Author's Note: I'm back! Wahahaha! I was too focused in playing Pokemon Emerald these days. Or should I say…. Either I've got a writer's block, or I'm simply laaazy. I'm REALLY sorry for the long wait. The truth is, I'm writing a chapter per day, and I won't sleep until I finished it. The only problem is, I'm too lazy to upload it. XD Thanks for the regular AND new reviewers.

Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood and its characters. Rima Lumforth, Harry Locke and James Miller are mine though.

"Wait. You want me to fight you with just a knife?" Kimblee looked at her in disbelief.

"What? You're scared or something? Just get your ass over here soldier." Olivier teased.

"Fuck. There's no way I'm gonna win against a veteran sword-wielding badass woman like you." Kimblee grinned despite the danger of this match. He loved dangerous jobs after all.

Well at least it's not paperwork. Kimblee thought.

"I'm not expecting you to win. There's no way you could. Just survive for a few minutes, that's all." Olivier let out a small laugh.

"Wow… I love dangerous women." Kimblee winked at her CO.

Olivier looked surprised for a moment, and then the scowl returned in her features. Die you piece of shit.

"Ready?"

"Anytime, honey."

"Bastard. Just make sure you're not going to cry after this."

"Heh."

Kimblee tried to drag his body away from the mattress. His body was sore.

Pain jolted through his entire body when he lifted his head from the pillow.

"Fuck that…" Not only was his head aching, but also his shoulder blades, his thighs, his arms and legs, and his feet. Almost everything.

He remembered the blows that the Lieutenant Colonel gave him. She's not human. Kimblee thought. All of those beatings, hell, she sure wasn't human. Kimblee couldn't believe a woman like that existed in the military.

He remembered being wrestled to the ground, being struck by the sword, being punched in the gut… Holy shit.

He was humiliated. That's it.

It's not the pain that irritated him, but it was the sting in his pride. Considering that a woman defeated him. It's not sexism. It's just that…. He was effortlessly defeated before he could make a counterattack.

Finally, Kimblee was able to walk a few feet away from the bed. Good thing he was not sent to the hospital after the fight or the humiliation would be doubled. If the other soldiers knew what had happened, humiliation would be tripled.

"Aargh…" Kimblee groaned as he tried to remove his clothes. Can't let the woman lieutenant colonel shit my day.

He forced a smile when he walked by the flower shop and as expected, all the girls in there were squirming like they usually did.

He continued walking down the road; in a slower pace than usual, or else his bones would surely break. Kimblee then recognized the dark brown haired woman just a few feet ahead of him.

"Miss Lumforth!" He shouted. Maybe she would make up for my bad day yesterday? No? Kimblee smiled maliciously.

"Sir." She smiled decently. Rima already noticed that Kimblee was finding it hard to walk towards her, so she approached the man instead.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I should have called you Sergeant Major Lumforth." Kimblee grinned.

"It's okay. Sir, are you alright?" Her tone brimmed with concern.

"Yeah, just had a fight with someone yesterday." Kimblee tried not to voice out his anger in the statement.

"…."

Kimblee looked at her, shocked not to see frightened eyes but worried eyes instead.

"Never mind that. Shall we walk together?"

"Sure, sir." She smiled a little.

"Don't be so formal with me."

"But-"

"That's an order." Kimblee gave a charming smile, letting Rima blush openly.

"….That's a funny order, sir."

"Just call me Kimblee, please."

"Okay."

"Is it alright if I address you as Rima?"

"It's alright sir—I mean Kimblee-sir." Rima felt her cheeks grew hot because of embarrassment.

"Heh… That's cute." Kimblee laughed a little.

Rima tilted her head sideways as she watched Kimblee from the corner of her eye. He's quite handsome… The thought crossed her mind not only once.

"So, are you free during lunch time?" Kimblee started to make a move.

"Yes." Because she couldn't address her superior as 'Kimblee', she thought it would be wise to not address him in any way.

"You eat at the dining hall?" He smirked, eyeing her constantly.

"Yes. It's too time consuming if I choose to eat outside." She responded.

"Great. Let's have lunch together, is that okay?" Kimblee looked directly at her eyes.

"I..uh..." Rima found herself lost in his beautiful amber eyes.

"I just wanted to know you more." Kimblee leaned closer to her while Rima melted under his piercing gaze.

Kimblee didn't actually knew if he was doing this right, but he thought that being confident is the fastest way to this. Just a simple and dashing smile could make this all complete.

"Uh… okay." Rima finally stated, averting her eyes from Kimblee. She bit the insides of her mouth when Kimblee smirked at her.

He was so… attractive, in a way…. Rima shook her head and pushed these thoughts at the back of her mind.

"Hmm…Hmm…Hmm…" Kimblee hummed in an undistinguished tone. His feet were crossed on top of the table; his hands were behind his head. There was no work to do and everyone was taking a break inside the office.

The Lieutenant Colonel Armstrong is nowhere to be seen. Kimblee could do all the things he wanted to.

2nd Lieutenant Miller didn't mind if Kimblee was not in proper decorum. It's not because of the fact that they were buddies, but it's because they were always too stiff and tired from working in the office. And now was the time to relax.

"Sir, be careful not to be caught by Lieutenant Colonel Armstrong in that position…" Locke warned him.

