Yeah, I changed the title. It didn't seem to fit since I have a tendency to write a lot, as can be seen by my other fics. Hell my author notes are longer than drabbles sometimes. It might even be impossible for me to write drabbles. Well here is the next batch of royai themes. I'm going straight down the list so they won't be numbered. Also there will be five to each chapter. Let's see. The last chapter had a more serious tone to them. I couldn't help it. Look at the themes: grave, gunshot, battlefield.Well, the ones here won't. They are the result of the remaining fluffiness I had in my head last week. Umm...well, enjoy!
Death
"Hey, Colonel," Havoc asked from the chair across Roy's desk. Roy, who should have been doing his work but wasn't, raised his head up over the stacks of paper to look at his blonde, smoking subordinate. Havoc had come in during his break to annoy Roy, at the request of Maes since he was busy developing new pictures of Elicia.
"What?" Roy replied a bit agitated that this man was bothering him during his self-proclaimed naptime.
"How you ever wonder how you were going to die?" The question had come out of nowhere and it caught Roy off guard.
"And why are you asking me this?" he finally managed to say.
"Well, I was nearly in a car crash this morning. It got me thinking that I might have died that instance. So I've been thinking of how I would leave this world. Would I have died in a freak accident, honorably killed in battle, die of old age, or die because I did something stupid?
"For you, I would say the latter. As for me I'm hoping for old age but with my lifestyle I'll probably die in battle."
"You're probably right."
There was a knock at the door and soon Riza walked in. In her arms was a very large stack of papers mostly for Roy since she already had a stack on her desk that needed to be done. She made her way to her desk, dropping some of the paper in her stack. Then she carried the rest of it to Roy's desk. She placed it on an open spot on Roy's desk.
"On second thought, Havoc, paperwork will be the death of me."
"No kidding," Havoc said staring at the towering stacks of paper on Roy's desk.
"I'll the death of the both of you if you two don't get back to work," Riza said still standing next to Roy's desk. They have forgotten that she was still there. Havoc made a dash to the door when he saw Riza go for her gun. Roy quickly picked a pen and started scribbling like crazy. That did last long. He quickly became bored and stopped working. "Do you need some motivation, sir?" She was standing behind him. Not once had she gone to her desk to actually start on her own paperwork. That had to wait until she could get Roy to do his. She moved to where she was standing in front of him. Bending down, she gives him a light kiss on the lips. "Now, do your paperwork if you don't want me locking you out of the house again."
Roy smiled at her attempt to motivate him. He watched her body make its way to her desk a few feet away from his. Lacing his fingers and putting his elbows on his desk, he laid his chin on it. He stared at her as she took a report from the top of her pile and began working. The smile got bigger on his face as he thought of what they could be doing later or maybe in the next couple of minutes. Riza could feel his gaze on her. She decided to pull out the big guns, not literally.
"Roy, it'll be the death of your sex life if you don't do your paperwork." Roy's gaze faltered. His eyes nearly bulged out their sockets. The normal calm face that he usually had was now in a state of panic. As fast his hand could move, he grabbed his pen and started writing his signature. Riza smiled and continued with her paperwork.
Crime and Punishment
"Riza, can I please have my clothes back?" Roy begged from his position in front of Riza's desk. At the moment, Roy was clad only in his boxers, a pair of socks, and his ignition gloves. His arms were wrapped tightly around his body as it was slightly hunched over, trying to keep warm.
"No," Riza replied. She had not lifted her head to look at him. To her, at the moment, paperwork was more important. That and the fact if she looked up to see Roy in his bunny boxers, she'd burst out laughing again. Roy couldn't stand talking to her if she wasn't going to look at him. He slammed his hands on her desk to draw her attention to him, which it did. Riza looked to where his hands were and followed them up to his eyes. She had to hold back her laughing when she caught sight of his boxers. When her copper eyes met his jet black eyes, she could see he was slightly angry and a bit amused.
"Lieutenant Hawkeye as your superior I order you to give me back all my clothes you have stolen," he said with a serious tone.
"No, sir. This is your punishment for stealing all my pants and leaving only a miniskirt for me to wear to work."
