Chapter Two: The Magazine

Pairings: Riza/ well, you'll see

Warnings: Well, I'm not sure if this technically counts as Yuri, but I thought it was funny. So just read it. Oh, and there's no real warnings.


Not surprisingly, it had been Havoc who'd brought in the magazine. It had all started with him leaning over to Breda and, grinning like the Chesire Cat, sliding the magaizine to his portly friend underneath the desk. From there it had escalated into what it was now, five or six men sitting around a table in the Cafeteria and passing the magazine from hand to hand.

It was a very good magazine, all the pictures in it very... realistic. Havoc had just turned to a shot of two girls, looking very happy and very naked, when he felt the book being snatched from his hands. Looking up, the officer found himself looking up at none other than Riza Hawkeye.

The woman's face was unreadable as she stared down at the picture for what felt like an eternity. Havoc had already composed his eulogy in his mind, and had moved on to which wood he'd prefer for his coffin, when the magazine was thrown back down on the tabletop.

"That would work better lying down," Hawkeye said, tone deceptivly passive, "And you really need three women to do what they're trying to do."

Havoc very nearly swallowed his cigerette, and all around him the men's jaw's dropped. Hawkeye just shook her head and walked away, muttering to herself, "Idiotic men. They'll believe anything."