AN: Hiya, welcome to another crazy fanfic I dug up from the crevices of my computer. I remember I had some amazing plans for this story... now I have to re-remember what they were. XD; Eh heh. I thought Id see what people think of it before I go to far. Title may change, I seem to recall I had another name for it, so when that returns to me, it shall be thus named. ^_^ I hope you enjoy.
Roy Mustang dragged himself lazily down the hallway of the house, the sounds of his footsteps muted by soft carpet. He stiffed a yawn and ran his hand through his messy bed hair. He was partially dressed in his uniform; his white shirt lay unbuttoned, revealing his muscular frame underneath. The aroma of coffee filled the house, as he rounded the corner he was forced to pause and take in the sight before him. Standing in his kitchen, also clad in a similar uniform with long golden locks partially still wet from the shower hung loose down her back. She stood at the stove attending to the sizzling pan onto. Formally this woman was the most frightening creature he had ever known- now she stood in his- no their kitchen, quieting humming a tune as she cooked unaware of Mustangs presence in the room. He grinned childishly to himself, finally after years and years of chasing her he had won. Silently he moved in behind her wrapping his arms around her in a loving embrace and began placing soft kisses on her neck- he had always hoped he would get a squeal of surprise or something interesting out of her but every morning he was disappointed. The years of military training sapped the fun out of it for him.
"Good morning Mrs. Mustang." The soft whispers made her heart soar. She smiled and turned her head, leaning into one of his famous kisses. They had been married for two weeks and had just gotten back from their honeymoon in Xing. Today was to be their first day back to work and in their new positions as Fuhrer and Lieutenant General.
Riza turned to face him, eyeing his appearance skeptically before starting to button up her shirt. "Please make sure you have everything. Did you read everything grandfather sent you?" She fussed as Roy struggled into his jacket; the Fuhrer uniform was quite a bit different from his old one.
"Of course not! It was our honeymoon- I wasn't going to waste it by working! Geez, your grandfather sent enough reading material to have keep me busy for ten honeymoons, and even than I probably would have had some left over."
Riza chuckled and kissed him again before handing him a cup of coffee so she could turn her attention back to their breakfast. "It wasn't that much. Grandfather just wants you to be prepared."
Roy leaned up against the kitchen table, sipping on the hot coffee. "I know. It's just a shame we had to cut our honeymoon short. I would have liked some more time just the two of us- now it's going to feel like nothing has changed at work but our ranks." It was probably the third time he had complained about it since she has told him two weeks ago. Her decision to keep her last name of Hawkeye for work had nothing to do with him. Hawkeye had always been a name that was associated with a cold, fearless voice of authority and to avoid confusion it was just easier. For all other intents and purposes within the military and outside it she was still Riza Mustang, the happy wife of Roy Mustang.
"There was nothing we could do about that. The new recruits arrived ahead of schedule due to a mix up in the east. Really Roy, it was written down in the folder he gave you that you didn't read. Thankfully Fuery knows you well enough to have called last week to remind you." She chided him gently, around him her cold demeanor almost vanished. She had spent the last two weeks coming to terms with the fact she was a married woman now and was actually having fun doing some of the things the boys often joked that Roy would be doing if they ever hooked up- cooking, cleaning, laundry etc.
"Now hurry and eat breakfast while I finish getting ready." With that Riza disappeared into the bedroom.
Despite Roy's complaints that he didn't feel it was right and that he could have someone else pick them up, Riza had insisted that she continue to drive them to work. She had become so accustomed to being his aide, as far as she was concerned the fact that he had finally made it to the top meant that he would need her now more than ever to watch his back. He eventually forfeited the argument as he knew he had lost before it started. Although her new position kept her almost as close to him as before she also had many other responsibilities that kept her occupied but still she remained a loyal aide to him- mainly escorting him on business trips or appointments.
They were forced to cut short their honeymoon a week early due to the arrival of the new recruits that were arriving this afternoon. Riza was to oversee the preparations for their arrival and greet them. Afterwards they were to have a general board meeting with the officers- she had heard there were a couple new transfers and promotions that went through with the former Fuhrer Grumman before he retired.
When they pulled up to headquarters they were greeted by many familiar faces all excited to see the newlyweds and their good friends. The whole gang cheered and welcomed them back when they exited. Riza panned the crowd of grinning thoughtful idiots than to Roy who was grinning like a schoolboy. Than as if all the men realized it at once they snapped into a sharp salute and broke off to each side. "Fuhrer Mustang, Sir! Welcome back!"
"I've been gone for two weeks and you forget your formalities?" He chided them playfully. "I'm glad your all still here." He walked past them and through the double doors, taking the long walk that would eventually lead to his new office. It was a trek he had done countless times but now he was the one that would be sitting on the other side of that desk. Riza followed behind him, passing soldiers and officers welcoming them back. The Fuhrer greeted them all with the charisma and kindness that he always held.
When they entered the anti-chamber of his office a young brunette secretary stood behind a desk and smiled, bowing her head. Riza had met the woman before; she used to be a secretary under Maes Hughes. She must have been one of the promotions that Grumman made. "Good morning Fuhrer Mustang. They are waiting for you." She motioned with her hand off to the side with the meeting room was located. The confused look on Mustangs face made the girl realize he didn't know about the meeting.
"Pardon me Sir; Grumman has arranged a meeting with you this morning. Perhaps the notice was lost." Riza cast a sharp look at Roy who seemed to look guilty and cast his gaze downwards momentarily to avoid her gaze. That note was most likely in the papers that again, he didn't read.
"Ah, no. Sorry. Tell him I'll be right in."
"You shouldn't make him wait any longer Sir." Hawkeye stated, how long had he been here for already? He was lucky grandfather liked him so much. Mustang nodded in agreement, before she left, he gave her a tender kiss- it was going to be a long day without each other's company and felt he would need the strength it gave him. Although the fraternization rule was lifted they were still supposed to remain professional while at work, but Hawkeye's initial concern disappeared, he was Fuhrer after all, but even so she wouldn't let him abuse his new power.
"I'll meet you for lunch." With that Mustang watched as his wife saluted him and left the room- leaving him for her own duties. When he could no longer hear her footsteps he turned and entered the room in which Grumman was waiting...
It never ceased to surprise him how unofficial his meetings with Grumman were. When he entered the older man wasn't sitting at the table as he had expected, in fact there were no other officers in the room. At the back, off to the side sat the former Fuhrer dressed casually in his civilian clothes. In front of him was a table set up with chess pieces- another chair sat opposite him.
He smiled cheerfully when Mustang entered, he was always happy to see the younger man. Mustang took his usual seat
"I'm sorry to keep you waiting Sir. I must have missed the memo on this meeting." He apologized, moving the first chess piece on the board. Grumman gave a small chuckle.
"Oh there was no meeting. I just decided to come in two hours before you did and made that story up for your secretary."
Mustang couldn't even be shocked, it was just like him. He gave a wry smile. "So if there was no meeting, why did you come here; certainly not just to play a game?"
The elderly man waved his head casually as his attention returned to the game. "I'm retired now; I think you can drop the Sir, Mr. Mustang." He advanced his pawn on the board than leaned back in his chair. "I just came to see how things were going. I knew you wouldn't have done any reading while you were away, and frankly I would have been upset if you had and ignored my granddaughter. So I figured I would save you some time this morning with a few of the more important details..."
Mustang quirked an eyebrow, shifting his position in the chair, this would be more than a long game.