Title: Phone Calls
Pairing: Roy x Ed
Word Count: 1427
Spoilers: None that I could think of, nope.
Warnings: OOC-ness, crack and, uhm, humor? ^^;;
Summary: Edward Elric finally realizes what is like to be Colonel Mustang's lover.
Notes: A (very late) birthday gift for strawberrykaoru. I hope you'll like it. ^_^;;
"He had that nameless charm, with a strong magnetism, which can only be called "It"." - Elinor Glyn
The day Colonel Mustang asked Edward if he could stay in his house with his younger brother was probably the happiest day of his already doomed life. At least for now. After all, being Roy’s lover for a year now didn’t really mean Edward knew everything about Roy and his private life. They only saw each other whenever Edward had a report to give; only went out with each other when there’s a celebration in the military ground, and only talked to each other on the phone if it’s related to a mission. Everything about them was business, and it’s certainly never been easy at all.
And to say that Roy offered this…how could Edward refuse? Roy was giving him a chance to know him better by staying in his house and see what it was like to have Roy Mustang fully as his lover.
One fucking month. It’s a great wonder how Edward kept his sanity despite of everything.
“It’s just a cover, Edward,” Roy would always say in that very convincing voice. “You just have to deal with it for a while until everything is fine.”
Edward started to wonder if it was right to believe in those words in the first place.
The phone rang. Edward froze and realized that it was already 8 o’clock - the time where everything became hell for him. He gave the phone a pleading look, wishing that it was only paranoia that made him think it was ringing, but it rang again, and he couldn’t help but to sigh, reach the phone, and say, “This is Roy Mustang’s residence. What can I do for you?”
There was a short fit of giggle on the other line, and then: “Oh, I know that! So...Who are you?”
Edward closed his eyes. “I’m Colonel Mustang’s...housekeeper.”
“Housekeeper? I didn’t know Roy hired a housekeeper before!” The woman on the other line giggled once more. “Maybe he wants to keep his house clean when we get there to...hehe, do that.”
The fuck? Edward thought, torn between rage and humiliation. Do what?
“Anyway, is he...there?”
“No, he’s at work,” Edward said, rubbing his cheek. “You can call him there if you want.”
“Oh.” There was a slight disappointment in the woman’s voice, and Edward made a triumphant grin. Of course, everyone knew that the military didn’t entertain such calls at all, so chances of them talking to Roy was zero, which suited Edward just fine. “Can I just leave him a message?”
Edward’s face fell. No, not this again. “Uh...right. Sure.”
“Tell him it’s Maya, and I’ll wait for him at the same restaurant we ate last two years ago. That’s all!”
Edward sighed as he hanged up the phone. Every week gave him another set of Roy’s women to deal with. He supposed he shouldn’t be surprised by this anymore, knowing that before he even came to the older man’s life, Roy had dated a lot of women in the past. Not to mention this man wasn’t just blessed with good looks but also great wits that all those women were all nuts to bear his child.
Edward must be really lucky to have Roy’s attention all for him (it took him a while to admit that himself), and the fact that Edward finally knew a lot of things that were past Roy’s ordinary façade made himself special among those women. Like the fact that the Colonel didn’t really know how to cook, didn’t really know how to wash his clothes and do the household chores. That he was actually a bibliophile, was a big music aficionado, and was really good when it came to sex...Edward knew all those things by heart.
...And he learned to accept them. Accepted that he had to wake up at the crack of dawn just to wake Roy up and cook breakfast for him, lest they’d both starve to death. Accepted that he had to wash Roy’s clothes along with his every time because Roy always ran out of clothes to wear. Accepted that he had to wait for Roy to come home at midnight to finally have some intimate time with him, only to find out that the older man was too tired to crack an eye open, and Edward had to ignore his sexual frustration by sleeping instead, which never helped him at all.
Yes, Edward tried to be a very considerate lover. But having to deal with Roy’s women everyday on the phone? That’s an entirely different story.
Alphonse wasn’t helping, either. He always made an excuse to stay in Roy’s library reading God-knows-what books and left his poor older brother to deal with the answering of phone alone. Al must have noticed the distress it caused to Edward that he didn’t want to experience the same dilemma, too.
Funny how Alphonse could put himself before his brother in times of danger, but immediately ducked at harmless problems. Oh, the irony of it all!
The phone rang again and instinctively, Edward reached for the phone. “Yes, this is Roy Mustang’s residence. What can I do for you?”
“Well, this is Sarah, and you are...?”
