The Joker (Mustang x Hughes) 55Themes #53- Mischief #54- Wild- Chapter 3
Author: SeaweedOtter
Title: The Joker (New Beginnings- Chapter 3)
Theme & #: #53- Mischief and #54- Wild
Genres: Humor
Warnings: None, just a Roy/Maes academy fic!
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: Roy Mustang x Maes Hughes (eventual pairing)
Rating: G
Summary: Having a prankster as a roommate makes one automatcially guilty by association.
Author's note: The 55 fics are a story arc, starting at the academy. Also, #1 and #2 before aren't a part of the story, they were written before.
Read all of the stories HERE!!
It didn't take long after they became roommates for Maes' gregarious nature to truly show through. The pranks started out small at first, the top of the salt would come loose, and Roy thought that maybe he just forgot to screw it back well enough when he refilled it. Or the toilet paper would be mysteriously off the roll, and he figured the two people that they shared the bathroom with either didn't replace it, or took it for some other reason.
But as smart as Roy was, it didn't take him long to figure out that he was roommates with a prankster, and a particularly skilled one at that. He tried talked to Maes once, telling him that he really wasn't the type to enjoy pranks being pulled on him. That stopped the man.
For about a week.
Then it started up again, just as badly as before. As much as pranks were not Roy's forte, he only had to think up a couple to play on Maes to make the man understand that the alchemist would not be the butt of his jokes any more- including one particularly nasty joke that Roy played on his roommate that caused him to singe his eyebrows and the front of his hair pretty badly.
It only took a couple of days worth of pointing and taunts for Maes to realize that dealing with an alchemist who specializes in fire may be an extrordinarily bad idea. He knew that he had gotten off easy with as little hair as he had lost. Maes was very well aware that it could have been so much worse.
From then on, Roy had Maes' respect, and the pranks pulled were all on other people. Of course, that added quite a level of danger. Maes knew where he stood when he pranked his roommate or their bathroom mates, but pranking people he hardly knew would garner an unknown repsonse. Maybe they would laugh about it and be good natured, or they might try to do worse than just burn the hair off of his face.
As the first semester drug onwards, Maes started out with small pranks on the general public instead of one particular person, as he made friends and branched out- testing the waters to find people that would enjoy and appreciate his unique type of humor.
Some of his favorites were flooding the bathrooms in the academic buildings. He had even met one girl who was willing to be an accomplice and flood the girl's bathroom as well. Maes figured that if both bathrooms flooded, it was harder to determine who did it.
And indeed, they never caught the bathroom flooders.
Much to Roy's dismay, the longer that his roommate went without being caught, the more brazen and complicated his schemes got. Roy wanted to turn him in, get him in a little trouble and take some of the wind out of his sails, but by the time he almost got up the nerve to do it, Maes was planning the *BIG* one. The alchemist knew that if he caught doing that, most likely he would be expelled.
So, like any good roommate, and friend, he grin and beared it, fighting back the better part of his brain that told him that it was a terribly bad idea to do this and helped Maes with his rather intricate plan.
It was easy to put the first part of the plan in motion. There was one particular professor that nobody liked. He had been the victim of many small, fairly harmless pranks over the years, but Maes had an idea for something on a more grand scale.
They waited until the weekend, when he left his small campus home to visit his family. It was easy to gather manure from the garden shed of the botany department of the school. Maes enlisted the help of various friends in a wide circle around the house. They looked like they were just ambling about, perhaps walking to class, but in fact they were spies, to make sure that they wouldn't be spotted.
Roy and Maes spread the manure on the professor's lawn, spelling out "Dr. Hibbert Sucks" in 3 foot tall letters, then Roy put on his alchemic glove and snapped, setting the manure on fire, just long enough to let the letters burn into the grass, careful to make sure there was not too much smoke to give away what was being done.
It worked like a charm.
That night, another one of their accomplices, who knew where he could get alcohol where they didn't check for ID's, sat with the boys in their room, drinking beers and recalling some of the other pranks that the three of them had pulled off so far that semester.
"It is so simple, but one of the classics. One of my favorites is always the stink bomb when we gather for assembly. Unless someone actually sees you drop it, it is impossible to get caught, with so many people in such a small space!" Maes beamed, taking a swig of the amber liquid. He sputters, coughing most of it back up. "Man, this stuff tastes awful. You sure it is worth it?"
Roy smiled and drank his beer with the practiced ease of someone who had had alcohol before. "This is your first beer, isn't it, Maes?"
"Yeah, but it is worth it. We need to celebrate. To friendship, and someone who will spread the manure of truth with you!" Maes' speech was already slurring a little, even after only half a bottle.
"To friendship." They all clinked their bottles together and took a big swig- laughing when, once again, Maes choked on the beer and more of it ended back up on his shirt than down his gullet.
And at the same time as they were celebrating their victory, all the way across campus, a professor was calling the police after coming back to school early and finding his lawn vandalized, and reeking of crap.
