Ficlet - The Sweet Rush

[cornerofmadness]

Title --The Sweet Rush
Author-- cornerofmadness
series -- manga
Disclaimer -- Arakawa owns them
Rating -- teen
Characters/Pairing -- Chris & Roy Mustang, one OC
Timeline/Spoilers -- Soon after Roy goes to live with Chris
Word Count -- 250
Warning -- silliness
Summary -- Oh hell, he found the candy
Author’s Note -- Any resemblance between this and things my brother did as a kid are strictly not coincidental. (and yes I've use the idea before, I do believe). Thanks to evil_little_dog for the quickie beta. written for fma_fic_contest's 'sugar' prompt

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"What the hell!" Chris gaped as her four-year-old nephew raced down the spiraling staircase from the hotel into the bar where her girls were getting ready for the evening's work. Nude, Roy's run was accompanied by high-pitched squealing and his own drumbeat. He stopped every few steps to slam a metal ladle into a pot while dancing a naked jig.

"Roy, come back here!" Rebecca's voice floated down from upstairs. The girl was supposed to be babysitting.

The erratic drumbeat took up residence in Chris's head. "Roy, give me those."

"Never!" He took off into the bar, flailing away on his drum.

"Sorry, Madam, I was reading and he got into the toffee," Rebecca said, running downstairs.

"How much?"

"He ate all of it."

Cursing in all the languages she knew, Chris took off after her sugar-fueled nephew. This could not be good. He'd abandoned the pot and was scaling the bar like a monkey. Chris grabbed for him, but Roy slithered right out of her grip. Why were kids so hard to hold onto? He pranced down the bar until he saw himself in the mirror. He started to dance again, obviously proud of his reflection.

Chris grabbed him in mid hip-swing and Roy broke out into thrashing tears. "That's it! No more candy in the living areas. Roy-boy, let's get you caged until you come down from the sugar-high."

His protests echoed all the way back to his room, making Chris think he'd be the death of her.

Comments

[helliongoddess.livejournal.com]

Too bad Mme. Christmas didn't have a camera onhand to record that event! It would have been fun to see her present it to Col. Mustang at some inopportune moment - preferably with Riza present!

[cornerofmadness.livejournal.com]

snort. don't count her girls out. Someone might just have a picture or two.

thanks

[nebroadwe.livejournal.com]

I still like this one, though it does occur to me now to wonder why the toffee didn't stick his teeth together to muffle the squealing. I guess, even at four years old, Roy Mustang was just that good. :-)

[cornerofmadness.livejournal.com]

haha, maybe he ate, digested a little then the sugar hit? Or he's just that good (He'd like to think so)

thanks

[fractured-chaos.livejournal.com]

Oh my God! XD XD XD

I snorted then laughed out loud at Roy's little dance. I can so see him doing exactly that. I'll be without Chris' education he would have been a very scandalous adult. Come to think of it, he probably is anyway, he's just very good at hiding it. Once again, I adore how you write Roy!

[cornerofmadness.livejournal.com]

thank you very much Roy was a brat and if you ask him nice, he'll still do a naked dance on a bar