Disclaimer: I do not own Full Metal Alchemist.
Notes: Roy is 25 and Riza is 17. He's training her for the military but he can't help but fall in love with her over time. When Riza goes to stay with Roy she is 15 and he is 23.
Shouldn't be love.
The girl standing in front of him was young; if he had to take a guess he would say she was 14 or maybe 15. He took out her profile and read through it carefully:
Name: Riza Hawkeye.
Sex: Female.
Age: 15.
DOB: 25/12/70.
Requires training for military school. Father requested training before she starts incase she fails.
He looked up from the profile and saw her looking at him with the most unusual eyes he had ever seen, they were gold but they were so cold that they almost scared him. Her back was straight and her arms by her side.
"Come in and make yourself at home. I'll show you to you room in just a moment."
She nodded her head and picked up her bags, "Thank you Sir." She said in a monotone.
He waved it off, "This is my home and I do prefer Roy."
She once more gave a nod.
He started down the hallway towards the room he had set up for her and noticed she wasn't following him, "This way." he told her and she started to follow.
Her room wasn't big but it was far from small. It had a bookcase next to the night stand, her bed was a double covered with green blankets and white sheets. The wall paper was white; she had a walk in robe and a small desk with a chair.
"This will be your room for the next few years. Get yourself settled, dinner is at 7 and after we'll discuss your training." She gave a nod and he turned and went to see the cook about dinner.
later
Roy was sitting at the dinner table watching the girl across from him. He noticed that she was wearing the same clothes she had been wearing when she arrived. Her torn blue faded jeans that hung low on the floor covering her feet, a white long sleeved top with a sleeveless black top over it, brown thongs on her feet and black fingerless gloves. Her hair was pulled back into a long plat going down her back, she wore no make up but she had black finger nail polish on both her fingers and her toes.
She was an interesting person and he could tell from looking at her. "Why don't you take off your gloves?" he asked but she shook her head, "Why not?"
She was looking at him with her cold gold eyes, "Because I never take them off in front of people Sir."
"Why not?" he was looking at her arms, what could be under there? Needle marks, burns, cuts? He was sure it wasn't any of those but he wanted to know.
"Because I don't Sir," she stated firmly in a tone that said 'drop it'.
The rest of dinner was eaten in silence. It was when Riza asked about her training that he remembered.
"Right well, what time in the morning do you wake up?" he asked.
"5am Sir," Roy's eyes widened, 5am was an ungodly hour for him and yet this child woke up at that time everyday.
"Ok, well we'll go for a run at 6:30, breakfast will be at 7am and then you can come with me to work and I'll find you a suitable sparring partner. Someone at your level, and then we'll have lunch together at 1pm. Is that clear?" he watched her face for any kind of change but she showed nothing.
She gave a nod, "Yes Sir."
Something came to him just then, he remembered asking her to call him by his name, "I told you to call me Roy."
As she stood up she replied, "I know Sir but I would rather not." And she left the room.
Roy sighed and rubbed his forehead, "I hope she's not like this in the morning." He got up and left for his study.
Morning
Riza had her alarm set for 5am; she got up and changed her from her blue pajamas into a long old t-shirt and old faded training pants for later. She took her hair out of its plat and brushed it before putting it back; she took off her gloves, which stays on her arms at all times, into another black pair that seemed like long bike finger less gloves.
After washing her face she left her room and went to look around the house. Riza didn't like this Roy Mustang person, to her he seemed like a slacker and she could tell because right now she was standing in his study looking at his paper work, that should have been done by now.
The study was a grand place with what seemed like hundreds of books and a beautiful big desk near a huge window. She left the room feeling a little unwelcome, she knew a study was a personal place for people and so she left the room. Once out she felt a little relived but wanted to go see the rest of the house.
6am-6:30am
She had seen most of the house and noticed that there were a lot of empty rooms in the house. It told her that there were few people that lived /stayed there, she knew the servants didn't live there since only two rooms were used (hers and Mustangs).
She was bored and opted for near a big window watching the sun rise.
She turned her head towards the door, she had heard someone on the other side, when it opened she was greeted by a sleepy Lt. Cornel who was wearing a pair of new looking track pants and a grey running shirt.