"You're defying a direct order from your superior," he said leaning closer to her. Riza took out a piece of paper and flashed it in front of Roy. A smirk came across her face.
"By order of the fuehrer, I have permission to punish you in any shape or form I deem fit for the crime you have committed." Roy quickly read over the piece of paper in her hand. His face went into shock. Not only was Riza allowed to do whatever she wanted to do to him without any consequences but in addition no one was to help him in any way. "It seems Fuhrer Bradley didn't think your miniskirt joke was funny."
"But-"
"Now go do your paperwork."
"But it's cold at my desk. Can't I have my pants back?"
"No. It wouldn't be punishment if I gave them back to you."
"But it's snowing outside."
"I could always open the window."
"No need, Riza. I'll go do my work, but if I get sick because this you're taking care of me."
"I always take care you when you're sick. Now get to work." Roy solemnly made his way back to his freezing cold desk. He gave a little jump when he sat down in his chair. His body shook as he sat and tried to work on signing the papers on his desk. "I'll give your clothes back at the end of the day."
"How and when did you steal my clothes?"
"I have a key to your room, and I took them last night."
"A key to my room? How did you…Maes!"
"Right on the nose. Now you better kept yourself warm if you don't want to get sick."
"I've got an idea of how to get warm."
Store lined Streets
"Would you hurry up, Roy!" Riza shouted to the trailing Roy. Today was their day off and Riza had convinced Roy that he needed to update his wardrobe. He dragged her along for her clothing opinion. He might as well, she sees him more than anyone else. If anyone knew what looked good on him it would be her. Today Roy wore a white dress shirt with black slacks while Riza wore a simple white sundress. She decided to wear her hair down on this little outing. The two of them had just come out of a clothing store but didn't buy anything. That store had nothing but business suits and Roy wasn't in desperate need of any.
"Can't we take a break?" Roy said as he caught up to her. He was carrying two bags of clothing that he had brought from a previous store. "We've been at this for hours."
"It's only been an hour and a half. We'll take a break after this store. Okay?"
"Okay."
They go into the next clothing store. This store had clothing of the casual and dress up nature. Riza grabs some dress shirts and a couple of t-shirts. They're immediately shoved in Roy's hands, and he is pushed into a dressing room. After seeing them on him, Riza chose which looked good and what didn't. Not satisfied with only finding two suitable shirts, she went in search of some more. She returned to Roy with some more shirts only to find him holding some clothes of his own, except they were women's clothing. There was a smile on his face.
"What are you doing with those?" she asked him.
"Well, I thought you could try on some clothes, too. This is your day off, too, might as well get some new clothes for yourself. I picked some out for you."
"We are here for you, not me."
"Oh, but your using your only day off to help me. At least let me buy you something…as a gift."
"Fine, but if there's a miniskirt in there I'm shooting you."
"But a miniskirt would show off your legs and might I say you have some very nice legs."
"No."
"If I promise to do my paperwork for the next two months without any complaints or a need for your motivation, will at least try them on?"
"Fine," she replied after taking a couple minutes of deliberation. "But if I hear any catcalls or if you tell the gang about this, then expect the military to find your bullet-filled body down by the river."
She exchanged the clothes she had in her hand with the ones in his. Then she walked into a changing room. After recovering from the shock of her answer and threat, Roy walked into an adjacent room. He quickly changed in a new outfit and walked out. Riza was still in her changing room so he waited. He waited a long time. How long could it take to change?
"Riza, are you done yet?" Roy finally asked after what seemed like hours.
"I'm not coming out," Riza called out.
"But why not? Do you need some help?"
"NO!"
"Then come out. Or do you want me come in there?" Roy had a smile across his face as he said this. It would have been a treat to go in there but he would have lost his life if he did. So he stood there as the door slowly opened, and Riza walked out. Roy couldn't help from staring at her. His gaze didn't even falter when he saw that she still wearing her gun holster on her thigh. It made the sight seem even more real. His jaw had dropped in amazement. Riza was wearing a white sleeveless blouse with a black pleated miniskirt. There was a huge blush across her face. She stood in front of Roy, head down because she was to shy to look him in the eyes. "Nice." That caught her attention and she raised her head to look him in the eyes. Her blush became even brighter when she saw the smile. She quickly turned her head away. "I always knew you would look good in a miniskirt."
