FMA: Innocent Brother
Title: Innocent Brother
Summary: Al has a question, and he wants ANSWERS
Yaoi, R/E, Oblivious!Al (cause he's fun to play with)
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zalia
Notes: Blame goes toanax [Link includes VAS, which every Roy/Ed writer should read]
Not a hundred percent happy with this so I might tweek it later.
“Is my brother here?” Al asked, sounding annoyed as he clanked into the outer office where most of Mustang’s subordinates worked.
Mass glances were exchanged between the officers. “Are you looking for him, Alphonse?” Fuery asked, avoiding the original question while the others made a point not to look at the door leading to the Colonel’s office.
“Yes,” the amour replied. “He’s vanished again.”
“Again?” Fuery asked. Breda snickered.
“Yes. Again. He’s been doing it. All. The. Time.” Al growled, sounding uncharacteristically irate. “He never leaves a note, he never calls, he’s vanishing at all hours and coming in really late, his hair all messy and his clothes disheveled. And he’s taking showers at the oddest hours. I think he’s been getting into fights too. He’s got these odd marks on him.”
“Marks?” Fuery managed to squeak out. Havoc was hiding a grin now and Breda had his fist in his mouth to muffle his laughter.
“Rope marks, bites, bruises… He’s been taking more pain medicine too and complaining about sore muscles. But every time I try to talk to him about it, he avoids the subject! Someone’s hurting my brother and I intend to find out who it is!”
Fuery paled, looking uncomfortable to be the only person between the very large looming amour and the door behind him as the others scattered. “Um, maybe…”
Al abruptly faltered, aware he was ranting. “I’m so sorry Sergeant-Major Fuery!” The amour managed to look apologetic. “I’ll go look for Brother someplace else.”
“That’s a good idea,” Fuery replied, feeling relieved.
Al gave a low bow and then paused. “Um… maybe you could give this to Colonel Mustang for me? I’m not sure how it ended up in Brother’s pocket but I’m sure he needs it.”
The officer accepted the white glove with a forced smile. “Of course.” Al bowed again and quickly excited the office. Fuery moved across the room and banged on the door. With unusual decisiveness he threw the door open and tossed the glove at the pair entangled on the couch. “Your brother just stopped by; he sounded rather worried.”
Ed blanched and glanced at Roy. “I’d better go.”
Fuery shut the door as the pair began to separate themselves. Really, why did this happen on Hawkeye’s day off?
Summary: Al has a question, and he wants ANSWERS
Yaoi, R/E, Oblivious!Al (cause he's fun to play with)
Beta:
zaliaNotes: Blame goes to
anax [Link includes VAS, which every Roy/Ed writer should read]Not a hundred percent happy with this so I might tweek it later.
“Is my brother here?” Al asked, sounding annoyed as he clanked into the outer office where most of Mustang’s subordinates worked.
Mass glances were exchanged between the officers. “Are you looking for him, Alphonse?” Fuery asked, avoiding the original question while the others made a point not to look at the door leading to the Colonel’s office.
“Yes,” the amour replied. “He’s vanished again.”
“Again?” Fuery asked. Breda snickered.
“Yes. Again. He’s been doing it. All. The. Time.” Al growled, sounding uncharacteristically irate. “He never leaves a note, he never calls, he’s vanishing at all hours and coming in really late, his hair all messy and his clothes disheveled. And he’s taking showers at the oddest hours. I think he’s been getting into fights too. He’s got these odd marks on him.”
“Marks?” Fuery managed to squeak out. Havoc was hiding a grin now and Breda had his fist in his mouth to muffle his laughter.
“Rope marks, bites, bruises… He’s been taking more pain medicine too and complaining about sore muscles. But every time I try to talk to him about it, he avoids the subject! Someone’s hurting my brother and I intend to find out who it is!”
Fuery paled, looking uncomfortable to be the only person between the very large looming amour and the door behind him as the others scattered. “Um, maybe…”
Al abruptly faltered, aware he was ranting. “I’m so sorry Sergeant-Major Fuery!” The amour managed to look apologetic. “I’ll go look for Brother someplace else.”
“That’s a good idea,” Fuery replied, feeling relieved.
Al gave a low bow and then paused. “Um… maybe you could give this to Colonel Mustang for me? I’m not sure how it ended up in Brother’s pocket but I’m sure he needs it.”
The officer accepted the white glove with a forced smile. “Of course.” Al bowed again and quickly excited the office. Fuery moved across the room and banged on the door. With unusual decisiveness he threw the door open and tossed the glove at the pair entangled on the couch. “Your brother just stopped by; he sounded rather worried.”
Ed blanched and glanced at Roy. “I’d better go.”
Fuery shut the door as the pair began to separate themselves. Really, why did this happen on Hawkeye’s day off?
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-pats Al- One day my friend, one day you will understand. -snickers-
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Poor oblivious Alphonse *snicker*
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Poor, poor Al.
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I pity the day Ed has to give his brother 'the talk', version 'what I've been doing with the Colonel'. XD
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Sequel!
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Probably. The bunnies are very happy about that idea.
Ed: I've been having Sex.
Al: *who had spent the last two hours looking up things that cause behavior changes* Is that some new kind of drug?
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