You ran down the street, gun in hand, as the famous Flame Alchemist ran at your side. A rogue Alchemist was causing mayhem throughout Central, and you, Mustang, and other military officials were ordered to cease the destruction and its source. Everyone split into pairs, you just so happened to be lucky enough to get stuck with Mustang. You believed that his strong will would be the end of him. You were just looking for the chance to put his ego in check.
Up ahead, a loud explosion caught the attention of both you and Mustang. The both of you ran faster knowing that the lives of people were at risk every second the rogue Alchemist was alive and roaming freely. When you reached the corner to where the explosion came from, you took a quick glance to make sure the Alchemist was still there. Although you weren’t able to see him, just being able to watch as the ground rose up and smashed into the nearest building concluded that the Alchemist was in fact there and happily causing more destruction.
“You’ll cause a distraction,” Mustang said as he turned back to face you. “I’ll climb to the roof of this building and as soon as you give me an opening, I’ll use my fire.”
Thinking over what he said, you looked up to the overcast sky and felt the humidity in the air.
“I’m afraid that’s not a good order, sir,” you said with a smirk on your face. Mustang’s face remained firm and serious.
“May I ask why you disagree with my order, Sergeant (L/N)?” he asked in a cold tone.
“It looks like it will rain any moment now. We don’t want your flames going out when we need them most, now do we?”
Your smirk grew wider with the look of disbelief that spread across Mustang’s face. Before he could reply, you pushed him back so he stumbled into the alleyway that the Alchemist was in. The Alchemist saw him right away so Mustang couldn’t go anywhere. He would be the distraction while you took out the Alchemist.
You climbed the side of the building and quickly made it to the top. You stood on the roof and watched the fight progress below you. Every time Mustang made an attempt to burn the Alchemist, he would use the ground as a shield to extinguish the flames. Mustang gritted his teeth, clearly annoyed by the fact that he wasn’t useful in that fight.
“What’s this?” the Alchemist said. “I finally get the honor to fight with the famous Flame Alchemist and this is all you can manage? This isn’t even worth taking my time with, I should just end this now.”
He sent a chunk of the ground hurtling at Mustang which was dodged. But if the speed of the attacks continued at that rate, he might not be able to keep on avoiding them. He sent a glare up to you, commanding you to act soon. You raised your eyebrow at him, challenging him. Gritting his teeth once again, he sent another wave of flames at the Alchemist which were immediately extinguished by a wall of cement the Alchemist used as a shield.
Taking pity on the situation you forced Mustang in, you raised your gun and waited for the precise moment to shoot the Alchemist. Mustang noticed that you were finally ready to end this so he used his flames to back the Alchemist into the nearest corner. Before he could realize what was happening, you pulled the trigger on the handgun and ended the fight and the destruction once and for all.
You climbed off the roof and waited with Mustang in silence for the patrol to come and take away the body. When patrol arrived and the area was sectored off to the public, Mustang approached you.
“That little stunt you pulled back there was risky,” Mustang told you in his usual cold voice. You gulped, finally realizing what trouble you were going to be in.
“I know, sir,” you replied calmly, trying to hide your growing fear.
Mustang looked at you sternly before a smirk of his own plastered his face. He turned away from you before you could show your disbelief. Mustang? Smirking? Now that’s not something you see every day. Before he walked away he said, “I look forward to working with you again, Sergeant (L/N).”
