Standard Disclaimer: I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist or any of its characters--goes for all the chapters in this story.
Yay! New story! This is based on these two movies I watched... Future pairings will not be mentioned because I might spoil the plot. Although some of you might've already guessed it... This will be more serious than A Day at the Spa, but it will still have some funny moments. Anyways, enjoy!
Second Lieutenant Jean Havoc strolled down the park in Central, hands in his pockets, cigarette dangling from his mouth. He was whistling a merry tune (how he accomplished that with his cigarette was a wonder), while enjoying the peaceful serenity he was in, which was ironic considering his name. He was on his lunch break and he felt like getting some fresh air. He had originally planned to go to a small café to get a quick lunch then go back to the office, but the day seemed too perfect to spend indoors. The sun was shining, the skies were cloudless, and the temperature was just right—not too hot, not too cold. There was no trouble on the streets or missions to fulfill. Heck, even the birds were chirping. Amid his stroll, Jean found a bench and sat down. He stretched out, clasped his hands behind his head, and rested his eyes, basking in the sunlight, smiling slightly and feeling rather… good. It was such a nice day, so why shouldn't he feel good?
As he lay there, resting, a high-pitched giggle broke him away from his reverie. He opened his eyes and all his good feelings vanished. He stifled a groan as he saw Colonel Roy Mustang and one of his latest girlfriends, clinging onto his arm, coming up the path. Jean was having such a lovely, peaceful time by himself in his own little world, seeming like everything was perfect. Then he had to come along and ruin that moment and burn down the little world he was in by showing up with a girl. Not that the girl wasn't pretty. Actually, she was gorgeous, with big green eyes; long, wavy brown hair, pink lips, a curvy body, and all the works. It was Roy Mustang whom Jean had a problem with. The man was a playboy; he seemed to get all the girls, not only in Central, but the whole of Amestris, leaving him with no one. Oh sure, he'd find a girl every once in a while, but when they laid eyes on his superior officer, they would drop him like a hot potato. Oh no, he wasn't mad at Mustang. It was just… frustrating.
"Oh hello, Havoc. Nice to see you here." Mustang greeted him, just realizing that Jean was sitting on the bench. "I'd like you to meet someone." He smirked and Jean tried not to grimace. He knew what the Colonel was doing: he was rubbing his accomplishment in his face. "Havoc, this is Charlotte…" Charlotte smiled at Jean. "Charlotte, this is Second Lieutenant Jean Havoc." Jean smiled back, even if he didn't mean it. He felt pathetic. Why couldn't he get a girlfriend when Mustang could? What's he got that I don't? What did women find so intriguing in those dark eyes, black hair, and that boyish smirk?
Jean inwardly sighed. His perfectly perfect lunch break was now ruined. Not wanting to stay anymore, he turned to Mustang and said, "I better go back to headquarters, sir." He saluted, and then added as an afterthought, "I think you should, too, Colonel, before Lieutenant Hawkeye hunts you down."
Mustang paused, contemplating the idea. "Alright. Let's get going, Lieutenant." He turned to Charlotte. "Would you like to walk with us?" The girl seemed to like the idea very much as she bounced her head up and down eagerly. She grabbed onto Mustang's arm even tighter, and the three of them started walking back to Central Headquarters.
Throughout their walk back, Jean felt like it was torture, and he blamed it all on Mustang and Charlotte. Mustang was smirking that arrogant grin, and Jean knew that he was taunting him as if saying, "Ha ha! I've got a girlfriend and you don't." And Charlotte… she was mostly the cause of his pain. She was just so annoying. The high-pitched giggles every five seconds. The pet names. The girl talk. The way she would freak out if a tiny ant were crawling towards her. Oh the agony! When they had finally reached headquarters, Jean had never felt so happy and relieved to be back at work.
"Goodbye, Charlotte. Nice meeting you." Jean had to force himself to give her a quick smile. He just hoped it didn't look strained.
"Oh! Nice meeting you, too, John!" Jean grimaced.
"It's Jean," he muttered.
"What?"
"Oh nothing!" He waved his hands in front of him, and gave a nervous laugh. Charlotte looked at him with a confused look. She shook it off and turned to Roy.
"Bye Roy! I had so much fun today!" She gave him an unusually long kiss on the cheek, which ended with a loud smacking sound. "I'll see you tomorrow." She turned around and walked away. As soon as she was out of sight, the two officers headed inside the building.
Mustang shook his head and sighed. "Geez, Havoc. It's no wonder you don't have a girlfriend."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"You don't know how to act with women."
"Well, what am I supposed to do about that?"
"Be comfortable around them and act like you actually care. Soon enough, you'll find yourself a girl."
"Yeah, then you're just going to steal her away, anyways," Jean mumbled.
"What was that?"
"Nothing, sir."
"Oh. Okay."
A few moments of silence enveloped between the two soldiers, until Mustang spoke up.
"So… what did you think of her?"
"Huh?"
"Charlotte. What did you think of her?"
"…"
"What?"
"No offense, boss, but she really got on my nerves."
"Really?"
"…Yeah."
"Oh, so you think so, too?"
"What?"
"I guess I should end things with her. She was a little clingy."
"You're just gonna end it just like that, chief?"
"Yeah."
"You really don't care about how she feels about this, do you?"
"…Not really."
"Oh, I see. Just love 'em, then leave 'em, huh?"
"Yeah. More or less."
"Oh. Okay." The pair fell silent as they continued towards their office; the only sound was the click of their boots as they made impact with the floor. Once they reached their destination, they found it completely free of human life. Hawkeye wasn't even present and she was the one who was usually in there most of the time. Mustang looked at the clock: 1255 hours; they were five minutes early. Thinking it was nothing and that their other comrades were still on lunch break, both men sat down at their desks and occupied themselves. Five minutes later, everyone else, but Hawkeye filed into the office.
Noticing she was missing and late (Hawkeye was never late), Mustang asked, "Where's Lieutenant Hawkeye?"
"Oh. I saw her go into the bathroom about 1250 hours," Master Sergeant Kain Fuery said.
"But it's been over ten minutes. What do you think she's been doing?"
"Maybe she's—" The door opening interrupted Fuery and Riza Hawkeye came in, followed by Black Hayate, with a stack of paperwork in her hands.
"You're late, Lieutenant."
"I'm very sorry, sir," she replied curtly, almost frigidly. She dropped the stack of papers on Mustang's desk. "Your paperwork, sir." And without a dismissal she walked back to her own desk. Everyone was staring at Hawkeye. She could be pretty strict sometimes, but she never acted like this—so cold and almost resentful—and especially toward Mustang. She was almost always on friendly terms with him, even if she threatened to shoot his head off to get him to do his paperwork. Feeling eyes on her, she looked around and snapped, "What are you all looking at? Get back to work!" Immediately, heads went back to their desks, including Mustang. No one wanted to mess with Riza Hawkeye when she was in a bad mood.
As everyone was busy, quietly doing their work, Jean peeked up from his work and looked at Hawkeye. Her head was slightly bent down, and he could see all of her face. What he noticed, though, worried him a little bit. Her nose had a tinge of pink. Her eyes were a little bit puffy and the rims of her eyes were a faintly pink. And if you looked close enough, you could see faint tracks coming down from the edge of her eyes. Faint, but definite.
Riza Hawkeye had been crying. And what made Jean worried was that she never cried. Never. So who or what had made her cry? And why was she crying?
So... I hope you liked it... I know Roy's kinda OOC, but I need him like this for my story.
I know it's short, but I still need to know how I did. If I get at least 5 reviews, I'll update the next chapter which is already done.