"This is only a one time deal, Roy." With that she walked back into the dressing room, closing the door behind her. She only opened the door to stick her hear back out. "That's a nice shirt. You should buy it."
After delivering its message, her head went back into the room. Roy went back into his dressing room with a smile that stretched from ear to ear. He quickly changed back into his own clothes and headed back to the clothing section with the shirts he was intent on buying. Like earlier, he finished changing before her. He leant against the wall next to her door waiting for her. The whole time was spent daydreaming about Riza in a miniskirt. The ringing of a bell brought him out of his daydreaming. He looked over to the door to see four women walk in, four women he personally knew. Shelter was in desperate need. He went into the nearest dressing room. He didn't even get to close the door before he went into mental overload. There standing in front of him was Riza, wearing nothing but her underwear.
"ROY!" she shouted as she grabbed her dress, holding it close to her body in attempt to cover as much of her body as she could. Roy was as stiff as a board. The next thing he knew he was literally kicked out of the room. He flew out of the room, landing on his back. She glared at him from her position at the doorway stilling covering her body with her dress. "Stay out here if you know what's good for you." With that she slammed the door closed.
"Hello, Roy," a voice from above him spoke. He tilted his head up to look at the person speaking to him. It was one of the women he saw enter the store. She looked middle-aged. She was looking down at Roy smiling. "Still getting into trouble I see."
"Hi, Mom." He got up from his position on the floor to look her in the eyes. He dusted off the dirt from his clothes and fixed up his hair. The three women from earlier soon joined the two of them. "I see you've brought my dear older sisters."
"Nice to see you, too, Little Brother," one of the women said. "Out shopping with one of your girlfriends."
"No!"
"Then who was the woman that kicked you out?" another sister asked. A smile came onto her face. "Is she someone very special? Maybe a new addition to our family?"
"By the blush that's on his face I would say yes," his final sister said. Roy stood there bright red as his sisters interrogated him.
"Riza is my…" Roy began. Riza took this opportune time to come out of her dressing room, wearing her dress. Roy's sister immediately surrounded her. They looked her over as Roy groaned at the rudeness of his sisters. His mother just continued to smile. Roy knew that wasn't a good thing when it came to the women in his life.
"Welcome to the family," his oldest sister said hugging Riza. The others joined their sister in hugging the blonde woman. Riza stood there being hugged by three women who she didn't know. "You'll fit in just perfectly."
"Umm…Roy?" Riza said confused. She was really confused to have three total strangers hugging her but it was even more confusing to have Roy just stand there like an idiot. Her savior came in the form of the middle-aged women standing next to Roy.
"Now, now. Give her some air. She has enough problems dealing with Roy, though it seems she's doing fine in that department." The women pushed all the women off Riza with little resistance. With them gone Riza could finally get a breath of fresh air in her. Her attention returned to Roy who still hadn't made any signs of being alive. The women soon caught her attention again when they started praising her on how she handled Roy. "That was a good kick you gave him. You showed him who was the boss."
"Most women would have let him see them like that," the oldest one said. "Then again you don't seem to be like the other women."
"Isn't that the truth," another one added. "She isn't against violence although we have a better way of getting Roy to see things our way."
"We just threaten to pull out pictures from his childhood," his mother said. That finally snapped Roy back into reality. He quickly grabbed Riza's hand, the clothes he's buying, and their bags. After paying for his clothes, he made his way out the store dragging Riza behind him. He nearly broke into a sprint when he caught a glimpse of a picture in one of his sister's hand. "Hey, Roy, have you proposed to her yet?"
He definitely broke into a sprint after that. He ran as fast as he could out the store with Riza down the street passing the many stores there. The two of them were blushing like crazy. The proposal question had caught them both off guard. It was suppose to be a simple day of shopping that had turned into total chaos and Riza was completely confused about what happened. After running for a few minutes, Riza stopped and yanked Roy's hand back to make him stop as well, which he did.
