The Golden Bird.
Written by Eli White and Five Foot Fury. 2012. Edited by FFF. Takes place after the manga.
Cast; Riza, FFF. The guys, Roy, Orlena, EW.
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"What did you do to your hair?" Roy asked, surprised, staring down at a ten year old little girl.
"You don't like it?" She answered his question with another while checking to make sure her hair was how she wanted it to be in the mirror.
They stood inside a room that was every ten year old girl's dream. The walls were a light purple, the floor was a darker shade. It was filled with neatly organized toys, had a closet filled with the fanciest of dresses and shoes, and had its own bathroom with separate bath and shower. The bed was large and had at least ten pillows and there were three dressers. The one the girl was currently sitting in front of had make-up, hair accessories, and a large mirror on top of it. Stuck in the side of the mirror was a picture of a woman that the girl now stared at.
"I wanted it to look like mommy's." She added.
Roy didn't have to look at the picture he had given the girl for her last birthday to know that she did in fact nail the hairstyle dead on. 'Though her hair is cut short now, but she doesn't know that.' Roy thought. "You did a good job." He admitted.
The girl was quiet for a moment and Roy knew what was coming next. "When is she coming home?" She asked sadly, knowing the answer.
"I don't know, but she'll come home as soon as she can. She's very important and busy." Roy had gotten down on one knee to tell her.
"More so than the fuhrer?" She smiled a little at him.
Fuhrer Mustang shook his head. He was thirty-five now and had been fuhrer for just over a year. "Only to me. Listen, she loves you very much. She tells me that every time I get the chance to talk to her about you."
"Do you think that I could talk to her sometime?" She asked, hopeful.
"It'll be difficult. She's rarely around phones. She has to get Ishbal walking again. I only got it back on it's feet."
"Okay." She said disappointedly.
Come on, Orlena. I want to see a smile. What can I do to get that?" Roy tickled her a little and Orlena laughed a bit.
"Could you play with me daddy?"
Roy nodded. "Whatever you want."
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Taking a break from work, Roy went up to Riza's desk. "Hey Lieutenant. How's it going?" He asked with a smile as he leaned towards her with a hand on her desk.
Riza Hawkeye looked up at him. "I'm working sir. What is it?" She asked, knowing right away something was up with him.
"No need to be like that Lieutenant. I'm just trying to be nice." Roy went around her desk so he stood beside her. "We're . . . 'friends' aren't we?"
"Of course. I apologize sir."
"Its alright. You just need to relax." He put his hands on her shoulders and gently messaged them, then leaned down close to one of her ears. "You know, there's this diner just down the road. They have a dance floor. Maybe you and I should go down there sometime. Are you free tonight?"
Riza leaned away from him and turned her head to give him a dumbfounded look. "Are you asking me out sir?"
"I'm just trying to help you ease up a little, but yes. I am. I'm pretty sure I was clear about that."
Riza turned away. "Hm. I don't know." She said.
"Come on Riza." Her name slipped through his lips half by accident. "Don't you want to see me dance? Have a good laugh and maybe some drinks afterwards?"
She was quiet for a moment as if considering his offer. "Very well. I accept."
"Alright. I'll see you after work then." Roy walked back to his desk. "What are you all looking at? Back to work. All of you." Roy ordered Fuery, Havoc, and Breda, who were all staring.
"Its about damn time sir." Havoc said.
"About damn time for what 2nd Lieutenant?" Roy asked, sitting down.
"That we got back to work." Havoc said.
Riza hid a small smile, turning back to work. She had to wonder what took him so long though. Did she slip from his mind with all the work he had been doing or had she misjudged him? Had he not loved her all these years and was only now falling in love with her?
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'Oh man.' Roy was a wreck while he waited for Riza by his car. 'Oh man, oh man, oh man. Now we go out and what? While we're dancing I go, by the way I have a daughter who thinks you're her mother? OR do I take her home with me and go, Riza, your daughter. Orlena, your mother.' Roy took a deep breath, calming down. 'Just relax. Riza loves me and she'll love Orlena too."