Title: The Joker (New Beginnings- Chapter 3)
Theme & #: #53- Mischief and #54- Wild
Genres: Humor
Warnings: None, just a Roy/Maes academy fic!
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: Roy Mustang x Maes Hughes (eventual pairing)
Rating: G
Summary: Having a prankster as a roommate makes one automatcially guilty by association.
Author's note: The 55 fics are a story arc, starting at the academy. Also, #1 and #2 before aren't a part of the story, they were written before.
Read all of the stories HERE!!
It didn't take long after they became roommates for Maes' gregarious nature to truly show through. The pranks started out small at first, the top of the salt would come loose, and Roy thought that maybe he just forgot to screw it back well enough when he refilled it. Or the toilet paper would be mysteriously off the roll, and he figured the two people that they shared the bathroom with either didn't replace it, or took it for some other reason.
But as smart as Roy was, it didn't take him long to figure out that he was roommates with a prankster, and a particularly skilled one at that. He tried talked to Maes once, telling him that he really wasn't the type to enjoy pranks being pulled on him. That stopped the man.
For about a week.
Then it started up again, just as badly as before. As much as pranks were not Roy's forte, he only had to think up a couple to play on Maes to make the man understand that the alchemist would not be the butt of his jokes any more- including one particularly nasty joke that Roy played on his roommate that caused him to singe his eyebrows and the front of his hair pretty badly.
It only took a couple of days worth of pointing and taunts for Maes to realize that dealing with an alchemist who specializes in fire may be an extrordinarily bad idea. He knew that he had gotten off easy with as little hair as he had lost. Maes was very well aware that it could have been so much worse.
From then on, Roy had Maes' respect, and the pranks pulled were all on other people. Of course, that added quite a level of danger. Maes knew where he stood when he pranked his roommate or their bathroom mates, but pranking people he hardly knew would garner an unknown repsonse. Maybe they would laugh about it and be good natured, or they might try to do worse than just burn the hair off of his face.
As the first semester drug onwards, Maes started out with small pranks on the general public instead of one particular person, as he made friends and branched out- testing the waters to find people that would enjoy and appreciate his unique type of humor.
Some of his favorites were flooding the bathrooms in the academic buildings. He had even met one girl who was willing to be an accomplice and flood the girl's bathroom as well. Maes figured that if both bathrooms flooded, it was harder to determine who did it.
And indeed, they never caught the bathroom flooders.
Much to Roy's dismay, the longer that his roommate went without being caught, the more brazen and complicated his schemes got. Roy wanted to turn him in, get him in a little trouble and take some of the wind out of his sails, but by the time he almost got up the nerve to do it, Maes was planning the *BIG* one. The alchemist knew that if he caught doing that, most likely he would be expelled.
So, like any good roommate, and friend, he grin and beared it, fighting back the better part of his brain that told him that it was a terribly bad idea to do this and helped Maes with his rather intricate plan.
It was easy to put the first part of the plan in motion. There was one particular professor that nobody liked. He had been the victim of many small, fairly harmless pranks over the years, but Maes had an idea for something on a more grand scale.
They waited until the weekend, when he left his small campus home to visit his family. It was easy to gather manure from the garden shed of the botany department of the school. Maes enlisted the help of various friends in a wide circle around the house. They looked like they were just ambling about, perhaps walking to class, but in fact they were spies, to make sure that they wouldn't be spotted.
Roy and Maes spread the manure on the professor's lawn, spelling out "Dr. Hibbert Sucks" in 3 foot tall letters, then Roy put on his alchemic glove and snapped, setting the manure on fire, just long enough to let the letters burn into the grass, careful to make sure there was not too much smoke to give away what was being done.
It worked like a charm.
That night, another one of their accomplices, who knew where he could get alcohol where they didn't check for ID's, sat with the boys in their room, drinking beers and recalling some of the other pranks that the three of them had pulled off so far that semester.
"It is so simple, but one of the classics. One of my favorites is always the stink bomb when we gather for assembly. Unless someone actually sees you drop it, it is impossible to get caught, with so many people in such a small space!" Maes beamed, taking a swig of the amber liquid. He sputters, coughing most of it back up. "Man, this stuff tastes awful. You sure it is worth it?"
Roy smiled and drank his beer with the practiced ease of someone who had had alcohol before. "This is your first beer, isn't it, Maes?"
"Yeah, but it is worth it. We need to celebrate. To friendship, and someone who will spread the manure of truth with you!" Maes' speech was already slurring a little, even after only half a bottle.
"To friendship." They all clinked their bottles together and took a big swig- laughing when, once again, Maes choked on the beer and more of it ended back up on his shirt than down his gullet.
And at the same time as they were celebrating their victory, all the way across campus, a professor was calling the police after coming back to school early and finding his lawn vandalized, and reeking of crap.