For the Love of RoyAi!
By: Akira Asakura
Genre: Romance/General
Rating: T; just in case of things to come.
Summary: As if it weren't enough, another authoress has created a series of RoyAi drabbles. But, as the title states, this is "For the Love of RoyAi!" Possible spoilers; will be marked.
Disclaimer: I don't own FullMetal Alchemist.
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Drabble One- Beautiful
She sighed. Riza Hawkeye: Ishbal veteran, CSSA (Central Sharp-Shooting Academy) Valedictorian, always top of everything, Medaled Sniper, hundreds of assortments of awards at only 26 years of age, and First Lieutenant to the one-and-only, ever-so-popular, "man-whore" himself (as Second Lieutenant Jean Havoc so "beautifully" stated it) Roy Mustang, but when she looked in the mirror she did not see her many accomplishments.
She did not see the pride she'd single-handedly earned the Hawkeye name after her father's demise and the downfall of a heritage that once could proudly hold it's own against any Armstrong. Sadly, she rather saw her many flaws. And the most dominant of all was that, though she surrounded herself with handsome Roy Mustang; Odd, but intriguing Jean Havoc; Shy and kindly Kain Fuery; and cynically wonderful Maes Hughes, she found herself drastically average. She was, as the term went, "Ms. Plain-Jane who lives next door, always has and always will." And even though she told herself beauty was a most shallow of things, she could not help herself.
These many things were why she had only 2 mirrors in her apartment, one that was in the bathroom and another decorative one given by the neighbors as a welcome gift. She sighed again, glaring at her non-existent beauty she believed she had and decided not to even give the effort of pinning up her hair on such a dreary day, though rain seemed to be such popular villainous scenery. She hoped her mood would pass and hopefully no one would mind her a bit for leaving her hair down.
She was mistaken, but some one minded in a way that made her smile. So as her superior, Lieutenant Colonel Roy Mustang, smiled and said, "You look beautiful with your hair down, Lieutenant," –God forbid the idea that he may be thinking things untold- she decided that though beauty was a fickle thing indeed, she loved being told she was beautiful.
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A/N:
It turned out to be a good 323 words, shorter than I would have guessed, and it makes me smile. I will try to update once a week on this story and lucky for you all, the next seven weeks are simply waiting to be posted. I accept all of the following: criticism, constructive criticism, compliments, challenges, and faint ideas for drabbles. If I cannot fit challenges/ideas into a drabble, you will see it as a separate story. If I cannot make said challenges/ideas, for lack of inspiration, commitment, etc, I'll say so. I refuse to accept flames on this fiction, for it is merely an experiment, meant for testing only, and I refuse to be expected to take gushes such as "OMG, I love it" seriously. If you leave that as a review, I won't do anything, but know that it's not boosting me to write anything for you. Until, next week on my update,
-Akira Asakura