"Fuhrer?" Riza said, coming to a stop by his car. She was still in uniform. "I'm ready to go."
Roy opened the car door for her. "You know, most women I date call me Roy." 'Then again me and my date never wear uniforms on a date.' He thought.
"Well, I'm sure most women you date aren't your subordinate sir." She said, slipping into the car carefully because of her skirt.
"You took the words right out of my mouth. I really lucked out on you." He smiled and closed the door, then got in on the other side.
Riza was quiet as he drove. Roy glanced at her. 'Why do I have to do all the work?' "Did you want to change?" He asked.
"No sir. Unless you were going to."
"Yes, I have something under my coat. It would be impossible to get romantic if everyone is trying to make sure the fuhrer is happy."
Riza shifted in her seat a little, nervous. 'What did I expect? He said it's a date so obviously there'd be romantic gestures.' Except Riza had never been on a date before and wasn't sure she'd do anything right.
Roy paused at a stop sign to just sit there. "Did you want me to swing by your place?" He finally asked.
"Yes, please."
Roy turned and drove to her place, then stopped the car. "You go ahead. I'll change and wait here." He told her.
Riza frowned a little, but nodded and got out of the car. She returned a few moments later wearing plain civilian clothes, nothing fancy. Just a skirt and shirt, but she did have a bit of make-up on.
"Wow. You look amazing. It makes me wish we could stay at your place." Roy said, staring at her as he started the car. "I hope your beauty isn't as much as a driving hazard for everyone else. Its going to be hard to look away from you."
Riza blushed. "I hardly look that nice, but thank you."
"Please Lieu-Riza. Do you know what's the first thing I do when I get into work?" Roy asked as they drove off.
"You go to your desk."
"No. I admire you, then curse the fact that we aren't together. You know that I love you and I have for . . . a long time. Since we where teens." Roy said thinking.
Riza wondered why he didn't do this sooner if that was the case. "That is a long time." She said softly.
'Oh Roy! Would've done nicely, but I should've known this was going to be hardball.' He thought. "You were so cute back then. Those were good times. We had lots of fun."
"Yes." She agreed.
Roy was going to run out of things to say fast at this rate, so he stayed quiet until they pulled into the parking lot. He turned off the car, then made sure his button up white shirt was in order before leaning over towards Riza. "You know, we could just stay right here and make out. I hear the backseat is roomy." Roy said suggestively.
"Roy, if I just wanted to make out I would've invited you into my apartment and I would not have bothered dressing up."
Roy leaned in close to her. "I'm sorry." He said sexually, his breath hitting her neck as his fingers reached over, stroking it. He looked in her eyes as his other hand rested on her thigh. "You're very hard to resist." He continued.
Riza shivered a little at his touch and her tough exterior broke, showing the gentle she was on the inside. He could see the change in her eyes. "Roy." She said breathlessly. "If you want to . . . make out, you'll have to take me dancing first." She took his hand off of her thigh, holding onto it. "But if you keep that up, I might just let you have your way with me." She said, making her earlier statement useless.
"Might? Oh Riza my dear. . ." His hand moved to the back of her neck, into her hair. His lips moved forward until they were a hair away from hers, his eyes closed. Then he stopped and his eyes snapped open. His hand took a gentle, yet firm hold of her hair. "I take that as a challenge." Roy finished.
She looked him in the eye. "Holding onto my hair won't nearly be enough for me to give in. You'll have to do better than that."
"Oh really?" Roy pulled her head back and scooted closer to her. With easier access to her neck, he began kissing it wildly. He pulled his other hand out from hers and shoved it up her shirt, making her gasp.
Riza didn't fight Roy; she submitted to him. She gave him an easy victory, allowing him to have his way with her and just when Roy was about to do that, having pinned her down to the seats naked, he paused. He was hovered over her, panting, his shirt ripped open. "I want to hear you say it." He demanded, out of breath.
Riza looked up at him. "I love you Roy."
He smiled and stroked her cheek with a hand before continuing where he left off.
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