"... Or else she'll cut your balls." Miller added as snickers were heard in the room.

"You look like you're in a good mood today sir." Locke stated.

"Yeah. Just met a girl and invited her to lunch." Kimblee proudly declared and his eyes glinted with excitement…. As if he achieved something great.

The two boys suddenly shifted their attention to Kimblee. "A girl?!" They both shouted simultaneously.

"Uhuh." Kimblee displayed a smug smirk before standing up and straightening his uniform.

"It's almost lunch time. I must go now; I still have a date you know…" Kimblee said, his tone bristling with arrogance. He chuckled as he exited the room, leaving the two soldiers dumbfounded.

"DATE?!" The two soldiers couldn't believe how fast Kimblee acted considering he just recently transferred in South Headquarters.

Kimblee searched for his 'date' inside the dining hall.

Hmm… Maybe she's not here yet. I should have fetched her from her office. As he turned back, he instantly found Rima enter the hall. "Great."

Rima started to look around, wondering where Kimblee was. She gazed at her right and saw Kimblee approaching her. "Oh… Sir." She bowed a little to show her respect, and partly to hide her blushing cheeks.

"Heeeey…" Kimblee smiled widely as he escorted Rima to a nearby table. Talk first before eat.

The two talked for a while. Kimblee learned that she worked in the right wing of the South HQ building, which was opposite from their office's location. She apparently came from the countryside in South, which explains her shyness. When the clock struck 12, they started to get their food.

Kimblee found the liberty to sit across her, for the purpose of studying her features.

Rima just blushed the whole time they were eating.

They finished quite early, so they still have time to talk while Kimblee escorted her back to her office.

They've maintained this routine every day. To Kimblee's delight, they have got along with each other for weeks. Rima was more fun than he thought. She was just shy at first, but she became a good friend as they spent more time together.

"Looks like you've got a hang of having lunch together with Lumforth huh." Miller teased.

Olivier felt her eyebrow twitch and watched Kimblee's reaction from the corner of her eye. For a month, it seems like her soldiers were getting along with each other. She always heard of this "Lumforth" which she believed worked in the investigations department. They've been giving a big fuss about it, and Olivier couldn't be more curious.

"Well, we've become good friends." Kimblee stated, his eyes glued on the papers.

"Ooohhh. Good friends…. Hmm. Good. Friends." Locke said, narrowing his eyes on Kimblee.

"What?" Kimblee asked.

"Nothing… I was just hoping that you would say something like 'She's already my girlfriend!' like that…" Locke chuckled.

Olivier furrowed her brows.

"Of course not." Kimblee shrugged.

The phone suddenly rang. Olivier answered it, and just plainly said 'right.'

"Locke!" Olivier growled.

"Ma'am?" Locke stood up and waited for orders.

"I ordered some new weapons for our incoming mission. Go get it." Olivier nonchalantly said.

The faces of the three gentlemen suddenly lighted up. They looked at each other and smiled widely.

"Aye ma'am!" The sergeant hurriedly went to the lobby and picked up the crates filled with new weapons.

As he returned to the office, Kimblee quickly went over to the crates and opened it. The other two soldiers followed.

Olivier amusingly watched her subordinates as they inspected new weapons – assorted guns, Rpgs, new SatComs, some grenades. They looked like they have already received their salary. Are these guys always so excited in seeing new toys? Olivier chuckled. She's not like them; she preferred her sword over guns.

"WOW…." Kimblee finally stated. Olivier thought he's not going to be able to speak.

" 'Livier! How did you got all these?!" Kimblee asked, not averting his gaze from the Thompson he's holding.

"It's a secret."Olivier didn't mind the nickname. She was tired of scolding Kimblee to stop calling her that name for weeks. Even Locke and Miller were already used to Kimblee's demeanors. All of them were already used to Kimblee calling Olivier names, Kimblee placing his feet on the desk, Kimblee's sarcasm, Kimblee trying to charm Olivier, that even though he have tried it a lot, he never succeeded and just received a scowl or a shout from the Lieutenant Colonel.

"By the way, what is our new mission, ma'am?" Miller inquired.

"You'll know when you need to know it." Olivier responded.

"Hell… Can't wait to tear some flesh!" Kimblee grinned maniacally.

Locke looked at him frighteningly while Olivier just rolled her eyes in boredom.

"Kimblee, Can you finish those papers before I go home?" Olivier asked.

He stared at the stack of papers irritatingly. "Noooo, I can't." Kimblee pouted like a cute little baby.

She sighed. "Fine. I think you could submit that to me tomorrow BUT before the deadline… which is 7am."

Kimblee thought for a while. "How about I go to your house when I finished it?" Kimblee smirked wildly, trying to imagine all of the things he could do to Olivier in her house. It would be dangerous considering that he's going in her territory.

Olivier stared at him. She studied Kimblee's expression, finding any signs of a mischievous plan he's plotting. Too bad for her, she couldn't read Kimblee. He's wearing his usual smirk and she's befuddled thinking whether he's planning something or just being his usual self. She scowled but eventually surrendered. "Fine, call me if you're going to come over."

Kimblee smirked deviously. Lucky me...

Ugh, so there is it! I'm glad I finished it! Even if the brownout destroyed my writing spirit a little.

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