She was on her feet after she saw it was him and brought her hand up to salute, "Good morning Sir." She said in her monotone.
He raised his eyebrows at her slightly amused at her actions, "At ease solider." He told her letting his amusement show. Her hand dropped to her side but Riza still straight like an iron board.
"Are you ready for our run Hawkeye?" Riza noticed he seemed a little arrogant.
She gave a nod, "Yes Sir."
"Let's go then." He walked to the back door and stepped outside, Riza followed, he showed her some stretches and they went for a short jog to warm up before they broke out in a run. Roy was surprised that the small girl could keep up with him, not only was he known for being the flame alchemist but he was also known for being able to outrun everyone back in school. Yet here he was almost been outrun by a girl, a child, 'well she is something different.' He thought and she gained speed and ran right past him.
He watched her blonde plat fly behind her and her small legs pumping, he noticed how she breathed and how her arms came out and he knew she did this more then he did.
Later
After their run both went to have a shower and some breakfast before Jean Havoc arrived at 8am to take Roy to work. When he walked in he didn't expect to be met with the sight of a young girl who seemed emotionless and stared at him with gold eyes. She made him nervous and all he wanted to do was to get Mustang and get him in the car, that was until he found out she would be going with them as well but he would feel safer with Mustang around.
Roy walked into the entrance way fixing his top and saw Riza looking at Havoc and Havoc starting to sweat and look like he was going to run.
"Oh Lt. Havoc this is Riza Hawkeye she'll be staying with me for awhile while she's training and she'll becoming with us. Hawkeye this is Jean Havoc he's one of my lieutenants, he drives me to work." He saw a curious look from Havoc when he told him the girl was staying with him. Glancing at his watch he noticed the time, "Let's get going or we'll be late."
The ride was quite as Jean drove them to work. Riza sat looking at the passing scenery, Jean drove keeping an eye on the road and every now and then glancing at the girl in the back seat, and Roy watched her while glancing at his watch.
When they arrived at their destination they all climbed at of the car. Riza wait for Roy to tell her what to do while Jean got out said 'see you later' and went towards a coffee shop across the street. Roy looked over to the girl and motioned with his hand for her to follow him and together (her following a few steps behind) walked up the steps and towards Mustangs office.
Riza looked around and noted that the office wasn't very big, there was a desk, filing cabinets, a big table and a large book case.
"Sit down Hawkeye." He said pointing towards the big table.
She chose a seat close to the window so she could watch what was happening on the outside.
She glanced at Mustang and noticed he hadn't touched his paper work. "You should do your work Sir, and then you can have free time later." He looked at her.
"You're right, but I don't want to do it." Roy leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes leaving an irritated Riza sitting and watching him. Riza had always disliked it when people didn't do their work as soon as they could; to her it only meant that they would have more to do later.
It was 10 minutes later when Riza had had enough, "Sir you said you would find me a sparring partner." He cracked open an eye and looked briefly at her before closing it again.
"I did say that didn't I. well when Havoc comes back I'll send him to find Falman to test you. But until then." He yawned and stretched out and went back to napping.
It was another 10 minutes until Havoc came into the office juggling 4 coffees and three bagels in his hands and another bagel in his mouth. Putting down the coffee and bagels he sat down across from Riza on the big table, he still seemed a little weary of the girl but said nothing of it.
"Havoc when you're finished give Falman a call and tell him to set up the training area." Riza turned to look at Mustang who was staring at her and a smirk broke at on his face when he said, "Tell him to set it up for a…little girl." Suddenly Havoc jumped back when he saw the flames in Riza's eyes, "I think I'll go find him on my own Sir." And almost ran out the room.
"You're not a very sociable person are you Hawkeye?" she hasn't known him for more than a day but already she didn't like him much.
"No I'm not Sir."
"And why is that Hawkeye?"
She was getting tired of his questions but her father had always told her to never show what she's feeling or to disrespect her betters. They were weaknesses to her father and all Riza wanted to do was to show him she could be just as good as any man in the military even if it took years she was going to do it.
