This my first attempt at writing a fanfiction work. I hope someone could help me. I contacted a lot of people for beta-ing this story all to no avail. If you could volunteer or suggest someone please do. Until then I hope I'm not too bad at writing things. I want to do a three part piece. This is the first part.
It had always been like this. For as long as Mustang could remember she was always there by his side. When he began the journey of becoming a flame alchemist she supported him whole heartedly. She had always been there just two doors down the hall. Regardless of what time it was. She was always there for him when he needed someone to confide in. She was there- with a heart warmingly welcome smile and cup of chocolate cream and coffee.
She would listen in as he debated with her father about the viability of a new technique. They would sit in the library. She would sit on the sofa with her cheeks resting on her drawn up knees. He always provided new insights into her father's work despite the latter's insistence that every facet of his work was thoroughly researched and that there was nothing more to add.
She would listen to him as he jolted her from sleep with an exuberant and ceaseless pounding of her door. She would sit before him resting her back against the head board and her blanket draped over shoulder. He would tell her the latest developments of the night and they would fine tune the theory until Mustang felt content with his work and then he would take his leave with a mechanical apology for keeping her awake.
They weren't close. Despite their unfailingly regular interaction Riza could not confidently say that she felt close to him. She understood him. She understood how he worked. He was a little rough around the edges but sincere. He was arrogant but loyal. He was an enigma.
Riza the civilian's association with him ended with her father's demise. Riza felt lost. Her only anchor, her father was gone. She despaired.
The haunted look in her eyes refused to leave for nearly months together. Mustang had made all the arrangements for Mr Hawkeye's funeral. He could not bring himself to abandon her, especially as he was to be deployed in three weeks. He tried to stay away but he couldn't bring himself to.
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