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Chapter Two: I'm going where?!
Hawkeye pulled up in front of the colonel's home.
Walking up to the front door she rang the door bell.
Colonel Roy Mustang, wet haired, and unfortunately for Hawkeye, fully dressed opened the door.
"Sir, are you aware that you are getting water on your uniform?" She asked rhetorically, but he answered anyway.
"Yes I'm aware," He looked at her sadly. "I don't feel like going to work today Hawkeye."
"No use in getting your uniform wet," Hawkeye scowled pulling her handkerchief from her pocket.
Gently, she whipped the trickling drops of water from the back of his neck before folding it and returning it to her pocket.
"Hayete believes it will rain today, sir."
He walked beside her as that left his residences.
"I wonder if she'll touch me like that again tomorrow if I decide not to dry my hair," he wondered. "That's ridiculous…" His thoughts were interrupted by Hawkeye's voice.
"Sir, we shouldn't be late," Hawkeye held the door open as her colonel got inside, after securing the door she walked around to the drivers side.
"Have you eaten breakfast?" Hawkeye's voice suddenly sounded motherly.
"I planned on skipping out…"
"Non-sense," She said. "We should eat, we'll never know what will happen before we get our next meal."
"We'll be late," Mustang said casually. "We can eat a double lunch."
"You must have forgotten whose driving." Hawkeye reminded him sternly. "Just because you cannot make it with Havoc doesn't mean you can't make it with me. Since when do you care about being late for anything, sir?"
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"It was pouring outside of central when they got there fifteen minutes early and very full.
"Ah man," Mustang said stepping out the car as Hawkeye held the door open and an umbrella over his head.
"Come Hayete," Hawkeye commanded. He jumped into the front seat and into her arms.
"Another day another pay check." Mustang yawned.
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Mustang grumbled as Hawkeye stood at parade rest behind him, nothing ever changed between them. Everyday for an hour before lunch watching him read and signed what he called. "Insignificant paper work."
"It's the price you have to pay to become Fuhrer one day," Mustang told himself as he began to sign a release form.
"Lunch," Hawkeye walked around the colonel's desk and opened the door for him as he got up from his desk and walked past her.
"Don't want to know," Hawkeye said catching that look on Mustangs face.
"It was horrible," Mustang continued anyway. "I'm surprised she didn't open the door and try to screw me on the front porch."
"Isn't that what the rest of them do?" Hawkeye asked.
Mustang laughed, he knew how much she hated to hear about his dates.
"I've had a few of those types of girls," he bragged. " But I couldn't lose it with any of them, the woman I will give it to must be special."
"You keep saying that but you never date the same female more than one time," Hawkeye snapped a bit harder that she intended him too. She didn't want him to begin to know she actually cared about all the women he flaunted around with.
"You wouldn't be like this if you went out a little more often," He criticized, he saw the look of her face change a bit.
"Why, so I can end up like you? At home by my self at the end of the night, disappointed and disgruntled that the one you chose once again wasn't good enough for your already low standards." They stopped before the cafeteria doors. "I like my life small and quiet. I like coming with only my dog at the end of the night. Then I'll be sure that no one will be tired of me, no one will want to fix me!" She opened the door to let hundreds of voices ring out into the corridor.
She didn't follow Mustang inside.
"I'm not hungry," She grumbled. "But Hayete's been giving me that look."
"You," She said looking at a private. "Bring me a tray three meat dishes."
"Yes Ma'am," He hurried into the calf. She walked back into the office she shared with her comrades and dog.
Hayete looked up expectantly, he'd been waiting on lunch for about thirty minutes now.
"It's coming," She sighed.
Mustang really knew how to piss her off.
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"You sure are hungry," mustang said as he spotted a young man with two trays.
"One is for 1st Lieutenant Hawkeye, sir." He responded.
Mustang didn't like the fact that this lowly Private was getting HIS queen lunch, but he knew how demanding Black Hayete could be.
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"I really did it this time Maes," Mustang sat down next to his old companion. "Sometimes I forget how sensitive about certain things she is."
"She has the right to be sensitive," Hughes said. " She doesn't get used to people like we do, that's why she's so trigger happy all the time. It keeps strangers at bay."
"If people fear her, she won't have to worry about putting herself out there in ways that make who she is vulnerable." Armstrong sat down gently next to the two, "It's a shame, after all this time you haven't learned what things to not say to her."
"To late now," Hughes patted him on the back, "I wouldn't consider asking her to Military Ball. She'll probably bring Hayete or find a reason not to come."
