Roy Mustang Has a Crush!
Like Jean, Roy was somewhat a ladies man and like Jean he too had struck out with a woman. The only difference was, whereas Jean had struck out thrice with three different women, Roy had struck out with the same woman thrice.
Attempt One: A Handsome Man Indeed
"My, Oh my. Where did you get those flowers from?" Roy teased as Riza entered with a bouquet in her hand.
"A boy at school." She answered without paying much attention to the curious looks Roy was giving her.
"Who would have thought, you are quite popular, aren't you?" Truthfully, it wasn't surprising to Roy at all. Riza was beautiful no matter how you looked at her and despite her reserved nature she was kind hearted. In fact, Roy thought it would surprising if people did not fall for her.
"I wouldn't say so. This is only the second time I have receive much a gift."
'It's probably because you intimidate the guys at school.' Roy mused but did not voice it, he didn't plan to die young.
"You accepted his gift?" Roy asked, showing only slight bitterness.
"Of course. He went to the trouble of giving them to me and he had the courage to tell me his feelings. The least I could do was accept his offering."
"Quite noble of you, I'm impressed." Roy watched as Riza put the flowers in a vase on the central table. The gentleness with which she arranged the flowers sent Roy's heart beating fast.
"Will you also accept his feeling too?"
"No." She answered bluntly. "I don't have any feeling for him."
"Hmm... So is their someone you do have feelings for?" Roy asked, a sly smile playing on his lips.
He wasn't sure what kind of expression Riza had, since she had her back to him but Roy was dying to know.
"No." She replied firmly.
"No one you have taken fancy to? Someone you find attractive?"
"Well." She paused to think. "I don't particularly find anyone attractive." Roy didn't know what he was hoping for but the response was very Riza-like.
"While on the subject, I have been receiving compliments about my looks quite often recently." Roy joked.
"Is that so?" She turned to regard him and Roy had to fight the blush creeping up to his face. "Don't mind me saying Mr. Mustang, but I find your looks average at best."
For a moment it appeared that Roy had gone into shock His body went ridged and eased only when Riza burst out into laughter.
Attempt Two: Her lips
Two years later, Riza was now fifteen and still just as beautiful; Roy was seventeen and even more aware of her now.
"It's getting late, don't you have be home Roy?" He didn't realize when he changed from Mr. Mustang to just 'Roy', but he was thankful for it.
"I'm in no hurry." Roy replied. His gaze was fixated on the window and his mind seemed to be in another time.
"In that case, would you like to have dinner with us?"
"Will that be okay?" He asked, his attention now on Riza.
"Father is refusing to come out for dinner, so I have plenty of food to share." Roy didn't fail to notice the worried undertone.
"How long has it been?"
"Three days." Sometimes Roy wondered if Berthold survived only by throwing insults at his apprentice for Roy had never seen the man take a single bite of food.
"Thanks for dinner Riza."
"Not a problem. Goodnight." Riza walked him to the door like usual, but instead of going his merry way, Roy just stood awkwardly in front of the door.
"Would you like to sleep here as well?" Riza raised an eyebrow.
"Actually, I'll take you up on that offer."
"Goodbye Roy." She emphasized.
It hadn't been even two minutes before Riza heard a knock on the door.
"Yes?"
"Care for some star gazing?" Berthold wasn't likely to make an appearance, so killing some with with Roy didn't seem like a bad idea to Riza.
The two do them sat side by side on the patio. Roy was acutely aware of how their shoulders and knees their touching and how their hands were merely centimeters away from each other's.
Somehow the atmosphere was different, today. They both were rather silent, not because it was awkward but because it was comforting. The crescent moon cast a heavenly shadow over Riza and the soft breeze brought with it the scent of flowers.
It seemed a good a time as any to Roy. It could not be denied, Roy had kissed several girls before. It was not so much that he had feelings for them, but rather he saw it as a service he did them. One could even call him a veteran.
Now matter how many lips he kissed, he could not erased the curiosity he held for Riza's. He had played countless scenarios and fantasizes in his head but nothing could be as good as the real thing.
"Riza." He whispered.
Roy had imagined many things, but did not except to meet a hard, woolen aftertaste.
"Roy?" Roy pulled back at the sound of his name only to realize that Riza had suddenly got up and he had kissed her leg.
"What are you doing?" Roy's lips were still puckered when Riza questioned him.
"I'm trying to smell the roses!"
Attempt Three: The Proposal
Roy Mustang had sustained many injuries towards the end of the Ishval war, the only comfort he had was the notion that Riza was sharing the hospital ward with him.
"How are you Major?" Riza asked now that Roy had finally stirred out of sleep.
"I'm quite alright Hawkeye. How about you?"
"I haven't sustained any critical injuries, sir."
A short, spiteful laugh left Roy's lips. "Can we drop the formalities for once? There is no one to hear us. Hearing you say it makes me want to-"
"How are you doing, Roy?" Riza asked softly.
"The military life was supposed to be noble. How did it turn out to be so cruel?"
"You were just following orders."
"To hell with 'orders'. Right now I just want some sense of normalcy. I want to feel humane again. I get it now, why Hughes talks so much about marrying Garcia."
"I suppose you're right."
"I'm thinking when I go back, I'll get myself fiancé too. Someone who enjoys wearing miniskirts and hates rain the way I do. She also needs to be hot and from a good family. Preferably someone who enjoys to cook." Roy's little outburst had Riza laughing.
"Good luck with that. Such women don't fall out of the sky you know?"
"You're right. It's a lot of hard work, I suppose I should just marry you. What do you say?"
"No."
"You didn't have to refuse me so quickly." Roy laughed. "Besides what's wrong with me?"
"Firstly, your obsession with miniskirts, it's not a very comfortable garment for women. You also tend to talk too much and procrastinate too much. Sometimes you're boarder line tyrannical and you look terrible with a mustache."
"That's a long list you have there Riza. Does the subject of marrying me plague you that often?"
"Umm..." Riza quietened. "Maybe someday when this country doesn't need us."
"I'll look forward to it."
"The deal's off if you ever grow a moustache." Riza smiled.
Bonus: Love Triangle
The biggest rejection Roy faced was during an off day. Relieved that he had a day to himself, Roy set out to Hawkeye's apartment with the day completely planned.
"Since I have time to kill, I have decided that I'll have you accompany me."
"I am very sorry, but I have to take Hayate for a walk. I also have to bathe him later and there is a lot of housework that needs to be done."
"What is this Hawkeye? You're choosing your dog over me? Have you forgotten I am your supervisor?"
"Technically, sir, we're both off duty. Now if you'll excuse me, it's time for Hayate's walk."
Hayate, as if throwing salt to the wound, barked at Roy and then waged his tail happily for Riza.
"Damned mutt."
"Me?" Roy questioned. "I'm not Havoc."
"That wasn't much of an answer either sir!" Havoc of course was quick to jump in.
"I get to ask the next one." Rebecca yelled. "This one if for Riza. What do you look for in a guy?"
"Me? Ah..."
Next chapter Riza describes her ideal guy.
Author's Note: I hope you enjoyed this chapter. It was a bit of a mess but I feel like that's how thing are between these two.
Also, just to clarify in the first part (Attempt one) Riza is around 13 and Roy is 15.
Riza refers to Roy as Major (in Attempt Three) because it takes place right after the Ishval war and Roy hadn't been promoted to Colonel at the time.
Disclaimer: I do not own FMA. All right belong to the creator.