"Because friends are useless, and so are people unless they're fighting with you."
Roy glared at her, smirk turning into a frown, "Did your father tell you that? Because he's wrong, he may have been a great solider in his time but now friendship is important."
Riza had never heard anyone speak about her father like that and while she knew it was most likely true she wasn't going to say he was right. She felt something inside of her and she knew what it was, she had a bit of respect the man who was a slacker, just a bit.
She turned her head back to the window when Mustang spoke, "Well are you going to answer me?"
She thought back to what he said just moments ago, "Yes my father did tell me that."
He nodded satisfied with her answer.
Havoc came in through the office door at that moment and told him that they've set the training area up.
It was lunch time and Riza had had another shower and was ready to eat, she sat across from Mustang who was sitting with Havoc, Falman, Feury, Hughes, Breda and Armstrong.
"So how was your training Riza?" Mustang asked; he was sure it would have been rather hard for her.
"It was too easy Sir." She picked up her fork and started to eat her chicken salad. Her test training had been far too easy for her, her father had trained her to a level 7 which was the level most military people get to in their forth year.
"It is true Sir; Miss Hawkeye could've pasted the test training with her hands tied behind her back, blindfolded and half asleep." Falman told him.
Roy, who hadn't taken his eyes of the girl sitting across from him, just said 'hmm'
Later
Riza was sitting at her desk in her room writing in her journal:
10:17pm
This morning Lt. Colonel Mustang and I went for a jog, after 30minutes we stopped. Met his Lt's today and I must say some of them are far from professional.
Havoc, Jean.
Hair: Blonde.
Eyes: Blue.
Age: Around 22-23
Height: 6"0.
Status: 1st Lt. in military.
He seems to always be spacey, have a cigarette in his mouth and a red mark on his cheek.
Hughes, Maes.
Hair: Black.
Eyes: Yellow-green.
Age: 24.
Height: 6"2.
Status: Major.
Major Hughes is crazy about his girlfriend and continues to shove photos of her in my and everyone else's face.
When I have more information on others I will write it down.
Riza.
Riza sighed and learned back in her chair rubbing her temples. Slowly she packed her journal away into a draw and went to change into her black PJ's.
Roy
Roy sat in his kitchen eating extra ice cream while thinking of what Havoc asked him that afternoon while Riza was in the test training area, "why is she hiding her arms?"
Roy had told him it was something she just did…like Major Armstrong ripping off his shirt, but now he sat and pondered the real reason as to why she wore gloves. Maybe he was wrong and she did cut herself, or that she has really bad scars. He didn't care but he really wanted to know what she was hiding under her gloves and it seemed she had a few of them as well, this morning she wore bike gloves and tonight she wore midnight blue gloves. It seemed that whatever was wrong with her arms had nothing to do with her fingers because she only wore fingerless gloves and they all seem to go to her elbow.
'Maybe there's away to find out.' Roy thought as he put his bowl in the sink and went off to bed; 'It's going to be interesting having her around.'
3 months later
For the last three months Roy had watched Riza and noticed that she didn't change much. She still wore ripped and torn jeans, old top, kept her hair in a plat and continued to wear gloves. But it seemed his friends had become more comfortable around her, even so that Havoc started to bring her coffee from the shop and getting a soft 'thank you' in return. As it turned out she liked her coffee with 3 sugars and two coffees, when asked why Riza told them she liked it strong and a little bitter. But just because she was talking more didn't mean she was being anymore sociable than before.
It was one night when Roy was going through his mail that he noticed an envelope with the words 'Harry Birthday' written on it. Pushing his chair back he wondered why Riza didn't mention her birthday, or when it was. Ignoring the privacy act he opened the letter and found a card with the picture of a girl blowing out 16 candles. On the inside it said:
To Riza from your Father, hope all your birthday wishes come true.
It was dated for tomorrow, but Roy wasn't looking at the date so much as the writing. All her father had written was 'To Riza from your Father,' and the rest was already in the card. He also had a feeling that it wasn't really from her father but from someone else who cared for the girl enough to send her a card even if it's made out to be from her dad.