"Do you mind telling me what that was all about?" Riza asked looking him in the eyes.
"Umm…that was nothing," Roy said scratching the back of his head with the hand carrying the bags.
"Roy," she said with a serious tone as she took a step closer to him. That tone of her voice always meant that she was going to bring out her gun if he didn't tell her the truth. He gave a quick sigh before starting.
"That…they…the three ladies that hugged you were…my sisters," Roy said trying to find the right words to describe his family. It would have been easier to say they were Maes's sisters by the way they acted. The blush on his face had become even brighter when he noticed how close he was to her after she had taken that step towards him. "And that woman that basically saved you from them was my mom. Let's just say that Maes and I was switched at birth. That would probably explain things better."
"Oh."
"Sorry for all the trouble."
"It's alright. Let go have lunch then we can finish our shopping afterwards." With that Riza walked towards a nearby café pulling Roy along by the hand. Roy tightened his grip around her hand and made his way to stand beside her as they walked to the café. A smile came onto Roy's face as he noticed that Riza had not once let go of his hand since he had taken hers. Somewhere in the background he knows that his mom and sisters are watching them. Maes would probably run into the women of his family sooner or later if he had not already. That was quickly confirmed when he heard the man and soon after his mom.
"Propose to her already!"
"And make me some grandchildren!"
Unknown Past
In East City, Roy Mustang's favorite pastime, aside from going on dates, was playing chess with the commanding general of the east, Lieutenant General Grumman. Whenever he had the time, he and the general would play a round or two of chess. Sometime he would go to him even if he didn't have the time, mainly when there were towers of paperwork to avoid. Nearly each game would end in a lost or a stalemate. Roy couldn't win against the old timer. So here he was in the general's office playing chess in the hopes of actually winning one but this time he wasn't alone. On a nearby couch was First Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye. She was currently reading a book while he and Grumman had their match. Normally she would be dragging Roy out to do his work but it was a few minutes to their lunch break so she let him get away with not doing his paperwork this time. The only reason she stayed there was to make sure that he doesn't play through the entire workday.
"Riza, you don't have to wait for me," Roy said as he moved a knight to capture one of Grumman's pawns. "I'll be back in the office when lunch is over."
"I'm fine waiting, and we all know that I'll end up dragging you out of here anyways. It's better if I just stay here."
"She's got you there, Mustang," Grumman said that he moved a bishop. "She usually does drag you out of here kicking and screaming. I've never known a man of your rank to act like a child when his subordinate pulls him away to do his work."
"Well, I'd rather play chess than do paperwork."
The minutes passed and Roy was horribly losing to Grumman. He had lost most of his pawn and some of his knights. Grumman had lost some of his pawns and a bishop. He had more experience than Roy so it was some easy to tell who would win. Riza was content to read her book and every once and awhile look at the clock to see how much they had left.
"So Lieutenant how is your mother?" Grumman said out of the blue. It totally caught Roy off guard and he nearly put his queen in the wrong block. "She is doing well?"
"She is doing fine," Riza replied not bothering to look up. "She said if my father buys another gun for my birthday, she'd shoot him with it. Also she sends her love and wishes that you would call more often."
"You know her mother?" Roy blurts out.
"Yes, I've actually known the lieutenant since she was a baby," Grumman replies with a fond smile. Roy is completely lost in his mind. He thought he was the only one in the military that knew her best, aside from Maes but that was different since the man could easily get her file and learn about her that way. As he thought it over, he realized that he barely knew anything about her. She basically knew everything of him but he knew practically nothing of her. He knew her name, she could cook since she occasionally made an extra lunch for him whenever she brought one for herself, loved reading, is a dog-lover, is strict but kind. He knew things of her now but knew nothing of Riza's past, her family. The general continued with his fondness of the lieutenant. "She was the cutest little thing whenever her father brought her along with him to work. The first thing she would always do was latch onto my leg and stay there for the rest of the day."
"Riza, we've known each for awhile as well, don't we?"
"A couple of years."
