I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! *bows repeatedly* This one took me longer than I expected, but it's done now. Again I tried to incorporate the reviews, and I hope you'll like it. For starters, it's longer
The early sunlight glinted on a large window. In front of this window stood a tall man. He was looking out of the window admiring the sunrise. He liked the way it colored the surrounding buildings, making at seem as if the were on fire. He yawned and turned away from the beautiful view. In front of him stood his desk. It was a massy desk, covered with a few pictures, a clock, a vast amount of paperwork and a hand scribbled note. He walked over to the desk, picked up the note and read: Sir, You'll need to read and sign these documents. I will come and pick them up at 1200 hrs. Please do not leave them until the last moment…
Even though the note wasn’t signed, there was no doubt who had written it. He looked at the clock on his desk, 8:15. There was still plenty of time. Turing back to the view outside, his mind wondered off to the previous evening. He had gone on a, quite amusing, date. Victoria, a girl who worked at a bookstore nearby, had invited him to a play: Love Eventually. The play was very entertaining and Victoria had been good company.
Roy Mustang had feared his popularity with the opposite sex would have taken a plunge, due to his self invicted exile and demotion and his eye patch, with wasn’t to bad but did absolutely nothing for his looks. Fortunately that all didn't seem to bother them. It was more like the other way around, they all seemed to feel sorry for him, which opened up a whole new range of perspectives.
To make things even better, just one week ago, General Hakuro had stopped by his office. "General Hakuro, sir, to what do I owe this pleasure?" Roy had said. "First lieutenant Mustang, due to your work during the past year, military command has decided to promote you." "Thank you, Sir. This is a great honor." "Hold your horses, Mustang I'm not done yet. We have evaluated your work and decided that the rank of major wouldn't suit your abilities. Therefor we have decide to bestow on you the rank of colonel." Roy had been dumbstruck, "Sir… but why?" "Let's just say we didn’t quite agree with your demotion. Well then, Colonel Mustang, that will be all. Good day." The general had left the office, leaving Roy in a state of disbelieve mixed with euphoria.
His team had walked in and he welcomed them. Havoc had turned to him. "Lieutenant Mustang, I have an order for you, get me some coffee." Havoc had always enjoyed the fact that he could boss Roy around, but he didn't do it much. Roy had grinned, "You know, Havoc, I don't think I'll do that. I think you can get your own coffee." "You can't say that! That's insubordination!" "Oh?" Roy had said, and he had handed over the letter General Hakuro had given him. "Read this." The others had gathered around it. It had been quite amusing to see there reactions. Fuery had congratulated him, Breda had slapped him on the back, Falman just smiled and Havoc, who had first looked as if someone had stolen his birthday present, had smiled and congratulated him to. But what he remembered most was Riza's reaction. She had given him the sweetest smile he had ever seen, saluted him and said: "Welcome back, Sir."
Roy turned back to his desk. With a big yawn he sat down and glared at the stack of paperwork.. Suddenly he noticed a small envelope, sticking out from underneath it. He tugged it and looked at it. “Hmmm, no hearts, it's not scented, definitely not a love letter.” He opened it. As he read it he felt a jolt of excitement. "Finally," he whispered. This was something he could work with.
He got up and walked to the door. Before he left he took one last look at the paperwork. He could almost see Riza's reproachful face. But the paperwork would have to wait. Right now he had more important things to do.
Al was walking alongside Hilde. They had left the village and were walking uphill to where ever Hilde was taking him. They had entered the forest nearby the village. Al had never been here before. Although he could see it through his bedroom window, he had never felt the need to go there. It always looked dark an eerie, even from a distance. Walking through it a strange feeling crept up on him. There was a strange chill in the air, though it was a hot day. The trees were oddly shaped, the almost seemed deformed. It was natural for a forest to be shady, but somehow the shadows here were bearing a sense of forbidden. It was almost as if the forest itself was talking to him, stay away…Keep out
. Al shivered.
Hilde seemed unaffected by all of this. She was walking next to him, chatting happily about a new dress she was getting.
"I like this one a lot," she said, referring to the light blue dress she was wearing, "but the colors have faded." "Uhu," said Al. "So I really need a new one. But picking a new dress is not as easy as it seems, mind you. I think I’ll get a green one. My mother says green will go nice with my eyes." "Uhu." "And a new apron of course. This one used to be white, can you believe it?" "Uhu." "And then I’ll buy a pink hat, stick a pair of antlers on it, along with some white lace and pink ribbons." "Uhu."
"AL!" Al jumped, "Sorry Hilde, you were saying?" "You haven’t heard a word I was saying, did you?" Hide's voice sounded hurt. "I'm really sorry," Al apologized, "please continue. What were you saying? " "Forget it. It's not important." "I really am sorry." "I know, don't worry about it. Guess dresses aren't really your thing anyway." Al laughed, "You got that right. So were are we going?" "You'll see. We'll be there soon."
In downtown Central, Roy had spend five minutes pounding on the door.
"Alright!” he shouted, " I'm going to give you ten seconds to open up, or I'll burn down your front door, got it! Ten.."
The sound of rushing feet. "Nine.." Something being knocked over. "Eight…" Somebody was mumbling something. "Seven.." And the door opened. "Finally! Do you have any idea how…. Whoa!" Roy staggered backwards and nearly tripped. He looked at the person who had answered The door, then at the number on the door, again at the person, back at the number, and again, back to the person. She smiled at him. "Colonel Mustang, I presume. Jean says give him two more minutes. Would you like to wait inside? I could make you some tea." Roy shook his head, his mouth still hanging open. He snapped out of it. "Er.. no thank you. I'll just wait right here." She gave him another smile. "Okay, he'll be right out."
After a short while, the door opened again. "Goodmorning, Sir. Sorry to keep you waiting."Jean Havoc ruffled in his breast pocked, dug up his cigarettes and lit one. He took a deep breath "So, where are we going?" "Did you have breakfast yet, Havoc" "No Sir." "Let's grab some then." "What do you have in mind?" Roy gave Havoc an evil smile. "I feel like shrimp."
The house was almost invisible through the trees. It looked old and derelict. If didn't know it was there, you would walk right passed it.
The old man held the door open. "Come in, Edward." Ed hesitated. Then he staitened his shoulders and entered. He froze on the threshold. "What the…..?"
Every square inch of the room was covered in markings, the walls, the ceiling, the floor. Even the furniture bored the signs of faded markings. They almost looked like… "Transmutation circles," whispered Ed. The old man walked over to the table and sat down on one of the chairs. He gestured to another chair. "Sit down, Edward. I already told you, we have a lot to discuss."
That's it.. I took the liberty of making Roy a colonel again, because I think he should be
Anyway, tell me what you think of it