On the Fifteenth
Chapter 2
DISCLAIMER : I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist or any of the characters!
AN : Okay, setting up some warnings now. This story WILL be yaoi. As in boy/boy. It also won't be at once. I like to make my characters find love gradually. Also, I WILL be finishing this story. No 5 chapters and then quit type of BS. It will be completed. - Cherry
On the Fifteenth
Chapter 2 :
"Fuhrer Mustang, sir!"
Roy opened his eyes, looking up at the blonde headed soldier. Caldwell? Carter? Ah hell, he couldn't remember.
"Yes?"
"Here is the information you asked for yesterday."
A piece of paper was left on his desk, and a glare earned him an empty office. Yawning widely, Mustang picked up the paper. It was the info on the building he had seen Fullmetal visit yesterday. With a smirk, he read over the details. It took him a few minutes to process just what he was reading. A medical clinic? Now that was odd. They had medical facilities and doctors on hand here at the main building. Why on earth would he go clear across the city to visit this clinic? There was no information on what sort of clinic it was, just gave a name of the sole doctor practicing there.
Armed with at least a name, Roy stood and grabbed his coat. He fully intended to see why Edward needed an outside doctor. For a moment, he wondered if he was delving too deep into his subordinate's private life. No, he was just checking up on his well being. That's all it was. Giving himself a nod of approval, he crept out the door to his office, careful to avoid his secretary.
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Half an hour later, Roy found himself outside the mysterious clinic. Seeing as it was the sixteenth, he doubted he'd run into the older Elric brother. Giving a quick glance around the building, he walked through the front door.
He was met with a nondescript waiting room. A few chairs here and there, a reception window, and a single door to the left of the window. Looked like an ordinary physician's office. He walked up to the window, tapping on the glass to get the attention of the receptionist. Pretty green eyes turned to face him, instantly going wide at seeing the Fuhrer himself standing there.
"Oh my goodness! Your excellency! How can I help you?"
Roy smirked. Hearing that never got old.
"I'm here to talk with Dr. Notting. Is he available?"
"Oh yes! Please go right in, he doesn't have any patients right now."
Rewarding the blushing girl with one of his best smiles, he strode over to the door and went on back. Behind it was a short hallway, the reception area off to the right. Ahead was an open doorway, with an examination table, and before that to the left was another open door. Taking that for the doctor's office, he checked there first. Sure enough, a young man was seated behind a large desk, covered in papers. Roy tapped on the open door, alerting the man to his presence. Looking up, the young doctor blinked in surprise.
"Fuhrer Mustang? What brings you here?"
"I'm here about a patient of yours, Dr. Notting. Edward Elric. You saw him yesterday?"
More blinks. "Um...well, yes I did. However, I can't divulge anymore information than that Fuhrer. It goes against my oath as a physician."
Roy sighed heavily. He could have ordered the doctor to talk, but that would look bad if it ever got out. Fuhrer Bradley had been known to use whatever means necessary to get what he wanted. Mustang wasn't that sort of person anymore.
"Thank you doctor. Just one more question. What branch of medicine do specialize?"
"Mostly woman's services. Why?"
"No reason, just curious. Again, thank you for your time."
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The walk back to the office was filled with a million thoughts. For the life of him, Roy could not understand why Fullmetal would be seeing a doctor that specialized in female medicine, or why he went there on the same day every month. Unless...
Was it possible that little ol' Edward Elric had gotten a girl pregnant? That would explain the monthly visits. Roy had never noticed him going anywhere on the 15th when he first joined the military. Then again, the kid was on so many missions that he hardly saw Elric for an extended period of time. No, no, it had to be his first thought. Fullmetal had knocked up some poor girl and was being a diligent boyfriend and father by going to all the appointments. Wasn't he a clever fellow for figuring it out? Now, to get back to the office and gloat.
Smug smirk in place, Roy strode right back into Central command and up to his office. Most people stayed out of his way, wary of his expression. Throwing open the door to the atrium before his office, he zeroed in on Edward, who was snoring at his desk.
"FULLMETAL!"
The young Alchemist fell out of his chair, then jumped up, saluting Mustang. Once he realized who had yelled at him, he huffed and sat back down.
"Yeah, yeah. What do you want?"
"That's no way to talk to your Fuhrer. You should learn to speak less rudely, especially when the younger generation could be listening."
"Oi, what are you talking about? Did you finally melt your own brain?"
Roy chuckled and waltzed into his office, leaving a very annoyed looking Edward behind.
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Edward sat there, looking at the closed door to Mustang's office. 'What the hell was that idiot talking about?' He shook his head, having given up trying to figure out the Flame Alchemist's obscure personality. A gloved hand came up to cover up a large yawn. 'Man, now that we have peace..every day is extremely boring.'
He stood up and stretched, the metal joints in his right arm clanking. Even though he had managed to get Alphonse's body back, he hadn't been able to reclaim his arm or leg. Not that it really mattered, he'd grown accustomed to the metal limbs. After a few stretches, Edward heavily dropped back down into the chair, immediately regretting it when pain shot up his spine. He quickly stood back up, and decided to jog around the atrium. A bit of exercise always worked out the worst of the cramps.
He knocked out a few laps around the desks when the Fuhrer's actual secretary walked in, giving him an odd look. Honestly, he would rather have a desk anywhere but here, but Mustang decided he needed his 'head alchemist' close by. Probably so he could rub his position in Edward's face. 'Stupid asshole..' This was dumb! He hated being cramped up in this office, in this stupid building. Made him almost want to start a war or something, just to have something to do. Ed looked up at the clock. 'Oh joy...5 more hours to go. I think I'll go home and shoot myself.'
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AN: Don't worry, they'll find each other soon. Always R&R **evil cackle** - Cherry