Hey
This is my first piece of fanfiction (not to mention FMA or Royai) so I would really appreciate reviews and/or constructive criticism.
It's basically a humor fanfic but later on there will be Royai!
Disclaimer: I do not own FMA...
Prologue
Sign...pretend to read... sign...pretend to read..."Arg!". The slight sign of insanity that escaped the colonel's mouth caught the attention of all present office members. Hawkeye sighed. "What's wrong, sir?". "I'm sick of it, Hawkeye. I don't wake up every morning to do the stupid, unreasonable paperwork!". Hawkeye grimaced slightly at her superior's outburst but she knew the situation couldn't be helped.
Havoc piped in. "Everybody has to do their paperwork, Chief. Even little kids have to do paperwork...Well a different kind of paperwork, but that still counts!". "He's right, sir." Fuery commented, "I guess it's just the way a country works". Knowing what was coming next, Hawkeye covered her ears. "When I am Fuhrer, There will be no more paperwork!". The office erupted into applause while Hawkeye couldn't help but sigh again at the colonel's childish antics. "Sir, you obviously fail to understand that paperwork is essential. It can't be as bad and unnecessary as you make it out to be" she said, her face turning back into it's usual no-nonsense expression. A smirk grew on the face of the black haired men. "Then how about a bet, lieutenant? I say that I can find 100 reasons to hate paperwork." Mustang suggested with a teasing tone, obviously trying to taunt his subordinate. "This is just ridiculous, sir" Hawkeye said . Havoc had to make things worse by adding to the pressure on the blonde. "Come on, Hawkeye. Liven up a little!". "Will you both leave me alone if I agreed to this... bet of yours?" she asked, desperately trying to get her superior and comrade back to work. The two men nodded with (seemingly too much) enthusiasm. "Fine. Havoc, set up the rules." Hawkeye said, sitting down while the two men high-fived each other.
A couple of minutes later, Havoc returned with a written contract making Mustang wince. "Don't you think you took it a little too far, Havoc? It seems very...binding". "Then why won't we just give it up, sir?" Hawkeye suggested, trying to struggle her way out of the bet. Seeing that, the colonel's will to see his lieutenant defeated took over. "No, Hawkeye! We shall continue. Read the contract, Havoc!".
Havoc cleared his throat, "This is a contract binding Colonel Roy Mustang and Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye to partake in the bet and fulfill it according to the conditions as seen below. Colonel Roy Mustang must try to find 100 reasons (that make sense) to why he hates paperwork, if one is found while said person is doing a sheet of paperwork he is excused from doing the same sheet. For him to do the said sheet a positive side to the reason must be found by Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye but the reason still counts as one of the 100 reasons, this being for encouragement for both sides of the bet. Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye wins if Colonel Roy Mustang fails to find 100 reasons in a time span of a year. Losing side must abide to a single wish made by the winner of the bet".
"Do you two accept this contract?" Havoc asked. The two looked at each other. Roy smirked making the women next to him sigh once again. "I guess we do" she said. The two signed the contract. Roy offered his hand, "Good luck Hawkeye", the sharpshooter shook his hand, " Good luck to you too,sir".
While the two stood there, Riza couldn't help but wonder if she just made a deal with the devil.
That's it!
I will probably post the first reason sometime next week so please keep on reading!
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