For some reason, my astericks regarding footnotes have disappeared. Instead, I just have (1) and (2).

"Six and Two Thirds"

"First Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye, as your punishment, you will receive six and two thirds (1) and KP(2)."

Hawkeye said nothing, but just hung her head in shame.

"Permission to speak freely, sir?" Colonel Roy Mustang asked.

"Permission granted." Fuhrer Bradley stated.

"Sir, don't you think that this punishment is a bit extreme? She only broke the fraternization law. It's not like she committed a horrible crime."

"Colonel, I have stated her punishment and I am not going to change it." Then, turning to two officers, he said, "Take her away."

The two superior officers escorted her out of the room. Roy was fuming with anger. He knew what the Fuhrer really was and what he was trying to do. Hawkeye was the best sniper around, and Bradley wanted to get rid of her. He wanted to get as many obstacles out of his way. Roy looks at his lieutenant but she did not look back. She was deep in her thoughts.

It was just after midnight and Hawkeye was still at work. Resting her head in her hand, she was helping her superior finish his work. Looking up at the colonel, she noticed that he was sleeping at his desk.

"Please wake up and finish your work, sir."

No change. The Flame Alchemist remained asleep.

Clicking the safety off her gun, Hawkeye walked over and placed the barrel on the man's thick raven hair. "Colonel Mustang, please wake up unless you want that pretty face of yours blown off."

Roy jerked awake and started to frantically sign papers. Then, looking up at his lieutenant, who just sat back down, he said, "So, you think my face is pretty?"

Ignoring him, she finished up the last of her work. "I have finished my work, sir. Now, if you don't mind, could you please finish yours so that I can go home?"

"I am finished."

"Then why have you been staring at me?"

"Oh, no reason at all," he started smiling, and then a small laugh escaped his lips.

"Sir?" she said, slowly reaching for her gun.

"Roy got up to get his jacket, but was stopped at the front of his desk. He was smiling even more now.

"Sir," Hawkeye said in a stern voice, "whatever fantasy you are playing in your head, please stop."

Mustang giggled and the lieutenant could swear that she heard him say "miniskirt."

Hawkeye pulled the safety off her gun. Putting the gun on his chest, she used her other hand to push him back onto his desk. "What did you say?"

The colonel, saying nothing, stared into his lieutenant's eyes, his dark eyes standing out against her light ones. Leaning up, he brought his lips to her soft and tender ones. He felt her gun slowly being pulled back from his chest. He brought his hand to her face as she put her arms around his neck.

"Colonel Mus-," the door slammed open.

Mustang and Hawkeye jumped apart. Roy saw that the woman's cheeks were bright red. Looking to the door, the colonel's stomach sank. Fuhrer Bradley walked in, his ever-present secretary following.

"Fraternizing, are we? Well, we'll have to take care of that." An evil smile appeared on the man's face. "Colonel Mustang, First Lieutenant Hawkeye, you are to go home now. When you arrive tomorrow, you will be notified as of how we will deal with this little situation." Still smiling, the Fuhrer and his shadow left the room.

Both soldiers stood there, staring at the spot where their superior just was. Hawkeye was the first to break the silence.

'Good night, sir," Grabbing her coat, she left the office, leaving Roy alone in his fear of the day to follow.

The next day, the two soldiers were ordered to appear before the Fuhrer and his "jury" of officers. After notifying everyone of their inability to follow the law, he looked to the two standing before him.

"Is there anything you would like to say before we discuss what your punishment will be?"

Hawkeye took a step forward, "Permission to speak freely, sir?" she asked.

"Permission granted."

"Sir, please do not punish Colonel Mustang. It was all brought upon by me. It was my fault. Please do not involve him in this, sir." Hawkeye could feel Roy's eyes on her, but she kept her gaze on the Fuhrer.

"Are you sure? You will have to face a hefty punishment on your own if you go through with this."

"Yes, sir. I am the only one to blame. I should be the only one to receive the punishment." Hawkeye could barely believe the words coming out of her mouth. She knew, however, that Mustang could never achieve his goal of becoming Fuhrer if he had this on his record. She knew that if she took the blame, there was still a chance for him.

"Okay then, we will respect your decision." The Fuhrer talked with his officers for a few moments. Then, turning back to face the convicted, he stated her punishment, though Hawkeye barely heard it. She was too busy thinking back to what had happened.

As she was being led out the door, Hawkeye turned around and took one last look at the Colonel's eyes. The look in his onyx eyes told her how much he loved her. Turning back around, Hawkeye thought to herself, I love you too, Roy.

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six months in stockade (military jail) and two thirds pay cut

kitchen police (cleaning and preparing)

My dad helped me with these. Give him credit for the military terms.