With Love, Riza

Chapter Title: Pressure

Rating: T (for language)

A/N: This is just a repost with better grammar. Sorry for the trouble.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own FMA.

At the risk of sounding clichéd...

It was a normal spring night in Central. The birds were going to sleep, the tourists' were going out to eat, and couples were picking up their picnics in the park. The only disturbance was coming from Central's Military Headquarters, where Roy Mustang was trying to escape the barrel of Brigadier General Riza Hawkeye's gun.

"Psycho!"

"Roy Mustang, now that you are my first lieutenant, I order you to give me back that book!"

"Ouch." Riza's expression changed from mad to pissed, so he tried to reason with her. "I just want to see what it is!"

"If I tell you will you give it back?"

"Maybe."

"No, no maybes I need to know."

"Fine, yes." Riza looked around, even though she knew they were alone.

"Ok, it's my..." She grimaced. "It's my diary from when I was young...er."

"A diary?" He tried to hold back his laughter. "Even when we were kids you did have a d-diary."

"And just how would you know that?" She snapped. "Even if you were my best friend, you were still a boy and I wouldn't have told you."

"You would've told me." He said smugly.

"No, no I wouldn't have. Now, please give it back!" Riza held out one and pointed her gun at him with the other. He took his chance, it would be a long shot, and ran into the nearest open door. Before Riza knew what had happened he locked the door. She ran to the door and started banging on it.

"Roy, please! I'll beg you! Get down on my knees and beg! DON'T READ IT!"

"Well, now I know what it is I have to read it." He called.

"No. You. Don't." She said sternly.

"Come on, Riza." Nobody had called her 'Riza' in years, especially Roy. For some odd reason, she was excited to hear it.

'Maybe he could read just a tad.' Her defense voice was low today, but when her logical side cut of her 'low defense' side it went all off.

'Elizabeth! Stop being a so soft. God! What has happened to you? Don't you remember what you put in that particular diary? About you undying love for the 18 year old, 17 year old, 16 year old, and 15 year old Roy?' Riza started banging on the door harder.

"Roy! Roy! Come out of there, NOW!"

"I'm reading!"

"Fine! Read it! See if I care!" She screamed, hoping he would come out. Riza waited for a minute...nothing. "Ugh! You...you are so...so...UGH!" She walked away. Roy opened the door just a crack to see if she had left, when he saw the front door close he ran out and quickly sprinted to his apartment. Since he had been living in the snow, and hadn't ran since the Elric incident he was a little out of breath. Once he caught his breath he sat down and opened it the diary categorized! There were only 4 tabs though. They read Age 15, Age 16, Age 17, and Age 18. Roy opened the book to the first page; he was surprised to say the least.

-No, Dragons. No, Dragons. No, Dragons. No, Dragons-

Dear Diary,

My name is Elizabeth Hawkeye but I prefer Riza. I'm 15 years old, and I'm barely starting a diary? I must really be desperate. "For What?" You ask. A way to vent. On to business, today we met our new neighbors: Katerina, Adam and Roy Mustang. Roy is nice, but I worry. I punched him in the face though. He's a bit on the crazy side. The first thing he asked me was, 'Where's your dad?' Hence the reason I pushed him. By the way, he has crazy beautiful onyx eyes, and he wants to be Furher! FURHER! I told him I that he was crazy right after he hugged me. Or was that later? I don't really know. Anyway I thought since my mom is in the military, I could be too. You know to help him to the top. He also told me that tomorrow his best friend Maes Hughes is coming, and he wants me to meet him. I'm actually kind of looking forward to spending the day with Roy. He's pretty nice for the 'Future Furher'. Ha.

With Love,

Riza.

Slightly bemused Roy, Roy turned the page.

Dear Diary,

I almost KISSED Roy! I've known the guy for a day and I already almost kissed him! What's wrong with me? He is really nice, and funny, and cute, and...You remember Roy? Of course you do. Well, today I met Roy's best friend Maes. He's really funny, but all he talks about is this girl Gracia. Maes also likes to shove pictures in people's faces, and I just about hit him. But since Maes wouldn't just STOP shoving those pictures in my face, I kinda sorta punched him too. I couldn't help myself he was in my pretense bubble! Even though he was really annoying I liked him. He had a certain fatherly tone about him. Roy and Maes 'left' at around 2, but after they had went to bed Roy came back. He just started a conversation, and even though we didn't really talk that much...it was really nice, and we both fell asleep in the fort. Roy went home in the middle of the night though. Not that I was watching his every move or anything.

With Love,

Riza.

P.S. He kissed me after we walked Maes home..

Roy thought back. He really couldn't remember why he went back after everybody had fallen asleep, and he also couldn't imagine why it took him so long to read only two entries. Roy sat and thought for a while, when he realized it was almost 12:30 in the morning. Luckily tomorrow was his day off so he really didn't care. Roy quickly read the rest of Age: 15.