Roy suddenly had an idea, he hated her old and faded clothes and it was her birthday tomorrow, he would take her shopping, after all every girl should have a mini skirt or four. With that settled he put the card away and went back to looking at the rest of the mail.
The next morning Riza woke at 6am, a new habit she had gotten into, and dressed for her run with Mustang wearing old shorts and an even older shirt with bike gloves. She placed two bottles of water in the freezer to make them cold after Riza and Mustang finished their run and took out two bowls and some cereal ready for them.
For more then a month now they have been running faster and harder like they were trying to out do each other and Riza was amused by it, she had heard that Mustang had always out ran everyone back when he was in school and now he was getting beaten...by her and she enjoyed that.
She turned around when she heard someone mumble a 'Good Morning', "Good morning to you too Sir, I've put two water bottles in the freezer for when we finished our run."
'She didn't mention her birthday so maybe she forgot.' He thought, "Oh, Hawkeye, this came for you last night." He took the envelope from his pocket and put it on the table next to her, "I was going to give it to last night but it was late and you might've been asleep." He walked to the fridge and watched her out of the corner of his eye as she stood there and looked at the envelope before taking it.
"Thank you Sir, I'll be right back I just want to put it in my room." And she left the kitchen and he was taking a drink.
'Maybe she'll say something when she comes back in,' he thought but a part of him knew that she wasn't going to say anything.
When she came back into the kitchen he was waiting for her so they could start their run, and then he'll blow off his work and take her shopping.
When they finished their run both were sweating and panting as they got their water out of the freezer and make their breakfast, it was then that Roy told her what they were going to do for the day.
"You're going to blow off your work Sir? And take me shopping?" Riza knew he looked at the birthday card that was sent to her because of the way the card was facing. She knew who really sent her that card and she also knew that they always placed the card facing the front and when Riza opened it the card was facing the wrong way.
"Yes and then we'll get you new clothes and buy a cake or two."
"But your paper work Sir."
"Don't worry I've never missed a deadline before in my life." Riza sighed; she knew that she wasn't going to be getting out of this and so she agreed.
"Good I'll call work and Havoc and tell them I'm 'sick'." As he walked out the room Riza couldn't help but roll her eyes.
When they arrived at the mall Riza couldn't help but notice how Mustang practically had little stars in his eyes whenever he saw someone in a short skirt.
He grabbed her arm and started towards a shop that sold dresses and skirts, he grabbed 2 dresses right away and three skirts without asking her if she liked them!
He was smiling like a crazy man as he shoved Riza in to the dressing rooms telling her to try them on and come out to show him.
Riza, who was wearing baggy jeans, old shoes and a faded blue top, was unhappy with his choices but chose not to voice them. The first dress, a turtle neck sleeveless midnight blue floor length dress, looked amazing on her.
She was looking at herself in amazement when she heard Mustang call out to her.
Taking a deep breath she opened the door and stepped out.
She looked at him and raised an eyebrow as he looked over her as though he was scanning her. Finally he looked up at her and smiled, "That's prefect for you, go try on the next one." She couldn't help it and for the first time since she had arrived at his house she gave a half smile before turning to go back into the changing room.
The next dress was black and fell just below the knees, it had criss-cross straps at the back, she looked at the dress and then at her shoes.
"My shoe's will not go with this dress, I'll have to buy some next time." She said to herself.
"Come on, Hawkeye, I want to see what you look like." She heard Mustang calling her again and went out to show him, once again he gave his approval and once more she went in to change.
She grabbed a short white skirt that didn't reach her knees and she wasn't happy about it.
"Is something wrong in there Hawkeye?" Mustang asked,
"Everything is fine Sir, but I do believe the skirt is too short."
"There is no such thing as too short Hawkeye."
Riza walked out to show him and saw a goofy smile over take his face making her feel confused but she dismissed it as wearing a skirt made her felt nervous.
She tried on the other two skirts, one fell below the knee and was a pale red and the other was a black mini skirt, one she won't be wearing anytime soon.
He had also gotten her 4 pairs of running pants, 4 pairs of going out pants, 3 pairs of high heels, and new pair of sneakers, 7 more tops, and 3 training tops. The total amount that he had spent on her was $2020.97cents.
