A/N: So I decided to start that Royai 100 themes challenge :3 This will be updated very irregularly; only when I'm bored or when I have writer's block, most likely xD

Oh, wow. Today's my birthday and I didn't even realize it until I saw the posts on my Facebook wall….^^; Happy birthday to me, I guess.

014. Covered Eyes

Riza Hawkeye was a strong, independent woman. She was good with guns and had superb aim. She was not a housewife, nor did she 'belong' to anyone. She managed to remain calm, even in the worst of situations. She was strict and proud, but she didn't let her pride get to her. She was a realist.

These were things she took pride in. These were things that she was honestly satisfied with.

Or, at least, that's what she kept telling herself.

"Hawkeye, would you mind grabbing that folder over on Havoc's desk for me?"

It was yet another late night. Roy—much to her surprise—hadn't slacked off for once and got his work finished on time. But then Havoc had returned from lunch with some rather…disturbing…files. They were files on the Chopper case, in which young women were being viciously attacked with what deep gashes proclaimed to be a knife.

General Grumman had asked Havoc to deliver the files to the Colonel for him to sort through and see if he could figure anything out.

"Of course, sir," Riza replied. She stood and walked over to the smoker's vacant desk (everyone had left earlier) to grab the files, when something moved out of the corner of her eye. Riza turned and…

There it was. A big, eight-legged, black, hairy beast.

As if it realized that it was being watched, it scurried over Fuery's desk (which was next to Havoc's) and sat right on the file.

Right in front of Riza.

The blonde woman stepped back a few paces, putting as much distance between the insect and herself as possible. The movement caught Roy's attention and he looked up.

"Something wrong, Lt.?"

"S-s-spider," Riza stammered in response. Her body was frozen in fear.

Roy gazed at his subordinate in confusion. "So? Just kill it." Riza quickly shook her head, backing even further away from the spider.

The Colonel sighed and stood, grabbing a few tissues off his desk as he moved towards the insect quickly. He squished it without any hesitation, giving it no time to escape. Roy stared at its crumpled form in the tissues for a moment before a mischievous grin crept onto his lips. He turned to Riza.

"S-sir? Did you get it?"

"Yes. Would you like to see it, Lt.?" He extended the tissues toward her, causing her to shrink back in return.

"No."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

The grin widened and he shrugged, walking back to his desk. "Okay, whatever you say."

Riza relaxed and began walking back to her own desk.

That was when he whirled around, grabbed her by the waist and stuffed the dead body in her face.

"See? It can't hurt you now."

Riza squeaked in shock. "Si-sir! Get that out of my face!"

Roy grinned in triumph and pulled back, tossing the tissues in the trash can by his desk.

Riza Hawkeye was a weak woman. She needed the Colonel's support. She loved books and was terrified of spiders. Her cooking wasn't exactly flawless. She secretly loved romance. She panicked in some situations. She could be pessimistic at times. She actually longed to 'belong' to someone.

Of course, she would continue to ignore these things and focus on the things that shaped her into her own image of perfection. After all, she could only be imperfect with those traits. And who wanted to be imperfect?

Then again, it was only a matter of time before someone took that damn blindfold off of her eyes.

~Owari~

A/N: Sorry if that didn't make a whole lot of sense…it's 1:40 am xD Reviews are love! Flames are not! ~Sketch