"But in all that time I don't know anything from before I met you. Hell, don't know that much of you right now."
"What do you want to know? I'm not that complicated."
"How old are you?"
"25."
"Really? You're not just trying make yourself younger like most women do."
"Have you known me to ever lie to you?"
"Good point," Roy said as he continued his game with Grumman. The general was smiling. He had trapped Roy in his web of deception with that innocent little question. He was going to get what he had been trying to accomplish since Roy was placed under his command and he was going to win this chess game, too. "And your family? What about them?"
"My mother and father live in West City. My father was in the military but retired a few years before the Ishbal War. Since I'm an only child, I'm carrying out the family tradition."
"So you don't have any family members close by."
"Just those in the military," Riza said as she closed her book and got up. Their lunch break was almost over and she was preparing herself to be ready if Roy was in need of being dragged back to work. She made her way to Roy and Grumman. She stood next to the table that the chessboard was on, studying the game that the two men were playing.
"You mean me and the others."
"Yes, you and the others as well as my grandfather. He is a lieutenant general in the military."
"Really? Do I know him?"
"I would think so," Riza replied taking Roy's queen and moving it in front of a knight. Roy tried to stop her but was taken back by the rest of her response. "You're playing chess with him right now." She smiled and faced Grumman. The smile was aptly returned when he figured what had happened. "And that was checkmate, Grandfather."
"I never could beat you, my dear."
"Well, I had a good teacher."
"I didn't teach you to be that good. So should we put this down as a win for Mustang?"
"No, he would have lost if I didn't make the move. Just don't count this game."
"I guess he's still winless against me."
"Well, we must be off," Riza said after giving her grandfather a quick kiss on the cheek. "There is a lot of paperwork the colonel has to do."
During their little conversation, Roy looked like he was frozen in time. His face had remained in a shocked look. One arm was outstretched to where he was about to grab his queen from Riza's hand. He hadn't made a move since he learned that his favorite superior was the grandfather of his favorite subordinate. It was no wonder now why he had always liked the two. They were complete opposites but there was a similar aura around the two. He was only brought back when Riza said his first name from her position at the door. Her using his first name always knocked him back into reality. Roy came back to life to find Riza holding the door open for him and Grumman putting up the chessboard and its pieces. They rose from their chairs at the same time.
"So Mustang, would you-" Grumman began.
"I accept," Roy interrupted him. He knew what Grumman was going to ask. The man asked the same thing at every chess game they had. This time the general would get a different answer since Roy finally knew whom he was talking about. "But now is not the time."
"Indeed," was all that Grumman said.
Roy gave a salute and the general dismissed him. He walked passed the confused Riza and out the door towards his office. Riza stood there with her hand still lingering on the door. She was currently analyzing what had just happened between Roy and Grumman. It didn't take her long to figure it out.
"Grandfather, you didn't."
"What? I didn't do anything."
"Don't play dumb. I can't believe you did that."
"Well, he did accept it."
"You shouldn't have."
"You're my only granddaughter. I want to make sure you're taken care of. Besides you don't have to worry about finding a husband now."
"Grandfather…"
Promise
Riza entered hers and Roy's office just as Ed came out fuming with Al following a few steps behind him. After closing the door, she turned her attention to Roy who was leaning against the front of his desk with a smirk on his face.
"What did you call him this time?" Riza asked walking to him with a stack of paperwork she gone to get a couple of minutes ago.
"Just the usual: shrimp, munchkin, shorty, midget." Roy pushed himself of his desk to stand up straight when Riza stood in front of him. She practically shoved the stack into his hands. He looked down at it with a gloomy face. "More paperwork?"
"Think of it as karma for all the times you make fun of Edward's height."
"But I didn't tease him that much."
"I wouldn't be so sure of that," Riza replied as she turned to walk to her desk. Roy quickly put the stack of paper on his desk before he turned back around to grab one of Riza's wrists and pulled her back to him where their bodies were only a few centimeters apart.. "Sir?"
"Riza…" Roy began as he wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her closer to him. She rested her hands on his chest as their two bodies touched. "What are you getting me for my birthday next week?"
