His Scribbling
Intro:
Many girls went out with him already and they made it to his pad too. He would tour them around his house but there is only one room which is kept locked. He says that it's just his stockroom… or is it?
It was just a usual day for him. Same old things happened to him. Mountains of paper work and as usual, Hawkeye kept reminding him to finish those boring, old documents while the others just had a little work. The only different on this day is that he doesn't have a date tonight. That's why he came home early.
He sat on his sofa and took a rest. "It's really nice to have a break." He said to himself. After a few minutes, he went to his kitchen and ate dinner. After eating he had nothing left to do, or does he?
He looked on his pocket and got his keys. He had a key for his car, his house, his drawer at the office, his locker and another key. He seldom uses it because it's the key to his "stockroom".
"I haven't done this for months." He murmured. He went to his stockroom, unlocked it and went inside. Darkness, it was filled with darkness. He looked for the light switch. He scanned the wall and finally, he found what he was looking for. He turned it on.
The whole room was filled with light. It revealed its true form to him. The room was not a stockroom at all. It had a canvass on the corner and some paint bottles under it. Next to the paints are a palette and a used brush. A small stool chair is there too, waiting for someone to sit on it. Several canvasses are leaning on the walls. They almost had same subjects except for a few which had dogs. Most of them had a woman. A blonde woman with hazel eyes adorned on her calm face. They were portraits of her love one.
"Time for another portrait." He said. He sat in front of the canvass and started sketching.
"She smiled again this morning." He told himself. He closed his eyes and recalled how she looked like. He drew the shape of her face, then her eyes, nose and her long hair held by a hairclip and finally, her lips. He always longed for those lips of hers but never did he attempt to touch it.
No one knew he had a talent in visual arts except for his sensei. In between their alchemy session, he would draw anything that marvels him. His first masterpiece was a girl, two years younger than him. She was just his crush then. She was his sensei's daughter.
He had been working on the painting for hours and finally, he finished another masterpiece.
"So, what will I name this?" he asked himself. He thought of several words until finally, he stumbled over the right words. "Hawk's smile, I call this one Hawk's smile."
The portrait was none other than Riza Hawkeye, his 1st Lieutenant, his secretary and most of all, his loved one.
He got a pen and scribbled his signature on it. It was different from the one he uses to sign the documents at his office. That one had his whole last name on it but this one just had his initials. RM… Roy Mustang.
Author's notes: There you had it. I know I should finish my main fic first but this came on the way and so many school works and home works are given to us so I don't have so much time to update. And I had to remove this from my mind to continue on it. Another reason is that my computer is having some errors. Anyway, I still have three days left on our semester break to go to update the other. I hope you would like this same as you like I Love Your Smile!!! Please review!!!
