Hi all,

It's my first time to write a fanfic so bear with me. Me and my imagination. Roy and Riza. I don't own FullMetal Alchemist and its characters. I rated it T just to be safe. You'll understand someday.

And don't forget to review.

--idontknowhowtofly

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The New Recruit

Today is July 15. Agenda is nothing.

"Finally I can rest." Said the young Lieutenant Mustang. He stretches his long arms and legs as if he did something the whole day, sitting in his armchair the entire day. His friend Hughes was nowhere to be found today. He had a premonition of him going out on a date and he didn't have the nerve to give some for him.

He was single and pre-occupied. Although when ladies come, he couldn't help but mess up those days.

A few seconds later, a man opens the door inside his room. He straightens up.

"Lieutenant Mustang," called the Fuehrer, King Bradley himself.

"Yes sir", he replied eagerly.

"I have an assignment for you that will cover the whole entire year to do so."

This must be a tough one. He thought. A girl with short blonde hair stepped inside the room. She had broad, wide shoulders and her skin was fair, like any ordinary lady on the streets. What was more noticeable about her were her eyes. They were brown and were shaped just like a hawk. A young Roy Mustang was all jittery on her.

"This is Miss Riza Hawkeye," he told him, "Recently graduated from the academy. She's the youngest from the batch and the best I've seen so far. I want you to train her everything you know and what you do in the military even if your personal life had to be involved."

A girl? What a waste of time. He thought once more. It came to his senses that most women in the military were not trained well enough like all other men even if they were on the top of their class. They were always trained to sort out files and bum around with other men (who he thinks are pathetic unlike him) during their free days. It is about time that they train women. Does she have alchemy that's why they are making such a big issue on her training? Or probably time had changed and he didn't notice it flew so quickly.

"Do you have any complaints Lieutenant?" He asked, as if he knew what Roy was thinking about.

"No sir," he murmured out loud.

"Hawkeye, you will be in charge of Mustang." The Fuehrer said, "Take care of him, follow his orders, don't get in his way. Just like a dog would do."

"What?" They asked with disagreement.

The Fuehrer shook his head, a sign he cannot change his decision.

"Alright, I'll leave you two now. I'm leaving her in your hands now Mustang. I'm sure in the end, we'll get some good profit out of this kid." The Fuehrer said his final words and left the room.

He shuts the door and leaving the both of them inside.

"So… "

"The name is Riza." She said in an angrily manner.

"Alright. I think I'll call you Hawkeye. If I call you by your first name, the military might think I have some secret relations with you."

"The name is Riza." She replied once more.

"I don't think you understand." He said, "I am the boss, and you are my trainee. So I can call you in whatever name I want to. You call me Lieutenant Mustang and I call you Hawkeye."

Riza was indignant after hearing such words. She had a name and it was Riza.

To act mature, these words were ringing on her head. She tried to avoid it as much as possible. Her new boss becomes one annoying, irritating kid. She thought about not knowing the circumstances of the military.

"So tell me, why did you even enter the military?" He asked her, "I think you're getting into a lot of trouble."

"It is an honor to serve my own country." She replied.

"What a sweet kid." Roy told her with exaggeration. Then he paused for a while and went on his statement:

"And today I have come to tell you the truth. The military here is where all sorts of dogs are trained to do many dirty works." A sarcastic Roy told her, "But I tell you now, that I'm the best dog ever trained here. That is why people respect me and ---"

"Oh really then?" Answered Riza, cutting his long, exaggerating statement. "What breed are you anyway?"

"The best breed any master would wish to have." He told her.

"You know what, you seem to annoy me." He honestly said to her.

She gave him a sneer look; even she did too get into his nerves.

"But this is the boss' orders. Come on, I'll show you around and let's get lunch after shall we?" He told her, while scratching his head.

A Roy Mustang never knows how to get ladies to lunch. A Riza Hawkeye from her disgusting look to him turned into a confused look. Although confused, she didn't notice herself smiling at it.

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Fürher is really spelled Fuehrer according to the English world. Can't argue with that.