take this one chance...” his voice trailed off as he studied his brother. There was no expression on Al’s face; but, in a way, Ed felt like he was letting his brother down. That maybe Al was disappointed in him for not spending this time researching for the Stone... Guilt flooded him and he wondered if perhaps he should just do as Al suggested and forget this date. After all, wasn’t working on finding a way to get the Stone more important than whatever he wanted for himself?
“Are there any other reasons you don’t want me to go?” Ed asked nervously. He really wanted to go on this date, but he didn’t want Al to feel like he’d forgotten about him either...
Al shook his head immediately. “If it wasn’t... If you weren’t going on a date with him, then I wouldn’t care; in fact, I’d be happy you were getting out because you really need to, but—”
Whatever he was going to say was cut off by a knock on the front door. They turned to look at it before they both sprang to answer. Unfortunately for Ed, Al was closer and when he opened the door, Ed heard, “Good evening, Alphonse.”
Al grunted but said nothing more and there was a slight moment of awkward silence before Ed pushed his way between his brother and the open door to see a very wet Mustang standing out in the hall with an abused-looking umbrella folded at his side. His sodden hair was slicked back, though some was sticking out at odd angles as if the wind had blown the well done style askew and Mustang had tried to right it by running his fingers through it. His long black military overcoat partially hid the nice black suit with a white shirt and black tie from view.
Ed shifted uncomfortably as Mustang gave Al, then him, a quizzical look. “I’m not interrupting anything, am I?”
“Actually—” Al began flatly.
“No!” Ed yelled, riding over his brother. “We were just...” He cast his mind around frantically, trying to think of something, then said, “We were just discussing some really important stuff.”
The corner of Mustang’s lip twitched up and Ed felt his cheeks heat at the lame excuse. “Do you need a few more minutes?” the colonel asked, his voice filled with amusement, then reached up and wiped his face—which was still damp with rain water—before raising an eyebrow.
“No...” Ed growled, then turned to Al and said, “See ya later.”
“Yeah... have fun...” Al said evenly.
Guilt and frustration pricked at him as he gave Al a small smile and closed the door behind him. He wanted to be happy about this, but at the same time, he really felt like he was letting Al down...
Shutting the door, Ed turned to him and put a forced smile on his face. “Where’re we going?”
“A nice food establishment; it’s a surprise, can’t tell you. It’s close to my place. I go there all the time,”
Glancing down at his date for the night,
He glanced over Ed again, then frowned. “No coat?”
Ed’s purposeful walk slowed for a moment, then he shook his head. “I don’t need a coat.” It was unconvincing. Ed had obviously forgotten it and didn’t want to go back.
“It’s really wet and windy out there. What if...”
“If you’re going to say something about me being blown away, then I swear you’ll be sorry.”
“Oh...” Ed said sheepishly.
When they got to the door of the building,
Nodding, Ed moved near and wrapped his arms around
When he finally got inside,
With a smirk, Ed reached out, then hesitated as if he just realized what he was doing. “Can I?” he asked, sounding unsure now.
“Does it really look that bad?” He glanced in the rearview mirror and saw that, yes, it really did look pretty bad. “Okay...” he consented, turning back to face Ed and moving close.
The teen reached up and smoothed back his hair gently. With his face this close to Ed, he could smell the faint odor of the soap Ed used. No cologne; just freshly washed skin and hair with clean clothes. He smiled slightly as he noticed the faint blush on Ed’s cheeks; most likely from being this close.
There were so many things that made Ed different from all his other prospects, not just the obvious things. A more socially aware date might have put on cologne, or might have worn a tie that wasn’t so bright, or...
“Okay,” Ed said, pulling back and looking satisfied, then said ruefully, “Though it will probably get messed up again the minute you leave the car.”
“Well, I guess you’ll have to fix it again,”
“Yeah, sure, okay, that’s fine, I don’t mind...” Ed said, stumbling over words that simply repeated themselves in their meaning.
After a moment, silence fell in the car as
He glanced at Ed after he stopped at a stop sign then cautiously pushed on the gas to continue on. It was hard to see through the beating rain and he had to peer with squinted eyes through the windshield. Maybe he should have chosen something a little closer to the dorms with this storm, but he’d thought it would blow over, not get worse. Besides, all the food places near the dorms were pretty cheap and...
That line of thought was cut off when a loud cracking sound filled the air outside the car—the noise muted slightly inside the car.
Taking a deep breath,
“Um...” Ed started looking a little shaken. “Any closer food places?”
With a grunt, he put the car in gear, backed it up, then parked it next to the sidewalk. “Okay... my place is on the other side of this block and the next, then across the street.”
“Dinner... at your place...?” Ed choked.
Another sharp gust of wind rocked the car slightly and the sight of a shingle being blown off one of the roofs caught
“It won’t be as nice as where I was going to take you,”
He glanced at Ed then out at the storm again. It was just getting worse out there, and while driving did not seem to be the most attractive thing, he didn’t really want to leave his car out in this, and there was no way in hell he was going to walk the whole way. Turning the car back on,