Need You So

Life, the Fullmetal Alchemist decided viciously, wasn't fair.

It wasn't fair that Roy Mustang could turn his knees to jelly with a few well-placed words, wasn't fair that the bastard could be so smug about it, wasn't fair that he caught himself thinking about that asshole when he should be concentrating on much more important things.

But above and beyond the rest, it was most decidedly not at all fair that, every time Ed got sent away on a new mission, the scheming, underhanded Colonel found a pretty new girl to keep himself entertained. And didn't even have the decency to hide it.

It was enough to make the boy furious—make him want to scream, and curse, and break things.

...and run his fingers through short, dark hair, kiss lips that could do amazingly talented things, stare into the unfathomable depths of smoke grey eyes.

Which wasn't. Fucking. Fair.