False Timing, Prologue
Title: False Timing
Rating: G
Pairings: It will be Shou Tucker/Roy Mustang
Notes/Warnings: ::smirks:: This fic will get cruel, and will have some ideas I haven’t seen floating around before, and others I haven’t seen applied to characters that seem to be out of the loop. Enjoy.
Prologue
He made a habit of stopping by to talk to Shou when the chance presented itself. Mostly it was a case of annoying Gran, who he rather despised, by freely associating with his subordinate, but he was sure that the Sewing Life Alchemist didn’t realize this. Even if he had the rare conversations with the slightly deranged man, he really preferred to visit Nina. She was stable, and he had taken her under his wing as a niece of sorts over the last few months he’d been in the city. He was going to be heading out of town in the morning, so he’d come by to let Nina know that he wouldn’t be taking her out to lunch while her dad was doing research the next Monday.
When the door was answered, he wasn’t sure whether to be pleased that Tucker had pulled himself out of his studies for once, or annoyed that he had done so. On the one hand, Nina would be happy and supervised for once. On the other, he hadn’t really wanted to talk to the man. Shaking off the thought, he gave him a cool smile. “Tucker.”
“Lieutenant-Colonel Mustang.” The blue eyed man tilted his head, a slightly puzzled look crossing his face. “You’re here a bit late to visit, aren’t you? Besides, you usually don’t come around on the weekends.”
Stepping inside as the pale man moved out of the way, the dark eyed alchemist looked around, finding no sign of the little girl. “I’m leaving town in the morning actually, so I came to tell Nina I wasn’t going to be visiting for a while.”
The blue eyed man tilted his head in a way that made his glasses reflect, then nodded slowly. “I see. Going out on assignment then?”
The Flame Alchemist blinked a few times before he gave him a considering look. “No actually, I just have some leave coming up and there are some things that I’m going to be taking care of while I’m on it.”
Again with that odd head tilt, and a small, slow smile crossed Tucker’s face. “When did you say you were leaving again?” He moved forward, slipping behind Roy to close the door securely.
An uneasy feeling ran down his spine with the question. “I didn’t.” He turned, but he wasn’t quick enough, getting knocked upside the head rather harshly before he could gather himself for the attack. A second blow quickly followed the first, and the younger alchemist’s eyes rolled back in his head as he crumpled to the floor.
“Really, I’m not foolish enough to think you’d be back.” Tucker sighed, shaking his head over the necessity as he put the umbrella back in the stand by the door. Leaning over the prone form on his floor, he checked his pockets, looking for some sort of information on where the man might have been headed.
He was satisfied when he found the ticket to Rizenbul, the five o’clock train. Nobody would even know he was missing. All for the better. With that out of the way, he addressed the dilemma of getting the man out of his front room.
Rating: G
Pairings: It will be Shou Tucker/Roy Mustang
Notes/Warnings: ::smirks:: This fic will get cruel, and will have some ideas I haven’t seen floating around before, and others I haven’t seen applied to characters that seem to be out of the loop. Enjoy.
Prologue
He made a habit of stopping by to talk to Shou when the chance presented itself. Mostly it was a case of annoying Gran, who he rather despised, by freely associating with his subordinate, but he was sure that the Sewing Life Alchemist didn’t realize this. Even if he had the rare conversations with the slightly deranged man, he really preferred to visit Nina. She was stable, and he had taken her under his wing as a niece of sorts over the last few months he’d been in the city. He was going to be heading out of town in the morning, so he’d come by to let Nina know that he wouldn’t be taking her out to lunch while her dad was doing research the next Monday.
When the door was answered, he wasn’t sure whether to be pleased that Tucker had pulled himself out of his studies for once, or annoyed that he had done so. On the one hand, Nina would be happy and supervised for once. On the other, he hadn’t really wanted to talk to the man. Shaking off the thought, he gave him a cool smile. “Tucker.”
“Lieutenant-Colonel Mustang.” The blue eyed man tilted his head, a slightly puzzled look crossing his face. “You’re here a bit late to visit, aren’t you? Besides, you usually don’t come around on the weekends.”
Stepping inside as the pale man moved out of the way, the dark eyed alchemist looked around, finding no sign of the little girl. “I’m leaving town in the morning actually, so I came to tell Nina I wasn’t going to be visiting for a while.”
The blue eyed man tilted his head in a way that made his glasses reflect, then nodded slowly. “I see. Going out on assignment then?”
The Flame Alchemist blinked a few times before he gave him a considering look. “No actually, I just have some leave coming up and there are some things that I’m going to be taking care of while I’m on it.”
Again with that odd head tilt, and a small, slow smile crossed Tucker’s face. “When did you say you were leaving again?” He moved forward, slipping behind Roy to close the door securely.
An uneasy feeling ran down his spine with the question. “I didn’t.” He turned, but he wasn’t quick enough, getting knocked upside the head rather harshly before he could gather himself for the attack. A second blow quickly followed the first, and the younger alchemist’s eyes rolled back in his head as he crumpled to the floor.
“Really, I’m not foolish enough to think you’d be back.” Tucker sighed, shaking his head over the necessity as he put the umbrella back in the stand by the door. Leaning over the prone form on his floor, he checked his pockets, looking for some sort of information on where the man might have been headed.
He was satisfied when he found the ticket to Rizenbul, the five o’clock train. Nobody would even know he was missing. All for the better. With that out of the way, he addressed the dilemma of getting the man out of his front room.