"It wouldn't be a surprise if I told you."
"But I want to know. I could order you to tell me."
"And I could just not come."
"Cruel woman."
"If you finish all of your work by the end of the day, I'll give you a hint."
"Promise?"
"Yes, I promise."
Roy went through his paperwork at lightning speed. He finished with plenty of time to spare. Riza was done before him. That was the one thing that amazed him. How could she finish before him when he usually dumped half of his work on her? But on to more important things. The two of them stood in the middle of the room. Roy was anxious to figure out what Riza was getting him.
"Okay, I finished my paperwork," Roy said jumping from one foot to the other. "What is it?"
"I don't feel like telling you now."
"But you promised."
"Did I? I guess I lied." Roy face had gone from happy as can be to disappointed, but that didn't last long since an idea came to his head. If she wasn't going to give him the hint that she promised then he was going to force it out of her. Before Riza could take in what had happen, she was on the ground with her body being held down by his and her arms pinned near her head by his hands. It took her mind a few seconds to finally comprehend that he had gently tackled her to the ground. "Roy, what the hell are you doing!"
"Getting that hint out of you?"
"Get off of me! People could walk in and see us like this!"
"Not until you tell me."
"No, I don't want to ruin the surprise."
"Then I'm not getting off."
Riza had to think of something quick to get out of this predicament. If someone, aside from their friends, caught them in this position then they would surely get court-marshaled. She couldn't tell him what she was going to give him. It was an extremely special gift that she was giving him, and she couldn't let him find out what it was before the party. It would ruin the surprise. There was one thing she could do. She was going to hate doing this later but there was no other way.
"Roy, if I promise to jump out of your birthday cake wearing a miniskirt, will you quit asking what your birthday present is?" she shouted out.
"Hell yes!" Roy said after he finally got over the shock of hearing Riza's proposal.
"Now get the hell off me!"
"Not yet," Roy said keeping her firmly flat against the ground. "You promise? This isn't a trick like the last time?"
"I promise. Now off."
"How can I be sure your not lying?"
"I swear on your life that I'm not lying."
"Aren't you suppose to swear on your own life?"
"No, we are suppose to swear on things we couldn't live without."
"Oh. Okay."
"Now get off me, Roy."
Roy didn't make a move to get off her. He had other ideas on mind. A smirk came on his face as he looked at the irritated Riza beneath him. He was in the perfect position for some of his ideas. The others would have to wait because of what she said earlier. Someone could walk in and see them. Right now he would have to wait for the perfect opportunity. He didn't have to wait long because Riza had become impatient with having to wait for Roy to get off her. She wasn't even sure that Roy had heard her order. Her mouth opened to tell him to get off her again. That was when Roy lowered his mouth onto hers. She was caught off guard for a second but she quickly returned the kiss. All seem to be forgotten as the two of them laid on the ground kissing.
"A promise sealed with a kiss," Roy said after he broke from the kiss. "Now I don't need to worry about you breaking it."
"Fine, now get off me before someone…"
Riza didn't even get to finish the sentence as the door began to open. The two of them knew they had just been caught in an inappropriate position. Now all they had to do was face their would be executors. They moved their line of sight from each other to the doorway. It was worse than they thought. The person standing there was someone who would torture them mercilessly for this encounter, Roy especially.
"Am I interrupting anything?" Maes asked with a grin on his face.
"Umm, no…just making a promise," Roy answered.
"A promise that you would marry her?" Maes eagerly asked. He could tell that Roy was going to kill him for that question. As for Riza, she had a really good control on her emotions but deep down she wanted to shoot him. She would have if Roy would let go of her wrists so she could grab her gun. Roy made a move to get up, and Maes made a move to run but he being Maes whipped out a camera and took a couple of pictures before running down the hallway. Roy got up and pulled Riza along with him. After dusting off their uniforms of whatever was on it, they casually made their way through the building in search of their soon to be crispy and bullet-filled friend.
"Don't forget, Riza. A promise is a promise."
See what I mean when I said me writing drabbles might be impossble. Well, how did you like them? Fluffy enough? Should I go back to being serious? Review and tell me.