“I’m Colonel Mustang’s housekeeper.”
“Uh...right. Housekeeper. I’m just wondering if he’s there.”
Edward sighed again. “No, he’s not. He’s...on a business trip, actually.”
“Is that so? Well, can you please tell him that I miss him already and if he could visit me when he arrived? Bye!”
The phone rang again.
“Roy Mustang’s residence. What can I do for you?”
“I’m Erica and I’m that waitress in the Zephyr Café. How about you? What’s your name?”
“I’m just a housekeeper. I don’t need a name.”
“All right, then. Is he there?”
“No, he’s not here. He’s in East City right now.”
“I see. Well, in that case, tell him that tomorrow is my birthday and I’d treat him in the café.”
And the phone rang again.
“Roy Mustang’s residence.”
“This is Anna, and I’m that person he met in East City. You?”
“Oh, nice. So your name is ‘Housekeeper’?”
Was this person mocking him? Edward wanted to scream. “Think whatever you want.”
“Sure thing. Anyway, where is my Roy?”
Edward clenched his fist. “He’s...He’s not here. He’s in Central City right now.”
“Is it long?”
“I don’t know.”
“Okay, just tell him that I want him to treat me in an expensive dinner tomorrow because I want to. Is that clear?”
“Yeah. Very clear.”
And it rang again.
“Who are you?”
“Since when did Colonel Mustang hire a housekeeper?”
“Since last month.”
“Fifty? Don’t you think your voice is too young for a fifty-years-old?”
“Well, I...you see...”
“Never mind that. Height?”
Edward gritted his teeth. “Wait, aren’t you looking for Colonel Mustang?”
“Of course! I was just curious of the people surrounding this great man.” There was a small pause. “By the way, I’m Lilan, and I’m a journalist. I was assigned to interview him, so I’m just wondering if he’s there?”
“Sorry, but he’s not here. He’s busy making a report on the current investigation he’s working on right now.”
“Well, that’s too bad. Care to replace his position as an interviewee?”
“Uh...no, I’d rather not.”
And another ring.
“This is Roy Mustang’s residence AND I am his housekeeper. I don’t need a name, so call me whatever you want. Now, what do you need?”
“W-Well, I’m in a hurry, actually. Is Roy there? Tell him this is Karen.”
“No, he’s not here. He’s...” Running out of ideas to say, Edward took the paper Roy gave him that morning with his own list of invented excuses. “...planting strawberry seeds in strawberry farm? What the fuck is this?”
“I-Is he? Can you please tell him immediately that Daddy wants him dead and I’m hiding in Central hotel right now? I really don’t know what to do!” The woman whimpered in despair, and then: “I’M BEARING HIS CHILD, AND I WANT US TO ELOPE NOW! THANKS!”
Suppressing his rage for a minute, Edward took a deep breath, raised the phone to his ear, and dialed the number he knew so well.
“Colonel Mustang speaking.”
“Colonel, we need to talk.”
“Ed-...Fullmetal? But you know I can’t—”
“I DON’T FUCKING CARE SO COME HERE NOW!”
- - - - - - - - -
“Here’s the latest report you need to sign today.”
“Ah, yes. Thank you.”
Hawkeye paused as she noticed the first time the bruises on the Colonel's face and couldn’t help but frown. “Excuse me, sir, but what happened to your face?”
“Oh, nothing, really. Haha...” The Colonel scratched the back of his neck nervously and quickly averted his eyes away from the Lieutenant. “By the way, Lieutenant, is there a way for me to change my number at home?”
Hawkeye took a moment to consider this idea. “I don’t see why not.”
“In that case, please do so.” The Colonel wrote something on a piece of paper and handed it to the Lieutenant. “The sooner, the better. And please make it sure that only a few people know that number this time.”
Hawkeye looked at the paper then to the Colonel suspiciously. “Is there something wrong?”
Mustang squirmed in his seat and feigned a laugh. “Well, it seems that my housekeeper didn’t really...appreciate receiving calls from my admirers at all.”
"Beware the fury of a patient man." -John Dryden
I wrote this fic way back in March 2006, and it's originally written in Tagalog. So I apologize for the strange wording in some places because I couldn't come up with the English equivalent of some words. ^^;; And, uh, the OOC-ness/total random-ness? I'm really, really sorry about that. *dodges tomatoes*
Let it be known that I suck at writing crack/humor. But I still hope you'll like it, strawberrykaoru. See? I even put the word 'strawberry' in there! XD;;