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Don't Leave

I remember it well. It was six a.m. sharp, and my alarm had finally gone off. I had been waiting half the night for that piece of machinery to go off. It was my first day of alchemy training, and I still had another hour and a half to be there. I spend my remaining time studying over what alchemy I already knew, grabbed a quick bit to eat, and headed out the door, with another half hour to spare.

"Roy! You forgot your lunch again!" My mother called out.

"Oh yeah! Thanks mom, I'll be back around lunch time!"

My new mentor's house was on the outskirts of town. Not too far away, but far enough to make a nine year old boy winded as he finally reached the drive way. The Hawkeye household was a nice but modest household. There was a lovely flower bed just in front of the front window, and the remains of chalk drawings on the sidewalk from a few days ago. The house was a light shade of baby blue with a sand colored trim. Even though I was out of breath, I was so excited to start my training that I ran straight up the yard without even bothering to use the winding cement path. The door was cracked when I arrived at it, so I just ran right in without even braking stride. I didn't even notice that I ran her over until I heard her cry. I then stopped and turned around to apologize, but as soon as I met those tearful scarlet eyes, all I could do was stand there and stare like the moron I was. She was about four or five years old at the time. Her beautiful blonde hair reached just past shoulders. Now she wasn't the first pretty blonde I had ever seen, but just something about her stands out in my memory. I don't know what it was. Maybe it was those eyes, or the way her bottom lip was quivering. Maybe it was the fact that as soon as she came to her senses after I ran her over, she grabbed the nearest thing to her, and beat me a couple of times with it and told me that I should watch where I'm going and what not. It didn't even hurt, but I had never had a girl tell me that before. Usually they just apologized or something.

I saw Riza from time to time as I continued my alchemy training. She eventually forgave me for running her over that day. Though she never let me forget it. Usually she was doing some school work, or some chores around the house, but occasionally she would sit with her father and watch me train. It was doing those times that I do what do best. Try to impress the ladies. Unfortunately it was usually during those times that I made a fool of myself, but I was usually rewarded with a small delicate laugh from Riza. After hearing that laugh, I didn't care how many times I messed up, as long as I could hear her beautiful laugh everything was good. That is until Master Hawkeye scolded me. But she silently laughed at this too. I decided then and there that I would do anything to keep that smile on her face.

After a few years, I had finally worked up the nerve to ask Riza to accompany me to dinner. She said no. Apparently our relationship was strictly 'professional'. I mean it's not like I was expecting her to come running into arms while lovingly calling my name. . .

"Roy. . .oh Roy. I thought you would never ask. . .Roy. . .Roy. . . . .Colonel Mustang!"

"Huh, what? . . .I swear it wasn't me!" Roy jerked to attention, and nearly smashed his head down on his desk.

"You fell asleep again, sir." Riza sighed.

"Oh," Roy collected himself. "What time is it lieutenant?"

"1800 hours, sir"

"Oh damn it! I'm going to be late." Roy clumsily rushed from his desk to the coat rack.

"Sir I'm sure you'll have plenty of time to meet up with your date."

"Not this time, lieutenant, she told me we would be through if I was late again." Roy fumbled with his coat.

"Well then you better hurry up, sir" Riza sighed again.

"What do you think I'm doing lieutenant? You mind finishing up that paper work for me?"

"Of course not, colonel, don't I always?"

"Yes and I greatly appreciate it. See you tomorrow." Roy waved on his way out.

Riza looked back towards the looming mound on the colonel's desk, and let out a tired sigh. It looked like she was going to be here all night. . . Again. He needed to learn to complete his work. She was never going to get any rest at this rate.

"Yo, Riza, you still in here working?" Lieutenant Havoc walked over.

"Yes unfortunately I still have some work to do."

"Well that sucks." Havoc glanced around, "Where's the Colonel?"

"He's out on another date."

"Damnit, at this rate he's going to take all the women!"

"Don't worry, I'm sure there's a pretty girl out there for you, who isn't going to fall for the colonel."

"Yeah, yeah, I wonder if there's even any babes left that the colonel hasn't dated." Havoc wondered aloud, which earned him a sharp glare from Hawkeye. "No, no I wasn't saying that you're not pretty. . .its just that. . .what I was try to say was. . . . .I'll just leave now." Havoc stuttered nervously while backing out of the room.

"That would be a good idea, Havoc."

Meanwhile Roy rushed up to date's dwelling. After having nervously glancing at his watch for the twentieth time.

"Damn I'm defiantly going to get the boot this time!" He nervously thought as he reached his lucky lady's house, only to find the feared rejection note taped to her front door. "Damnit that's the third time this week." a depressed Roy sulked off to his own residence.

He eventually reached his own rather messy quarters, after stopping for a quick drink at the nearby tavern. Ugh. . .this has not been his day at all. Roy laid in his bed thinking over all the day's events, but then decided to try and fall asleep so he could finally get some work done. He hadn't really been sleeping recently. Almost everyday he would come in from work completely exhausted, but for some strange reason he couldn't sleep more than a few hours every night. He would spend most of the night tossing and turning. His bed was a complete mess by morning. When he got to work the next day he would sack out at his desk only to be woken up by that all too familiar voice of his lieutenant. Maybe the pressure of his position was finally getting to him. What with all the happenings with the homunculi and King Bradley and what not. Maybe he should have Riza set him up a doctor's appointment in the morning. Ah, Riza what would he ever do without her? Roy thought to himself as he fell into a light, short-lived sleep.

AN: First chapter out of hopefully many, I have a whole story already planned out, please review, no flames please, I'm still new to fanfic :)