That night after a big roast dinner and some chocolate mud cake Riza went to bed leaving Roy alone to think about the day they had. But one thing stood out more than anything, even the mini skirt, she had smiled, ok it was only a half smile but she smiled and it was the first time he had seen her do it.
He had to admit she was beautiful but she was too young and besides she was here for training. Roy pushed out thoughts out of his mind but he couldn't help but think of her smile and what she looked like in her midnight blue dress.
Sighing he changed into his boxes and got into bed.
6 months
Roy knocked on Riza's bedroom door making sure she knew he was waiting.
"Come on Hawkeye, it can't take this long to pack your stuff." He said through the door.
Riza zipped up her suitcase, last week she had gotten a letter from her father telling she will becoming home for the summer, grabbing her suitcase she opened her door to be greeted by Mustang.
"I'm ready Sir." And she walked down the hallway leaving Roy at her doorway.
'The next three months are going to be boring without her.' he thought following her slowly out to the car.
Over the last 6 months she had changed a small bit, she had started to talk to his friends, she stopped wearing her old clothes in public and she had told him small bits about herself he would never had known. Such things like, she enjoyed reading old poems and cooking, even though she wasn't too good at it he enjoyed watching her try. She would make this face where she'd bite her bottom lip and scrunch up her face when she tried to cook.
She had gained a new level as well, level 8, and her gold eyes have a little less cold in them and now he can see a bit of brightness in them, he could see they would be beautiful.
He opened the door and got in the back with her while Havoc drove.
"Looking forward to spending the summer at home kiddo?" lately Havoc had gotten into the habit of call Riza 'kiddo' and at first it annoyed her but after awhile she learned to identify herself with it.
"Not really, there's not a lot to do at Fathers place." She told him. Neither of the men noticed how she said 'Fathers place' and not 'home'.
Havoc, who was smoking, "Not much huh, there must be something there for you to do, shopping, reading…boys." Havoc shut up quickly after getting a glare from Roy at the mention of boys. Another thing that had change was that Roy had become protective of Riza and everyone thought it was because he thought of her as a little sister.
When they got to the train station Riza saluted to Roy and Havoc before saying goodbye and getting on the train.
The ride had taken over 6 hours and the sun was starting to set by the time the train had pulled into her home town, upon getting off the train she saw someone waiting for her.
Greeting Kelly, the maid, and getting into the car she asked her some questions.
"How was living with the flame alchemist? Was he as dreamy as I've heard? How big was his house? Did he have a girlfriend? What was his friends like?" and about another million questions were asked.
Riza looked out the window, "It was fine, he didn't use his alchemy at all in front of me, he looks ok but I hear from the females where he works that he's a charmer, no girlfriend but he goes out a lot." It was true, he didn't want her to know it but he went out almost every night with a different girl.
"He's friends with the people he works with, one guy keeps getting slapped by women, one is very shy, one is rude, one is really crazy about his girlfriend and one keeps ripping of his shirt and pushing his muscles into my face."
Riza answered all of Kelly's questions on the drive home, when they pulled up at the house Riza got out of the car and help Kelly get her suitcase.
They were putting her stuff into her room, when Kelly turned to leave Riza spoke, "Thank you for the birthday card." Riza had her back to Kelly but she knew that she was smiling.
"I don't know what you mean Riza." And she left.
Riza didn't see her father for almost a week after she came home and during that time she rode her horse, meadow, she was a beautiful creamy colored mere with a mane that was white. Riza also read and kept up her training.
It was within the first month she was there that she had been told that she will she her father that night at a ball help by Col. Frank Archer and that he would be announcing some important news about her and Col. Archer's son.
Riza closed her eyes, right now she was lying on her bed, she had a feeling she knew what the news would be and she didn't like it.
Roy
Roy was sitting in his office with Hughes listening to him talk about Gracia, Roy however had his mind on other matters like Riza and the rumor that was going around.
