All things that take place in the "Past" will be in italics. I've edited this chapter. If you could please let me know if you find mistakes and approximately where you find them.
Chapter one: The Beginning
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Riza looked quietly out the near by window. Out side it poured and the trees were being whipped around furiously by the wind; she sighed. She'd forgotten to bring an umbrella, her uniform would get wet.
"Hey Riza," Havoc greeted sitting down in the desk next to her. "I see you got stopped on the way in."
"Yeah, they still don't allow students to carry guns on campus." She sighed, "My poor pistol, I'll have to have Roy help me steal it back."
Roy, with a sleepy expression on his face strolled in with his hands in his pockets, just as the bell rang.
His messy hair, droopy watery eyes, and horrible posture gave Riza her first indication that he was sick.
His clothes were still as neat as ever, but that was only because Riza had come over the previous night and ironed his clothes. Like Riza's uniform, the slacks were gray with a black belt and a blue button down shirt that was tucked in. His black sweater was lint free, with a small insignia. A black tie with blue stripes that went diagonally across it hung flawlessly from his neck.
He casually sat down next to her.
"I need help with Algebra," He told Riza, "in exchange you can have this back."
Riza watched him push up his sweater. There sat Hawkeye's pistol neatly tucked underneath his arm.
"You really should learn to hide this better. I'm getting tired of helping you steal it back."
"First of all technically it's not stealing because the pistol is mine. Second of all," She paused before she frowned. "if you need help with Algebra, I'll help you without trade. You know that Roy."
"Yeah I know Riza, but equivalent exchange." He shrugged.
The door opened as, their instructor, Mr. Franklin waltzed in as if he owned the place. He wore a uniform much like his students but unlike them, his shirt was black and his sweater was Blue.
"Alright put your ID's on so I can see them. If you don't have a lanyard or a safety pin then set it on your desk. If you don't have it there's the door."
A young boy in the back grumbled.
"See you later Fuery," Roy said, as his friend walked out.
"This isn't rocket science folks just algebra. Copy everything down exactly as I do and you may have a chance at passing my class." Mr. Franklin sat down in front of one of the schools overhead projectors. "Today we begin our studies on the properties of multiplication and addition."
"Yay!" Roy half ass exclaimed. There wasn't a subject that he hated more than Algebra. He just didn't see the connection between letters and numbers.
"Boy," Mr. Franklin called to him after hearing his remark. "with that kind of attitude you should be getting an A in this course like your girlfriend over there."
"I'm not his girlfriend, Sir" Riza said, her cold eyes blazing over with hatred. This teacher had to be the worst one she'd ever had, not only was he not professional, he was a sexist jerk who loved to pick on her.
"Unfortunately," Roy mumbled, receiving a curious look from Riza. The two had gone over this before, she just didn't understand what his issue was.
"Who'd want to date her anyway?" One of the students rhetorically asked from the back of the room. "She's scary, coldhearted, and with anger like hers, she should be locked away."
"He's right." Riza thought to herself as she sat frozen. She honestly believed she was all of those things and it saddened her.
"Well Mr. Macalister, you really should consider wearing a different uniform jacket just for this class." Mr. Franklin joined in on the joke, another reason Riza and Roy hated him. His little weasel sat in the back of the class and got away with nasty comments.
"He really should invest in shutting up," Roy drawled. "His ignorance is sickening."
"You're just mad because I insulted your bitch," Macalister snickered.
"That's it," Hughes looked at Roy, their eyes met, and Hughes nodded. He balled his fist ready to punch the morons lights out.
Riza stood, gathering her things as the class quieted down.
"Where do you think you're going young lady?" Mr. Franklin stood up from his seat behind the over head and walked over to her.
"I do not find your immature jokes in any way funny," She told him honestly as she swung her bag over her shoulder.
"Riza," Havoc whispered. "Don't make him angry, you'll end up in detention for the rest of your high school life."
"I'd doubt your mother would like to hear about your infantile behavior in my class." He said, trying to seem threatening.
"You can call her and complain about my fucked up attitude all you'd like. It's not like she'd pick up the phone for a pathetic prick like you." She spat angrily. " I'll be requesting transfer from your class."