--Don't meddle in the affairs of dragons, you are crunchy and taste good with ketchup.--

Riza ran out of the door leading to the outside, and went down a dark alley. She took twenty deep breaths and walked back around the building. She had to get that diary. If Roy, of all people, read the whole thing… He would find out she was madly in love with him, his womanizing side and his lazy side in all, and had been since she was 15 years old. When she got to the closet she found it was open and Roy gone.

"Shit!" She cursed under her breath. "Shit, shit, shit." Riza looked at the clock and realized how late it actually was. She debated with herself for a few minutes and decided that she couldn't do anything about anything tonight so she went home. Since tomorrow was her day off she could just go to Roy's house and get the diary back. That, late, night Riza and Black Hayate went to bed knowing that it would be a sleepless night.

-Avert Not, Thine Eyes-

When Riza woke up at noon the next day, Black Hayate was barking at the door. She got up, put her lavender robe over her sky blue nightgown, and got her gun. Riza opened the door only to find Roy Mustang standing in her doorway, hands shoved in his pockets.

"Want to go for a walk?"

"Do you want to give me back that diary?"

"I was thinking that, maybe, we could stop and get it. After we go for the said walk."

"I-I'm not dressed." She said.

"I'll wait." Riza hurriedly ushered Roy into her apartment and went to take a shower. Roy sat on the small bed, since there wasn't any couch in sight. He looked around and realized that this room looked a lot like Riza's old room, except there were no pictures on the wall. Mustang DID notice a small picture frame on the small desk. He went over to the desk and picked up the large frame. Within the boundaries of the frame was a photo of Roy and Riza in front of Riza's house, holding each other, and smiling like there was no tomorrow. Lost in the picture Roy didn't notice Riza come out of the bathroom wearing a green button up shirt with a black undershirt and a black skirt coming to just below her knees. She stood there, watching him, for a moment before speaking up.

"Are you just going to stand there?" Roy jumped in surprise and almost dropped the picture.

"Oh, uh…Sorry." He stared at her.

"What?"

"Nothing, you look good in something other than uniform."

"Thank you." An awkward silence fell between them.

"Let's go." Roy said, shockingly shyly. They stepped out into the cool spring air; Riza shivered a little.

"I forgot my jacket." She started to go back inside but Roy stopped her.

"Here," He took his coat off, revealing a black button-up shirt. "Take mine."

"Thank you." They strolled across the street to the park. Once in, a little ways, they came across a ice cream cart.

"Do you want some ice cream?" Roy asked.

"Yes, please."

"What kind?" She looked at the side of the cart at the flavors.

"Ummm...Vanilla." Roy turned to the vendor.

"Two vanilla cones, please." He turned back to Riza.

"What?"

"Nothing, I'm just waiting for some ice cream."

"Okay..." They looked into each others eyes as if searching for a sign, but the moment was broke by the vendor handing Roy the ice cream.

"Here you go." He handed Riza hers, and paid for them. They walked to the pond in the middle of the park and sat down on the bench. For a brief moment they just enjoyed the sounds of the park. The laughing, playing, and nature of it all. Roy was the first to break the silence.

"Riza, why...why did you join the military?" She was stunned by this question.

"I think you know the answer to that. My parents were in the military, and my grandfather was in the military." She lied. Half of the reason was her family ties to the military, but the other half was staring her in the face. "Why do you ask now?"

"I was just wondering." The wind blew drops Riza's ice cream flew into Roy's face.

"Are you ok?" She tried to hold back her laughter.

"I'm fine." He said, as he wiped his face off.

"You're sure?"

"Yeah." He leaned over and 'accidentally' put his ice cream in Riza's face.

"Ugh! I can't believe you did that!"

"Sorry." He said innocently. "Accident."

"Oh really?" Riza ran her finger along her ice cream and held it up.

"Don't." He stated.

"Why?"

"Because you just got ice cream on me."

"Not a good enough answer." She splat the ice cream on Roy's cheek. He got a devilish smirk on his face and started tickling her. Riza started laughing so hard she fell off the bench.

"STOP!"

"Say it."

"Say! WHAT?!"

"You. Know."

"Roy! M-mustang is the best looking BOY ever." Roy got up and wiped the dust off of him before giving Riza his hand. She dusted off her skirt and turned to Roy, hair a total mess. "That could have been potentially embarrassing. I'm wearing a SKIRT!"

"Sorry."

"And you've been making me say that since we were teenagers." Roy chuckled and tucked a stray hair behind her ears. His fingers lingered for a while, and they locked eyes. Their faces were mere centimeters apart, and just before they kissed a little boy ran by and bumped into Roy. They both looked away, secretly wishing it had happened, but worried that it would. The rest of the day they walked around the huge park at least 12 times, just talking, like they used to. That day nothing mattered; not the military, not the diary, nothing.

A/N: There it was...again. Tell me what you think. PLEASE?