'There's no way Riza's father would set her up with Frank Archer's son, she's only 16 too young to be with someone.' Roy had heard that Riza's father had betrothed her to Jon Archer, 19, and Roy didn't like that boy one bit. Jon was rude, sneaky and seemed to enjoy hurting others; he was everything Roy wanted to keep Riza away from and now it seemed he can't.
Rou had grown fond of the girl in the last nine months despite the fact that she hardly showed her feelings, other then being displeased when he blew off his paper work; it seemed he knew her already. He knew that she liked coffee ice cream better then chocolate, she didn't like red roses and she hated, HATED, it when he cracked his fingers.
He could tell all these things from the way she would cringe or flinch or the way her jaw tightened. He had seen her grow from that one day she half-smiled and he couldn't have been prouder.
"Hey Roy are you listening?" Roy was thrown from his thoughts as Hughes grabbed him by the shoulders and started to shake him.
"I was listening Hughes." He was a little annoyed with being shaken.
Sitting back into the chair across from Roy Hughes looked at him with a skeptical look, "What was I saying then?"
Roy racked his brain thinking of something, "You were saying how great she is and how beautiful your child would be if she was the mother?"
Hughes frown turned into a great big grin, "That's right Roy you were listening. Can you believe we've only been going out for a year now? Say what do you think I should get her for tomorrow?"
"What's tomorrow Hughes?" he asked.
Hughes wore a look of shock before it was replaced with large love hearts in his eyes, "It's our one year anniversary, and you can't tell me you forgot Roy. Say what are you going to get us?"
Roy was a little taken back, "Hughes an anniversary is were you buy her a gift and she gives you one, it's not where I give you a gift." 'Sometimes I wonder how Gracia puts up with him.'
Hughes pouted, "But that's no fun." He looked at the clock and jumped up telling Roy he'd see him later and left.
"I wonder what that's all about" he asked aloud to nobody but he still expected a reply from the young blonde who wasn't there. He sighed, there was nothing to do but his paper work and if he closed his eyes he could almost hear her voice telling him to get on with it. He felt something in him stir, 'Must've been the shrimp' he thought as he got his pen out and started his work.
-
She was in the garden, the party had been over hours ago and she was still wearing her dress. It was official now that her life was over and it dawned on her that her father never thought she would be able to get into military school let alone finish her training with Mustang.
Her gloved hands trembled had the thought of being married to that jerk Jon. She had heard horrible things and his very presence sent shivers up her shine and when they had danced the thought of him been allowed to touch her made her skin crawl. How could her father have doomed her to such a wasteful life? She wasn't one to sit at home and be a housewife she just couldn't do that.
Her hair was in its usual plat and she still wore her gloves but instead of fingerless gloves she was wearing elegant silk midnight blue gloves teamed with the midnight blue dress that Mustang had gotten her for her birthday. Her shoes were a dark blue color given to her by Kelly, her face was all made up with pink eye shadow, mascara and eyeliner, her lips a dark red and her cheeks a pretty pink. She had felt like a doll and she hated that.
He had asked her to dance and when she was going to say no her father glared at her, scared her, into saying yes. His hand didn't stay on her waist for very long but dropped down making her gasp in shock which made him smirk, she hissed to him not to touch her and made his hand move back. He whispered in her ear as they waltzed around the huge ballroom, "When we're married I'll be able to do anything I want and you won't be able to stop me." He licked her ear making her shudder in disgust, "I do not care what my father says I will not marry you!" and as the song ended she nodded her head and made her way back to her seat.
It wasn't more than two hours later when her father and Frank Archer stood and told the entire ballroom that Riza was to marry Jon, even now she could still see the smirk and his black eyes that held promise of a miserable life with him. She planted a fake small, very small, smile and stood up as did Jon, however he seemed much happier about what was going on and accepted the men's congratulations and slaps on the back while the women looked at her with pity.
After everyone had said their congratulations Riza left to walk the garden leaving the beautiful ballroom. She loved the garden, it was filled with red roses, yellow and pink roses and a beautiful pond that lighted up. She stayed out there until it was time to leave and she couldn't wait to get home to see Kelly.
