Waiting for you in the rain…
Disclaimer: Anime's not mine. But I do take credit for Kyoko and this story
Warning: some minor…fluff
Pairings: HavocxOC (HavOC….just saw that :D); Some mentionings of Royai (Roy and Riza….How do you get Royai?)
Note: I'M NOT TRYING TO MAKE ROY THE BAD GUY!HONEST! I just want Jean Havoc to have a story too!
Lieutenant Jean Havoc got home feeling very sorry for himself. Once again, his beloved Kyoko was running after Mustang. He trudged up to his front door and unlocked it with a sigh. He kicked off his shoes by the front door and hung up his jacket. Changing out of military garb into a white t-shirt and blue plaid boxers, he flopped on his couch. Pulling out a new cigarette from the package he lit it and took a long drag.
As he exhaled, his mind wandered back to Kyoko. She was always after Mustang. She confided that secret to Havoc in their high school years.
High school.
Now there's something he didn't want to remember that often. He got rejected more often than now and that's when his father passed away. But the fact Kyoko was there, made his life more bearable. Of course, when she told him, it went something like this:
{Flashback}
"Hey! Hey, Jean! Wait for me!" cried a voice, a voice Havoc knew only too well. Spinning around he raised his arm in greeting to the figure running towards him.
"Hey Kyoko!" he yelled back, hiding a blush.
His one and only crush since they were little, flitted towards him. At 16 years old, she was beautiful, short auburn hair, and brilliant green eyes. She had that same mysterious smile, like she always did when she had a secret to tell. Today though, it was tampered with an excitable, childish grin and a pearl delicate blush. As she caught up, she tried to catch her breath.
"J-Jean- *puffpuff* I h-have some-som-something to –" she panted.
Promptly afterwards, she then tripped and fell over.
"OHMYGOD! KYOKO!" he cried out in fear.
His dear Kyoko then raised her head, grinning like a maniac.
"I'm okay." She told him reassuringly. "Jeez Jean, you act like my mother sometimes, other time you pretend to be her, and now it's getting harder to tell the difference."
Havoc grinned. "So now you're calling me a woman?"
Kyoko grinned back. "Actually you're right, you'd be more of a womanizer."
He laughed. "I wish."
Kyoko laughed along, her hand gently brushing his arm. It felt like electric sparks shooting up his arm as his cheeks reddened slightly.
Kyoko clapped her hands together." I still hafta tell you somethin'…" she pouted cutely.
Havoc's blush threatened to take over his face. She looked so cute, so heavenly. She looked like she was teasing him. Her alluring smile, her enticing laugh, her captivating eyes, her tempting-… Don't go there. She was 16, and had the maturity of 11. He wouldn't trade her for the world. He would always stand by her. He'd protect her. He-
…
He wasn't listening to her.
Great.
"Jean? Jean!" she cried out.
He smiled sheepishly, and scratched the back of his head. "Sorry."
She laughed and shook her head. "As I was saying, before you zoned out,I…I like someone…" she finished, blushing shyly.
Havoc blinked, and a lecherous grin, slowly crept across his face.
"Whoooooooooooooo?"
Kyoko blushed madly. "N-No one! Never mind!"
"K-Y-O-K-O… D-O-N-'T –L-I-E."
"I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I'M NOT!"
A sigh. "Look, if you don't tell, I'll assume the worst person possible you probably like."
"L-Like who?"
"Hmmm…"
"?"
"Breda."
Silence.
"OH EW! !EW!EW!EW! NOT BREDA!"
"Hm. Fuery?"
"No."
"Denny?"
"…no."
"Well…Me?"
A hard blush. "JEAN!"
"I kid, I kid…Oh I know…"
"…"
"Maes!"
"…"*weird look**shudder*
"Then it's…Mustang."
"Y-NO!"
Victoriouse laugh. "AHA! Gotcha!"
"Jean…please don't tell!"
He one arm hugged her. "Don't worry. Secret's safe with me."
She leaned up and kissed him lightly on the cheek. "Thanks Jean."
{End Flashback}
In those days he hid his feelings for her. He gave up his love for her to support her with her love.
It hurt.
Now, it was full blown love.
And it hurt. So bad.
He took another long drag. What did Mustang have that he didn't?
…
Everything.
Everything from alchemy to money to rank to women. He had looks, he had power and he had…everything. Havoc? Well… Let's just say… We love Havoc.
He sighed. He'd never have close to what Mustang had.
Smashing his cigarette in the ashtray, he treaded wearily to bed and fell in a light slumber.