Omake Metal Play.

Ch.4: Karma.

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Edward Elric looked happy.

Too happy!

Havoc was sitting at his desk, ready to enjoy a nice refreshing coffee break when he noticed Fullmetal waltzing into the office with an uncharacteristically wide smile on his face.

Havoc crossed his arms and knitted his eyebrows together with a concerned frown. After six years of having the state prodigy come in and out of the building not once had he seen the teen ever willingly walking around HQ with a grin.

This either meant one or two things; he finally found what he was looking for, or the kid had done something so brilliant that he had to smile about it.

Sometime later after Ed left the kiddy corner room that was the Colonel's work office Havoc had to know what the special occasion was.

"Yo, Chief." He started. Ed paused mid-step from the door and turned to look at him, smile gone but the twinkle of it still clearly labled in his eyes.

"What the heck are you so smiley about?"

Ed was silent for a few moments, the grin from earlier flexing in the corner of his mouth before he spoke in the most jovial voice Havoc had ever heard.

"Remember that lottery ticket from the military ball two days ago?"

Havoc nodded, how could he forget. Not only had Mustang somehow bribed Ed to show up in a tuxedo, but he'd also humiliated the kid by hintingly implying that he should learn a thing or two about the fairer sex until he was red in the face. It had been cruel but funny and the Colonel topped it off by stuffing an everyday low brand lottery ticket in the brest pocket of Ed's tux, being less than vague about how he should spend the money if he was lucky enough to win something with it.

Granted; the Colonel was drunk off his feet when all that happened.

"Yeah, I remember. What about it?" Havoc asked.

A large grin split across the teen's face before he proudly declaired; "Well, I just won a hundred thousand sens off that thing, and the Colonel's crying in his office right now."

Havoc blinked as Ed left the office with a skip in his step.

Getting up from his seat Havoc inched his way toward Mustang's office and cracked the door open to see that there was indeed a broken man sitting behind the desk.

"How is that possible?!" Mustang sobbed, his face burried in his hands, paper work was scattered like fall leaves like he'd shoved them away in his sad fury. "I buy those tickets all the time, they never let you win anything over ten sens!"

Standing in the threshold for a few moments, Havoc sighed; not bothering to hide a sly smirk. "Well; eye for an eye, Colonel. Maybe it's karma." He closed the door in time to avoid being belted with a flying desklamp.

Fin.