Author's Note: Don't own FMA. I like the way this one came out
2. Gunshot
She was not afraid of the sound of bullets hissing through the air, nor was she afraid of a gunshot—even if it sounded near her. It would be impractical; she did work with firearms. She was not afraid of the cold, metallic click of a gun. None of that frightened her, not a bit. She was so certain of her lack of fear in guns, that when she was cornered in training, though she knew she had done a pathetic job, she was not afraid. It had been her Colonel who chased her into the corner, and even with the barrel of a gun aimed for her temple, she was not afraid.
But with the click of the safety, the nerves snapped her to attention. She immediately raised a hand in self defense, starting to shove him away. In the back of her mind, she knew his talent with a gun was less than impeccable, but the chance simply wasn't worth taking. Instead, her shove did a bit too little, and he fired.
Amber eyes were wide in shock when the bullet just barely grazed past her ear. She could feel the hair on her head singed. Hawkeye gaped at him. After a moment, he leaned in closer to her, the hand holding the gun resting on her shoulder. "I've got you right where I want you," he murmured, breath stinging against her ear. Then, he turned, and pressed a kiss on her cheek, one hand straying to her waist.
The chaste kiss hadn't unnerved her, but his hand wandering the side of her body did, and she immediately reached for her gun.
But in a move of triumph, he stepped back, waving the gun that had previously been in the holster to her left in her face. "You're a bit easily distracted, Hawkeye!"
With that, he darted, if only to save himself from the wrath of a woman who would, in a moment or so, realize she still had a gun in her holster on the right, and though she might not be afraid of bullets, he certainly was. The thought of a gunshot racing past his head was not something he could tolerate without being concerned, particularly if the gunwoman was Lieutenant Hawkeye herself.
A moment later, the gun was located, and she snapped, "Roy Mustang, you are impossible!" she hollered, and just seconds after that, the distinctive sound of a gunshot rang through the empty training hall.