"Knowing her that's true. But she's going to Military Ball this year whether she likes it or not." Mustang yawned, "I'm going to make mandatory for her to attend."
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"Ma'am, permission to enter," The Private First Class asked after knocking on the door twice.
"Enter," Hawkeye answered, granting him entrance. "just set it on the floor."
He sat the tray on the floor and took a small package from it.
Hayete barked happily wagging his tail as he waited for Hawkeye to give her command.
She walked over and went through the ritual. She stood taking notice that the young man was still in the room.
"Is there some you'd like to discuss?" Hawkeye gave him a look that said, "That's a rhetorical question."
"You looked as if you we're on the verge of a headache." He handed the package to her. "I brought you some aspirin."
Hawkeye stared at the package before taking it. After thanking him the private finally left the office. He'd gotten the feeling he'd over stayed his welcome.
"Knock me over and you'll be stuck in latrine duty until I get tired." Mustang growled, causing the guy to take his eyes off Hawkeye and halt before he touched Colonel Mustang.
"How dare he have the audacity to look at my Riza, Insolent little bastard." Mustang muttered in his mind before getting a very vivid image of him punch the privates teeth out.
"Sorry sir," He saluted, "She just isn't acting like the Hawkeye everyone talks about,"
He quieted as Mustang stepped into his face. There was something dangerous about the man the private had never seen before. There had been rumors around the office about Mustangs possessiveness about the you second lieutenant but a lot of people dismissed it after he showed the seemingly same possessiveness about Armstrong and Fuery.
"Don't make me move you," He said as the young man scrambled to get away from him and down the hall.
"That wasn't nice," Hawkeye said playfully scolding black Hayete. "That was my piece."
"Sorry Riza," Mustang sulked, "I didn't mean for our conversation to turn out the way it did."
"It's alright," She replied, all signs of emotions drain from her voice. "I should get out more."
"I'm glad you agree," Mustang said. " I'm sure your going to have fun at Military Ball this year."
Riza shook her head.
"You know I'm not going, besides I planned on watching Elisia." She sat back into her seat.
"Don't count on that," He watched as Riza frowned. "I'm making it mandatory for you to attend.
"What?" She snapped.
"You heard me right." He smirked. "If I have to go, you have to go."
"Yeah but Roy you don't have to go!" Riza's eyes pleaded with him. She had even dropped the formality and called him by his first name in public. She was inwardly begging him not to make her go.
"Yes, I do." He said.
"Since when?" She demanded.
"Since then, since now, since tomorrow!" He exclaimed slamming the door when Fuery was about to comeback from lunch.
She turned away from him, her silent treatment was now in session. She solider mode kicked in and she gave the shortest answers she could give all day.
"You told her didn't you?" Armstrong whispered, after the tension had yet to lesson several hours later."
Roy nodded, he would pay for this and he knew it.
"Riza!" Roy ran up beside her his uniform soaked.
"This year's military ball is on Saturday, are you going?" Roy asked already knowing the answer.
"No ones going to ask me, so why go?" Riza sighed, stupid rain.
"Oh, how do you know?" Roy smiled.
"It doesn't matter I'm not going. I plan on staying home with my turtle and eating popcorn while watching Gremlins, hoping it goes off before I get to tired to see the end."
"Awe come on! It'll be so much fun come with me." Roy said softly.
"You deserve someone better,"
"There is no girl out there better for me than you are," Roy stood in front of her. "If you don't go this year, I won't go, nor will I ever make you go."
"There are plenty of girls," Hawkeye told him. "I guess your not going then."
"Fine I'll meet you at your house then and we'll watch it together." He took her hand. "Lets go, I don't want you to get sick."
Riza looked at him in utter confusion as Roy pulled her toward her house.
Her parents were almost never home, and when they were it was just like they weren't, sometimes Riza felt as if they'd forgotten that she existed until holidays came along and she was given everything kids dreamed off. To bad she didn't want any of it.
"I don't get you, you change up on me every few days, it's annoying." Riza pulled her hand away.
"Fine then, what do you want?" Roy asked exasperated,
"What are we exactly?"
"We're friends" Roy snapped "anything else?"
"Just friends?" Riza pushed.
Roy stayed quiet for a while. He was just as sure as she was, which was not at all.
"I want to be more than that, but your not ready, not now. I want our friendship to grow." He smiled and held out his hand. She grasped it firmly.
"Maybe someday," He said kissing her nose softly.
"Way, way someday." She muttered.
He smiled when she laughed softly.