She walked out slamming the door behind her.
"Fucking idiot," Roy thought as her stood and gathered his things. "So will I, I can't stand your presence any longer."
The other five boys stood up and walked out after him.
"Ah, come on Riza! Don't be such a girl," Roy called to her standing outside of the girl's bathroom door. "we'll all get transferred together."
"Thanks you guys." She opened the door.
Roy could tell she'd been crying she missed a streak when washing her face off.
"Don't worry about it," Hughes said, " we'll always stick together."
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"Stop," Second Lieutenant Hawkeye moaned, turning over underneath her plaid thermal blankets.
"Cut it out," She giggled turning over again.
"I said quit it!" She said roughly but her voice still held a playful tone to it.
She snapped awake and snatched the blanket from over her feet.
There Black Hayete laid licking the bottom of his master of her well pedicure foot. He stopped his licking, looking up at her with a look that only a puppy could muster up.
She smiled warmly before bringing him into a warm and inviting motherly hug.
"Good morning," She greeted him receiving her normal retort from the young free spirited companion. "are we hungry?"
She slipped out from between the thermal blankets of her warm cozy bed. Going into the kitchen she rummaged through her refrigerator and pulled out some left over Thanksgiving ham. She sliced pieces off for black Hayete sticking it into the microwave. Heating it up a bit, she stood there looking over her immaculately clean kitchen.
"I have way to much time on my hands," She smiled as black Hayete laid down and stuck his head between his paws covering his nose. "Maybe I should schedule some over time."
"Alright I get it, no over time." She turned around as she heard the timer on the microwave go off.
Setting it on the counter she went over to the dishwasher and pulled out Hayete's dog food bowl.
Gracefully she transferred the ham over into the dog bowl.
"Sit," She commanded, her tone serious.
She set the dog bowl down on the floor in front of him.
"Shake," Hayete lifted his right paw into her awaiting left hand.
"Other paw," She repeated the action with her left paw.
"Down," she said.
He laid down on his stomach with his paws on each side of his head.
"Roll over," She laughed when instead of rolling over he good-natured pup played dad.
"Eat," She told him.
He slowly went toward his food, waiting for a surprise command to stop.
"I think a shower is in order," Hawkeye murmured softly as she went to jump in the shower.
Ten minutes later a wet Riza Hawkeye stepped out of the shower.
She grabbed her robe of off the nearby rack. Standing there she stared at the rack for a few seconds, before deciding not to waste her time.
"It's only a dumb rack, they have more then one hook!" She told herself aloud. "Yeah but all of them are for couples you know people in a relationship!"
"Ah, the single life must finally be starting to get to me." She thought sadly as she pulled the hood of her cotton robe over her head.
The cold hardwood floor froze her feet as she walked from the bathroom into her small bedroom.
"For once I'm tired of work," Hawkeye slipped into her underwear. For a minute she paused to gaze at her uniform. The pristine white and the pure blue of the material gave her mixed emotions. It came as a surprise to her how much someone's clothing could influence their goals, personality, actions, and their outlook on life.
"A dog of the military eh, Black Hayete?" Black Hayete looked up from his spot on the right corner of the bed.
She pulled on a black shirt before pulling her pants up, tucking the shirt in she slid the belt through the loops. She picked up her uniform coat wanting to make sure the creases were just right. After a moment of scrutinizing she decided it was good enough for her standards and quickly put it on.
Hayete gave a low bark before turning to look out the window. It was his special way of informing her it was going to rain.
She smiled warmly.
"I always appreciate your warnings, I bet Roy doesn't have a clue." She grabbed two umbrellas as she and Hayete strolled out the door.
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Roy woke up yawning. The date he had the night before had ended later than he expected. Sluggishly he tossed himself out of bed stepping over massive piles of dirty clothing.
"I need to wash," He mumbled stripping out of his plaid blue and red boxers and jumping into his shower that hadn't quiet warmed up yet.
"Today will not be a good day. Now where's that body wash." He shivered.
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For years Roy has been chasseing after Riza. Roy's patience's with Riza running from him is finally running out. Can the gang save their friends before the kill each other and a full fledge duel to the death?