Me: Ha ha ha…
Ed: Should we be scared?
Me: Oh, yes.
Ed: Oh dear…
Disclaimer: Me no own!
Chapter 1: Why
Mustang rubbed his temples, eyes jammed shut. "Why…" he asked.
"Colonel," began Ed, Mustang looked up at him. "This is beneath us. We need this time to find a cure for—" The colonel glared at the boy, silencing him.
"Why…" he repeated, trying to remain calm.
"If you ask me," said Ed; Roy looked up again. "I say we ditch these losers and go find some cute girls." Mustang considered this for a moment, shook his head roughly, and closed his eyes again.
"Why…" he groaned. He looked up at Ed, blushed, felt horrible about it and turned away. "Why…" He looked over at Ed, felt disgusted, and glanced back down at his desk. He looked down at Ed once more. "Why…" he asked the shorty. Ed glared up at him and stuck his tongue out with a clear loathing of the older man. "Why…" Mustang turned to Ed, who gave him a very dark look. "Why…" the Colonel stared at Ed, who was twitching slightly, trying to remain calm. "Why…"
"Colonel, if you'd just—" said Winry.
"Why…Why…Why are there SEVEN of you?" screamed the colonel, rising from his chair. Each and every Ed looked up at their superior officer and shrugged.
Ed: Now I'm REALLY scared.
Me: And well you should be.
Ed: …What?
Me: Niargh…Just review, pretty please?