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The stupid man grabbed his jacket while he was walking by and slipping it off him in one motion. He didn’t have time to react. Sliding his hood off of his head, and exposing his two golden cat ears. Then hooked a finger around where skin met fur and pulled his tail out of his pants leg. Putting his presented parts on full display. “What the Hell you creep!”
The man said nothing, gave a smirk, (Nothing like the Colonel signature smirk), and held it above his head. Ed jumped for it and the private took it just out of his reach.
“Give it back you fucker!” Ed’s face was bright red, (like the coat this private was holding above his head.) His tail was all fluffed up, and his ears were drawn back all the way. Ed wished that he got claws out of his transformation, that way he could just scratch the shit out of the man’s everything! But if he attacked another person he was going to be in so much trouble with that dog.
“Come on kitten, just jump for it.” Stupid private with stupid egos that could break like a stick.
“Don’t call me that!” Ed jumped up again swiping at the precious coat in the man's hand. He was a major and a state alchemist! He shouldn’t stand for this shit!
The older man was reaching into his back pocket, and pulled out two things. A bag full of, crushed up leaves, and a…. Dog whistle.
Ed hated that last thing. (A common ground that he and Roy can stand on.) The sound hurts his ears, and made him want to rip his ears off! His ears were already going back at the thought of it. But what piqued his interest was the bag. What the hell would crushed up leaves do?
He turned his attention back to his coat. He jumped for it and an ear piercing sound was in the air. He slammed his hands over his ears, and crouched on the floor. He was letting out soft yowls, and he was only thinking one thing: It hurts, I'll do anything to stop it.
“Are you going to stop now kitty?” His voice made Ed want to slap in the face.
Ed swiped at the man’s face, slightly scratching his face.
This made the man blow into the torture device again. (Why does it hurt worst this time!?)
His tail fluffed up and he slammed his head into the ground. He was shaking, and his mind was far away from why he was jumping at this man. When it went away again, Ed didn’t even get up. He kept his face pressed against the floor. He started purring at this point, he was trying everything to make the pain stop.
“Come on, a little whistle can’t be the thing to bring down the big bad Fullmetal Alchemist.”
He stayed down, he really didn’t want to hear that fucking noise again. He can just make another coat. It wasn’t worth it.
He heard the back open up and felt something fall on his head. Slight snickering could be heard, but Ed didn’t care. He wiped off the stuff on his head, and smelled his hand.
Whatever the hell that stuff was it made him lightheaded. But he liked it? He felt lightheaded and happy? (What the actual fuck?)
He sat up and shook his head, trying to shake off the feeling, but it wouldn’t go away! He shouldn’t like this, this fucker drugged him, it could be slowly killing his brain cells and then he would never be able to fix his brother. The lightheaded feeling was getting worse, but he was on his way to cloud 9. He didn’t like the feeling (but he did!) He could tell he was making small ‘meowing’ noises, but they really didn’t mean anything. This isn’t what he wanted.
But part of him did, and wanted more. This deep seeded part of Ed wanted to beg for more. To make him feel better, to keep this high up. He wanted the man to give him the fucking bag, run back to the dorms and get that joke gift that Mustang got him. Ed vaguely noted that the pain had stopped, that the anger and sadness from another failed mission was gone. That the storm that always seemed to be raging was calmed.
He shook his head again. He heard the man laughing, and other people, but Ed kept his head down. He didn’t care who saw what, because that wasn’t the problem. The problem was that this man gave him something and it was messing with his head! His instincts were acting up, and words no longer came to mind.(He couldn’t stop his tail from swaying, or his ears from relaxing, or the I want it I want it in his head.)
The distress was slowly melting away, making Ed question why he was in the first place. Just the smell of it was making him feel all fuzzy. (What would happen if I licked at it?) He started pawing at the crushed up leaves on the ground.
“Looks like the little kitty likes catnip.” The man sprinkled a little more on the ground. He decided to put some at the end of his fingers and lick it. Ed was done for, his instincts took over and Edward Elric checked out.
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Roy was getting real tired of the wise guy who was blowing the dog whistle. Even if it was down the hall it still hurt. He had to move to the other office because he just couldn’t take it anymore. And decided to migrate to the office with his three other subordinates that were able to come in today. Even after he moved it seemed like it got louder. Fuery was one lucky otter, because all he got out of presenting was a tail.
And it didn’t help that he was angry with Ed. He was late for their meeting, and Roy was getting to the end of his rope.
Laughter was heard from down the other end at the hall and Roy was done.
He got up from his chair.
“Sir?”
He let out a small growl and opened the door, looked down the hall, and saw something that made him see red.
His subordinate was sitting on his hands and knees, tail flipping in the air, his ears were drooped down, and his golden eyes were dilated, only leaving a small ring of its gold color. The kid’s red jacket was scratched at the sleeves and was thrown to the waste side. And Ed didn’t seem all there. If he was he wouldn’t be looking the way he does. He would be hissing and scratching at them, demanding that they stopped, and if that didn’t work, he would rearrange their insides. He looked at the kid a little closer and noticed bits of green in the kid's hair.
