Okay, thanks for the first one. This might be a little early but I have so many plans for next week. Forgive me. Please don't forget to review.
--idontknowhowtofly
The Collide of Flames and Pistols
Their thoughts had kept them busy.
Roy Mustang, a man who probably has one of the best masculine features. Still single and pre-occupied. He's not good with the ladies and the good lo knows that. No he was never good with the ladies. He starts the fire and soon mess it up. It's like burning important files that should not be in the first place. According to his best friend, Maes, he'd end up being the best friend material; Roy Mustang had denied this statement a million times already.
He thinks he's the best dog alive in the military but everyone knows how he stinks on the papers. What more if he got his promotion someday?
He now has a dog to train, Riza Hawkeye. Someday, she'd be doing all his work. That's the job of the boss anyway, give the work to your employee and you're done in an instant. But at the meantime, dogs are to be trained; they'll be doing the work if they can walk on their own. The master will soon get his profit instead of the dog. But a man who does not care anything but he would rather leave that useless crap behind and move on.
That will be someday, but not for long.
To Riza Hawkeye, it was an honor getting a job to serve the country. Probably the worst one alive, being a soldier. Her parents would have killed her now for choosing such a wrong path. No one knows went into her head that day she left for the academy. She could have been a politician, a doctor, and a housewife with kids on her hands, taking care of the house while her husband is away. She chose to look for her own happiness and for others sake. She rather chose the path in which women were discriminated at, guns, goons, and war. It was a period of discrimination. She wasn't a god to change that.
And now a man named Roy Mustang is training her. She is still confused. It could have been Bradley; it could have been Maes doing the work. But why of all living creatures, it had to be him?
"So..."
"Hawkeye," she said to complete his words.
"Right," he replied, "Still confused with your name. It looks hard to pronounce."
"What are you good at?" He asked her.
"Pistols." Riza answered him
"Every soldier knows how to handle a gun well." He said to her, "I happen to be the Flame Alchemist. Not only I can handle the fire in my hands, I can handle guns. Guns and fire make the strongest weapon of all time."
"You think you are the only man living in this universe, and you think you are a god!" Riza retorted and gave him a fist. "And who the heck knows what you are? No one even praises you, even I don't!"
"Why on earth are you so angry at me? You don't' talk to you boss like that!" He answered back.
"I don't have a boss to look at. And besides I don't like you since I met." She told him.
"But I saw you smile when I asked you out for lunch."
Riza turned slightly pink and Roy must have noticed it and gave her a nasty grin.
"Oh so I get it"
"What was that supposed to mean?" she asked him sternly.
"I think you like me. You know people don't really mean the things." He told her, in a joking manner.
She hit her hands on the table; she stood up, and slapped him.
"You suck, just like any other men, vain and---"
"And what?" He interrupted her.
She turned slightly red, stomped her feet, banged the door and left. She couldn't say anything. People inside were murmuring to each other. Like as if Roy Mustang didn't hear them. He snapped his fingers, a flame suddenly sparked. They shivered with fear and they fell quiet. He left, angry still he didn't know what exactly did he do to Riza. He went back to his room, contemplating and staring into space.
A few hours later, he went strolling around the place. Not so far from where he was, he suddenly heard the pull of the trigger, the sound of the bullet hitting walls. Or was it? He came to check inside, thinking it was some sort of training. Then he remembered Riza. But he didn't care at all. Besides, how could he train a dog who doesn't even wish to love his master?
Inside that room was Riza, shooting for a bullseye.
"I thought you were good at pistols? Why can't you even make a bullseye just three feet away from you?"
"It's because your annoying, nonsense talks can't make me concentrate"
"Oh really"
"Can you just shut your—"
He puts his arms on top of her shoulders making her shoulders rested. She could feel his body wrapped around her.
"Every soldier knows when you hold a gun, all you have to do is to…"
He puts his hands, wraps her fingers closely to the gun and slides his index finger on the trigger, where her index was. He pressed it gently.
"…Relax," he said, finishing his words.
Bang! Goes the bullet. Out of the gun and went just right through the very middle.
Bullseye!
He presses her index finger, and it touches the trigger. Then bang went the bullet, and went straight to the middle.
Another bullseye!
"I told you so. Every military student knew those techniques didn't they?"
Idiot. That was unexpected. That was just sheer luck. She could have done that. She thought.
"Well I knew that before," Riza said, still trying to defend her actions.
"Today's lesson is over." He told her with a smile on his face. "Look, I don't know what I have done to you, but I'm sorry if that is what you want. Although I don't know why I'm doing this. But let's make this relationship friendlier. I mean as a teacher and a student."
There was silence. Then Roy turns back, and then he starts to walk away. Then he heard her stern voice.
"Yes sir!"
He looked back; it was Riza, saluting him. He left the place and Riza smiled.