Even now hours later she could still picture the ballroom, it was huge bigger than a football field and it was gold, gold drapes that hanged from the ceiling, gold paint on the walls and even gold on the staircase. The lights make the whole room look like something out of a fairytale book and it always seemed to make her feel better but tonight it seemed like it would be the place an unholy union would take place. And she didn't want it to happen, she won't let it happen.
-
Jon Archer looked just like his father and was just as cruel. He had picked Riza out of many girls to become his wife for only two reasons, and they were not love. Reason one was that she was a virgin and Jon loved virgins, and reason two was because she would remain tight even after months of having sex because of her training.
Jon was just as tall as his father who stood up to 6"2, Jon was 6"0, he had black hair like his father and his dark brown eyes were cold and soulless. He had a well built body, he was muscled but overly so and girls would describe him as perfect. Riza didn't.
Jon and his father were in the forest playing a game called 'who kills the most innocent animals?'
After Jon had shoot his 4th rabbit his father praised him, "You have a fine shoot there boy, and good taste in women." His father knew about why he had chosen Riza, in fact he had helped pick her out. Frank also had a thing for virgins and once Jon commented that it must run in the family.
Slightly sweating Jon looked at his father with a dark smirk, "Hawkeye's not a woman yet father and that's the way I like it, you know that."
Frank let out a chuckle, of course he knew, the younger the girl the better. He had once found Jon in bed with a girl of 13; even now he could hear her cries for him to stop and the poor girl didn't know that Jon enjoyed that kind of thing.
"And we can't forget that the girl has wide hips so it'll be easy births, and if she keeps training after she has the child she'll be just as tight."
'Oh yes getting engaged to Riza Hawkeye was going to be the best.' Jon thought.
-
Riza woke, it had now been 2 weeks since her 'engagement', if you could call it that, and looking at her calendar she felt her heart leap.
'Only 1 more month left before I can go back.' She thought and went about getting dressed.
As she was cleaning her mouth out with mouth wash Kelly rushed into the bathroom. "Oh Riza it's horrible, just so horrible." Kelly whispered to Riza as she gurgled the mouthwash, "You're stuff has been packed and you're going to stay with the Archers for the rest of the summer."
Suddenly Riza was chocking as the mouthwash went down her throat, bending over the sink with Kelly patting her back she threw up the mouthwash…and everything she had eaten for breakfast.
After 5 minutes Riza walked down stairs and tried to sneak out the backdoor someone grabbed her.
One of their hands placed themselves around her waist and the other covered her protesting mouth.
"Now Riza my dear, you wouldn't be trying to get away from her future husband would you?" his breath tickled her ear sending shock waves through her body, she wasn't sure if they felt good or bad but she hated herself for feeling it.
She bit down on his hand hard enough to draw blood and he pulled it back with a very small yelp. She struggled to get out of his grip but just held onto her more forcefully and until her ribs felt like they were going to break and she slowed down her movements.
"Let go or I'll scream." She hissed at him with hate burning sharply in her golden eyes.
He had her back pressed against his chest but just because she couldn't see it didn't mean she didn't know he was smirking, god she wanted to snap his arm.
He pressed her body closer to his and one of his hands started to trace the outline of her pelvis making her shiver.
"You like that don't you? See marrying me would be bad," his hand slipped past the hem of her dark blue jeans. "In fact if you let it, it can be rather…pleasurable." She eyes shot open and she jumped away from him.
'Why that little jerk, how dare he touch me." Riza thought with hate. She had gotten out of his arms by luck because he let down his guard and she was thankful for that. "Keep away from me. We will not marry." She turned and walked away.
Jon was shocked; most girls would have turned to putty from just the thought of him touching them.
A sick sadistic smile appeared on his face and a chuckle escaped his pale pinkish lips. "Well my little virgin, it seems this is going to be harder than I first thought but I know you'll crumble underneath me." He whispered to no one but himself as he walked out to find his father.
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Roy was eating his breakfast in the house and for the first time he felt so very alone. Once more he felt like something was wrong and opnce more he out it down to bad food.
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End of first chapter.
Extra notes: You'll have to wait up to a month for the next chapter because I have to update my other stories as well.
Jessica.