Was that..? Did they give the kid FUCKING CATNIP!? That stuff was banned from the base for a reason.
The man in question was a private, (probably one of the new transfers), he had black hair, and brown eyes. The look on his face was bordering on sadistic (it was disgusting the way he was looking at the kid. The look made Roy want to transform and tear his jugular out!), and he had faint scratch marks across him. Roy watched as the man grabbed at Ed’s tail, causing the child to let out a small yowl. Ow!
And that also made Roy wonder, how did Ed’s tail get out? No matter how many times Roy said it, Ed still hid his ears and tail. Using his hood to hide his ears, and stuffing his tail in his pants leg. The only time he saw them was when Ed took off his hood in the office, or when he was in the hospital. Even on the military base Ed made sure no one saw them.
The more he thought about it the more Roy wanted to hurt the man. Thinking about how the man basically drugged a child, but how he pulled at the kid’s tail. Any presenter with a tail said even if it didn’t hurt when it came in, it was sensitive, and didn’t want it to be pulled. Hell Ed got his caught in a door once and said it hurt like hell. His ears drew back and let out a soft growl.
“Is everything alright sir?” Hawkeye’s voice was what made him calm down a bit. But instead of responding he decided to intervene.
“What’s going on out here?” He kept his professionalism in his voice, but really he wanted to deck the man in the face just for thinking about doing this.
Most of the crowd took this moment to leave, but he didn’t care about them. He had one man on his shit list right now. Ed looked towards the older man and gave him a smile. (Ed really isn’t in the right mind if he’s smiling at the Colonel.)
“Colonel Mustang sir!” The private dropped the bag he was holding, causing Ed to start pawing at it.
“And you are?”
“Private Jones sir.”
“Private Jones you have ten seconds to get out of my sight before you become nothing but ash on the floor.” Roy’s voice was filled with venom, and took his glove out of his pocket for good masseur.
Jones ran for the hills dropping the cause of his earlier annoyance, and leaving a very protective dog and his subordinate.
Roy took the bag from Ed’s hands, picked up the demon whistle, and put them both in his pocket. He grabbed the discarded jacket and put it over the cat’s head. He scooped Ed up and the kid rubbed his face against his neck. “You must really be out of it, especially if you are willingly trying to get closer.”
Ed just let out a long meow pressing his face even deeper into the crock of the man’s neck. To someone who couldn’t understand what Ed said would have found his action and noise cute. But Roy found it heartbreaking, especially to what it translated to: I’ve never been this happy in a long time.
Roy’s ears folded against his head, and started slightly whimpering : I’m sorry. He looked around before giving Ed a small lick on his forehead, and let out a quiet bark: I’ll try harder to make you happier.
Ed started purring a bit, rubbed against Roy’s neck and let out a small mew: You already do.
When Roy walked into his office, he laid the kid down by the window (where the sunlight would hit him), and used the kid’s jacket and as a blanket. Making sure that his ears were still concealed under the hood. Ed made a small noise: Why did you put me down?
Roy responded with another small bark: Because I can’t work with a four foot overgrown cat hanging off me.
Fuery let out a squeak of amusement.
“Is anyone going to explain to us who can’t speak animal?” Havoc was the one to say it.
Roy let out a slight sigh giving the kid one last pat on his head and stood up, claiming his spot at his desk. He took out the bag, and the torture device. “One Private Jones thought it would be a fun idea to give Fullmetal some catnip.”
“And it actually works?” Hawkeye sounded concerned.
“Yep.” He looked towards the kid who was still on the floor eyeing the bag, tail swishing back and forth. He let out a bark: Don’t even look at it, you can’t have it. He handed the objects to his Lieutenant. “Can you properly dispose of this?”
“Yes sir.” She put her gun in her holster and walked out of the room.
Ed let out a pitiful meow, his head falling on ground, tail still flicking. No my leaves!
The two presenters in the room started laughing. They’ve never heard the kid talk like that, and the fact that he was just calling catnip leaves was endearing. Ed always seemed a little more child like when he would lean into his animal characteristics.
Ed looked at Roy and gave another meow: Why is Hawkeye taking my leaves?
Roy just gave a smile to Ed, turning back to the two men in the room. “Now that we know that catnip will cause an effect on Fullmetal, we are going to try to keep it far away from the office, got it?”
“Yes sir.”
At this point Ed was basking in the sunlight, his breath was slowing down, and he seemed to be getting, in the kid’s words: So sleepy that he could take a dirt nap. He curled in tighter burrowing into his jacket, gave Roy a smile and one last meow: Thank you for coming after me, and closed his eyes.
Roy gave a small bark: I always will, and went back to his paperwork. He didn’t look over at Fuery’s small smile, or Havoc’s confused face. He didn’t think about the man who caused this, or the come down that Ed would have when he woke up. He just thought of one thing, the phrase that Ed said earlier: You already do.