A/N: Flashback time! :D This is a lighter chapter, and longer, so hopefully I'll get more reviews *hint* *hint* ;) Enjoy!
Disclaimer: What? I don't own FMA? Preposterous! But true, unfortunately. If that makes any sense. See? This is why I don't own FMA.
Knock. Knock.
Riza looked up from her cup of tea. Who could it be at this hour?
Upon opening the door, she discovered a dripping Roy standing unhappily in front of her.
"Um…hello, sir?"
"Hawkeye…please let me in," Mustang huffed, clearly frustrated as he attempted to sweep the sopping wet hair from his eyes. "I just need to get out of the rain for a bit."
"Of course, sir." Riza quickly stepped aside to let the colonel in. She smirked as she closed the door. "Feeling useless again?"
"Shut up," Roy grumbled as he hung his soaked jacket on the coat rack. He paused for a second, and then slid off his boots as well to avoid getting muddy footprints all over the floor.
"Sorry, sorry," Riza chuckled. "I'll get you some slippers. Help yourself to leftovers."
"Thanks," Roy smiled gratefully and made his way to the kitchen barefoot. He found some spaghetti in the pot and a jar of tomato sauce sitting on the counter. Filling a plate, he sat down at the table opposite of the seat Riza had previously occupied. He prepared to take a bite, but paused as he stared at the innocent, sauce-drenched noodles in front of him. The meal was so familiar; it reminded him of the days when he was still Master Hawkeye's apprentice...
"RIZA!" An eleven-year-old Roy howled as he waved his hand in front of his mouth frantically, trying to cool the burning sensation on his tongue. Heck, it wasn't just his tongue; his whole mouth felt like it was on fire. Even his teeth seemed to be burning.
"That's what you get for whining," was the reply, only half coherent since Riza was having a laughing fit at the same time.
The two children were having lunch in the meadow. It was a beautiful summer day, and Master Hawkeye had been so irritated with Roy that he'd kicked the apprentice out for the rest of the afternoon. Riza had wasted no time in suggesting that they go out for a picnic, and Roy had readily agreed. Unfortunately, he'd made the mistake of complaining about the spaghetti Riza was packing.
"GET ME WATER! NOW!" He had never tasted anything so spicy. Where the heck did Riza get this stuff?
"You were in charge of the drinks," Riza giggled, clearly enjoying Roy's agony. "Maybe if you weren't so busy whining about the noodles—"
"I JUST SAID THAT WE'D BEEN HAVING IT EVERY SINGLE DAY! I WAS GETTING SICK OF IT! WHERE THE HECK IS THE WATER?" Roy yelled, glancing around frantically with teary eyes. He spotted a river flowing nearby and immediately dashed towards it.
"Well, I like my spaghetti," Riza called after him, though by that time Roy was already desperately splashing water into his stinging mouth. After a few minutes, the burning had finally abated enough for him to start slowing walking back towards Riza, a plan for vengeance already formed in his mind.
The girl in question was happily munching on her spaghetti, apparently immune to the extreme spiciness of the sauce she'd doused liberally on her noodles.
"Riza…" Roy began when he had returned to the picnic site.
She put down her plate and turned around to face him. "What?"
Riza let out a squeal as Roy pinned her down on the ground, sitting on her legs and holding her arms firmly against her side. When she found that she couldn't move, Riza glared at him. "Roy!"
"You are so going to get it now," he replied, grinning evilly.
Her eyes widened the slightest bit. "What are you going to do?"
Roy slowly leaned over until their noses were touching. Riza flinched and struggled a bit, but he was too strong for her. "Roy—"
She suddenly gasped when he kissed her on the cheek and leapt back, releasing her. "EW! GROSS! ROY, WHAT'D YOU DO THAT FOR?" Riza exploded, jumping to her feet, fists clenched (and blushing furiously).
"Because I knew you'd get mad," Roy laughed, clearly satisfied with his revenge (he noticed her blushing, but wisely didn't point it out because of the hotness he felt on his own face).
"You bet I am." Riza's eyes narrowed dangerously, her voice suddenly calm. Roy couldn't help but shudder. Maybe kissing her hadn't been such a good idea…
No, it had still been worth it.
"What's with that look on your face?" Riza asked as she stepped into the kitchen, pair of slippers in hand.
"Oh…um…just wondering…did you…?" Roy blinked as he slowly came out of his daze.
She laughed. "No, I didn't put the Xingese hot sauce in this time. I might have if I'd known you were coming, though."
"Ha ha," Roy retorted. "Very funny." But he smiled as he ate a forkful of pasta. "Hey, can I drink some of your tea?"
"Go ahead." Riza sat down opposite of him and pushed her cup across the table. Roy thanked her and drained the tea in one gulp.
He was just about to take a second bite of spaghetti when his eyes suddenly bugged out. He could feel an all too familiar burning sensation flaming in his throat. He choked, but no words came out. His eyes started tearing up. "Water," he managed to gasp.
"Right here." Riza had already gotten up to get him a glass and had set it in front of him, suppressing a smile.
When Roy finished drinking, he glowered at her. "What was that damn sauce doing in your tea?"
"I can handle a little fire," Riza chuckled. "Apparently, you can't, Mr. Flame Alchemist."
"Huh," Roy snorted. Then he smiled mischievously. "I guess I've got to get back at you now." He slowly leaned forward. Riza did the same. They met in the middle, nose to nose.
"I don't think it's revenge if I like it," she said softly.
"Well, I like it too, so let's just call it even," he whispered in reply. And their lips touched.
A/N: I thought saying "And they kissed" sounded too...boring. "And their lips touched" sounds...I don't know. You tell me. Review! :)
