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Fullmetal Alchemist › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
Views:
2,396
Reviews:
18
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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How To Keep Your Cool
DISCLAIMER:
OBVIOUSLY I DON’T OWN FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST, OR ELSE ROY AND ED WOULD BE LONG OUT OF THE CLOSET AND HUGHES (SNIFF SNIFF) WOULD SOOOOOOOOOOOO NOT BE DEAD. I DO NOT PROFIT MONETARILY FROM THIS CREATIVE GENIUS OF MINE, MORE\'S THE PITY. THE ONLY CHARACTERS THAT I DO OWN (OR ARE ON LOAN FROM THE OWNER) ARE ISIRIUS (MINE) AND MOON (MY BETA). IF YOU NEED TO BLAME SOMEONE FOR ANY OF THE CONTENT IN THIS STORY PLEASE WRITE TO: CAT THE HENTAI MUSE C/O FYRNISIS@HOTMAIL.COM. HE PROBABLY WON\'T ANSWER THOUGH. HE HATES BEING WOKEN UP.
I have no excuses to give, I can only beg forgiveness.
Chapter 8: How to Keep Your Cool:
Time stopped. The world ended. Up became down and down became sideways. Pigs flew and donkeys talked. 2 plus 2 now equaled pink and fairies ruled all existence.
The Piece de Resistance? General Roy Mustang, Flame Alchemist and future Fuehrer and King was speechless, his mental circuitry ripped to shreds by the simple switch of gender before him.
He was surrounded by laughter, echoing off the hollow walls of the glass prison his mind was now encased in. Hyperventilation and Claustrophobia were not too far away. In all his life he had held to one constant, one undeniable truth that had not changed since the dawn of ages: men were not attractive. It had taken only one thought to bring the entire foundation of Truths his life was based on to a crashing mess of tangled thoughts and doubts.
‘Edward Elric is hot.’
The reboot process for his brain was taking longer than it should have. His staff (a bunch of idiots really, what other kind of person could take that kind of bombshell so easily?) was surrounding Ed and teasing him mercilessly and the little cherub… halt line… virus detected… quarantine… reroute… guy was getting madder by the second.
It was suddenly imperative that he get as far away as possible.
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Ed was surrounded. The exit was to his left, flanked by three enemy soldiers. The gleam of weaponry in front as Hughes pushed his glasses back on his nose. A trick of the light calculated to make him spill his secrets. The only option left to beg amnesty from the enemy camp. He turned to the desk in time to see the general’s backside turned in full retreat. An opportunity arose…
“Alright already, you can poke fun at me later. For now I need to talk to Mustang. Preferably without the peanut gallery.”
A slight pause in the jests allowed him to slip through the crowd and out the door. Spotting the general making his way toward the other side of camp he ran full out to catch up before he could get roped back into the ‘festivities’.
“Ok Mustang, you got my story. Now are you gonna let me go before they start digging into me or do I have to keep bugging you?”
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General Mustang kept walking. In his confused state his mind latched onto what it hoped was a good idea: ignore it and it will go away.
It wasn’t working. The… person kept walking behind him and saying things. Sanctuary in the form of his personal tent became an inescapable cell when he… Ed followed him in.
‘Dear God,’ he thought, ‘What did I do to deserve this?’
OBVIOUSLY I DON’T OWN FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST, OR ELSE ROY AND ED WOULD BE LONG OUT OF THE CLOSET AND HUGHES (SNIFF SNIFF) WOULD SOOOOOOOOOOOO NOT BE DEAD. I DO NOT PROFIT MONETARILY FROM THIS CREATIVE GENIUS OF MINE, MORE\'S THE PITY. THE ONLY CHARACTERS THAT I DO OWN (OR ARE ON LOAN FROM THE OWNER) ARE ISIRIUS (MINE) AND MOON (MY BETA). IF YOU NEED TO BLAME SOMEONE FOR ANY OF THE CONTENT IN THIS STORY PLEASE WRITE TO: CAT THE HENTAI MUSE C/O FYRNISIS@HOTMAIL.COM. HE PROBABLY WON\'T ANSWER THOUGH. HE HATES BEING WOKEN UP.
I have no excuses to give, I can only beg forgiveness.
Chapter 8: How to Keep Your Cool:
Time stopped. The world ended. Up became down and down became sideways. Pigs flew and donkeys talked. 2 plus 2 now equaled pink and fairies ruled all existence.
The Piece de Resistance? General Roy Mustang, Flame Alchemist and future Fuehrer and King was speechless, his mental circuitry ripped to shreds by the simple switch of gender before him.
He was surrounded by laughter, echoing off the hollow walls of the glass prison his mind was now encased in. Hyperventilation and Claustrophobia were not too far away. In all his life he had held to one constant, one undeniable truth that had not changed since the dawn of ages: men were not attractive. It had taken only one thought to bring the entire foundation of Truths his life was based on to a crashing mess of tangled thoughts and doubts.
‘Edward Elric is hot.’
The reboot process for his brain was taking longer than it should have. His staff (a bunch of idiots really, what other kind of person could take that kind of bombshell so easily?) was surrounding Ed and teasing him mercilessly and the little cherub… halt line… virus detected… quarantine… reroute… guy was getting madder by the second.
It was suddenly imperative that he get as far away as possible.
***************************************************************************
Ed was surrounded. The exit was to his left, flanked by three enemy soldiers. The gleam of weaponry in front as Hughes pushed his glasses back on his nose. A trick of the light calculated to make him spill his secrets. The only option left to beg amnesty from the enemy camp. He turned to the desk in time to see the general’s backside turned in full retreat. An opportunity arose…
“Alright already, you can poke fun at me later. For now I need to talk to Mustang. Preferably without the peanut gallery.”
A slight pause in the jests allowed him to slip through the crowd and out the door. Spotting the general making his way toward the other side of camp he ran full out to catch up before he could get roped back into the ‘festivities’.
“Ok Mustang, you got my story. Now are you gonna let me go before they start digging into me or do I have to keep bugging you?”
***************************************************************************
General Mustang kept walking. In his confused state his mind latched onto what it hoped was a good idea: ignore it and it will go away.
It wasn’t working. The… person kept walking behind him and saying things. Sanctuary in the form of his personal tent became an inescapable cell when he… Ed followed him in.
‘Dear God,’ he thought, ‘What did I do to deserve this?’