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tiamatschild) wrote2013-10-08 10:25 am
tiamatschild) wrote2013-10-08 10:25 am
Fic: "In Our Company", K, Fullmetal Alchemist
Title: In Our Company
Author: Tiamat's Child
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist Manga
Word Count: 200
Rating: K
Characters: Roy Mustang
Summary: Roy Mustang is not keeping a cat.
Warnings: None.
Notes: Written for prompt 239, "Cat" at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
fma_fic_contest. It took first place.
In Our Company
Roy Mustang was not keeping a cat.
Nor was he being kept by a cat.
There was no keeping of any kind going on. Instead, Roy and the cat had an arrangement that worked to their mutual benefit although not, Roy was aware, to their mutual satisfaction.
Roy left the window cracked for the cat when it was cold or wet, and the cat ensured that the predictions of Roy's neighbors, upon his arrival in the old brownstone apartment house, remained unfulfilled prophecies.
Roy did not have rats.
The cat was a rough, lean, hard edged she cat of unknown but doubtless scrupulous parentage, as her hunting skills were excellent. She did not require Roy's presence, although in her sparse fashion she appeared to appreciate his radiator and possibly his elbow, as she kept sitting on both.
Sometimes she left him rodents at the door or on the window sill. Occasionally Roy left her a bit of supper in return.
It was comforting, Roy thought, as he locked up as though he would be coming back in the evening, to think that while she would die if he failed her, if he failed himself she might yet live, even so.
Author: Tiamat's Child
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist Manga
Word Count: 200
Rating: K
Characters: Roy Mustang
Summary: Roy Mustang is not keeping a cat.
Warnings: None.
Notes: Written for prompt 239, "Cat" at
fma_fic_contest. It took first place. In Our Company
Roy Mustang was not keeping a cat.
Nor was he being kept by a cat.
There was no keeping of any kind going on. Instead, Roy and the cat had an arrangement that worked to their mutual benefit although not, Roy was aware, to their mutual satisfaction.
Roy left the window cracked for the cat when it was cold or wet, and the cat ensured that the predictions of Roy's neighbors, upon his arrival in the old brownstone apartment house, remained unfulfilled prophecies.
Roy did not have rats.
The cat was a rough, lean, hard edged she cat of unknown but doubtless scrupulous parentage, as her hunting skills were excellent. She did not require Roy's presence, although in her sparse fashion she appeared to appreciate his radiator and possibly his elbow, as she kept sitting on both.
Sometimes she left him rodents at the door or on the window sill. Occasionally Roy left her a bit of supper in return.
It was comforting, Roy thought, as he locked up as though he would be coming back in the evening, to think that while she would die if he failed her, if he failed himself she might yet live, even so.