You know what's so irritating?
I have a four page first draft for this.
And what happened?
I decided to write a new one! Amazing!
(stomps)
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The Runaway Lieutenant
Copyright Eina
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9. The Wonderful World of Clichés
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Some of us hates clichés for the main reason that well, it is a cliché and it is irritating. But let's face it; our lives are full of clichés.
"RIZA!"
It was as of this moment that Roy Mustang had decided that he didn't give a cow's arse on what the higher ups or even the residents of Mayville might think about him. He was not going to let her marry some sick bastard, this is his opinion, mind you, and who doesn't even like dogs!
How on earth is Black Hayate going to live happily if his mistress' husband doesn't like dogs, anyway!
He barged open the main doors of the cathedral with such a great force he had thought it would fall down on someone very unfortunate.
"Mustang-kun!"
Oh how he wished the doors would have really fell down on him.
He blinked, for a while, he hesitated, but then again, what was the use, he already felt embarrassed as it is.
"Fuhrer Bradley, sir." He saluted.
He patted his head, smiled goofily, "I didn't know you and Lieutenant Hawkeye were on first name basis." For someone who was in such a high rank, such actions were considered pretty immature.
Roy gulped. What was the Fuhrer doing here, anyway? Shouldn't he be back at Central doing his presidential work or whatever it is that he does? "Eh…"
"Anyway, she already ran." He smiled a smile that looked so happy. It was scary.
"Ran?" He repeated, rather confused. "Why?"
"Well of course, it's because she doesn't want to get married!" A rather annoyed Wilhelm Seymour grunted as he stomped out of the church.
It was now when Roy had realized that some of the guests have already left, and majority of those who decided to stay behind where military personnel, and as it seems, they were betting on something. Whatever that was, he really didn't bother knowing. It seemed sort of childish anyway.
"Yes, Colonel." Surprisingly, the Fuhrer decided to become formal. For a moment there, he had been so afraid on what he was going to say, but then again, even the most reasonable of people can sometimes be wrong, "Go run after her!" He whispered to him, and then did something he wouldn't expect he would do.
He pushed him out of the church.
Actually, he kicked him out of the church.
But, whatever.
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The sun was high, the birds were chirping, and everyone was so happy. This can be considered the perfect weather for any director to shoot a romantic comedy.
But for someone who was wearing a ridiculously long wedding gown complete with those traditional ruffles, two-inched heels, and a rather tight pantyhose, this was the worse weather.
Riza Hawkeye swore in her head. If her mother had heard all those curses she might've been disowned already. Maybe she had just been reading far too many romantic novels, but she was really hoping that he would've stopped the wedding.
"And do you, Riza Hawkeye, take this man as your lawfully wedded husband…" As the priest read out the words that would be binding her to Wilhelm Seymour until death, it was as if she saw her life flash back right in front of her. Some say, only people who are going to die experiences such things. But she wasn't dying. Oh, she wasn't dying physically, but emotionally, it was as if something or someone was tearing her heart into pieces, stepping on those poor, fragile and defenseless pieces, until they became ashes.
Everything suddenly stopped. She saw her parent's hopeful faces, it was time. What was she going to do? Run? Tell him, she's sorry?
(She wasn't sorry at all, mind you.)
She was just about to open her mouth to make a mistake she knew she couldn't escape from, or even hide from, when she heard a familiar noise. Someone had just fired a bullet that barely missed the priest; she looked to see on whom did such a controversial act (Firing a bullet inside a church! The nerve of that person!), she was hoping it would've been him.
"Riza," She heard someone from behind her, whisper. "Come, let's go!" It was her grandfather, carrying a gun. It was the perfect distraction, everyone was looking out at the door to see on who fired the gun, so it was the perfect time for her to run, using one of the church's side doors.
It was perfect, really. She didn't have to see her parents get disappointed in her, she didn't have to apologize to Wilhelm, and more importantly, she didn't have to embarrass her family's name in front of everyone.
Perfect?
Yeah, right.
As she went inside the hotel they have been staying at for the past few weeks, she felt many eyes staring at her inquisitively, probably wondering on why there was a bride running as if someone was chasing her. She must've looked like a mess right now. The dress her mother wore on her wedding day had some holes on it already, and not to mention, the once white edges of her gown was now gray.
Some strands of her hair that had been tied up neatly, were already loose because she had so miserably tried to take the wedding veil of her head.
In short, she looked like a kidnap victim that had just escaped her kidnappers.
"How may I help you?" Was the receptionist's question. Normally, she would've stopped to tell the receptionist on what her purpose of coming there was, but this time, she couldn't bother. "MISS!"
She had predicted that the receptionist would've called the security, but really, who calls security on an Amestris Army First Lieutenant who had just run away from her wedding? She quickly directed herself to the stairs, she needed to find him, and fast.
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"I'm so sorry, Colonel." Havoc sympathized with his boss. Not only has he been embarrassed, but it seems as if his ego was bruised.
"Havoc, you are so dead." Roy Mustang glared at him, and then went back to moping. There he was, his mind all made up, ready to stop a wedding and claim the woman he most loved, only to see the person he wanted to overthrow. Acting really goofy.
"Oh come on boss…" Havoc laughed, "At least you tried, and the Fuhrer did say that she ran, who knows."
Roy stared at him. "What on earth are you trying to say? She must've run back at her house."
"You're so pessimistic." Havoc grunted.
Roy sighed, of course he had wanted to hope and think that she ran away because she had wanted to see him, but he knew she wouldn't do such an immature thing.
"Boss." Havoc stopped, "Er… have a nice day!"
"What?" Roy stared at him, he was smiling goofily, just like the Fuhrer. "For heaven's sakes, why is everyone smiling goofily!"
THUG!
"You… YOU!"
Poor Roy, after being knocked down, the first thing he saw was a very enraged lady… in a wedding gown.
"…Hawkeye?" He blinked, still rather confused on what she was doing here. And on why she had thrown a bouquet of white roses that hit him on his face rather painfully, "… what are you doing here?"
She heaved a deep sigh. She didn't really mean to throw that bouquet on his face, but for some reason, it was as if she had lost control of herself. I mean, wouldn't you lose your self control if you have run three flights up wearing a gown and two inch heels only to know that the person you were looking for wasn't there?
"I'm sorry about that bouquet." She apologized.
Roy sighed, "No bother. I think I did deserve that." He tried to laugh, but it was useless. He found himself staring at her. Who wouldn't? The simple yet elegant wedding gown looked as if it was made only for her, for it seemed to flatter her every detail in a beautiful way.
"Sir?"
"Roy." He said as he took a step closer, "Now, what brings you here Hawkeye? Shouldn't you be on your wedding?" He caressed her cheeks, and then smirked when he saw her glare at him.
"What do you think I'm doing here?" She asked him, rather sarcastically. "And please maintain your distance."
Roy smirked once more, playing games, he thought himself happily, as he ignored her plead for distance. This was one of the reasons why he loved her so much—
Her amazing ability to maintain her self-control and be stubborn at the same time, for some reason, he was attracted to such attitudes.
"Let me think about it." He said, tapping his chin, "You're probably here to find the man you love the most?" He said as he had now taken another step closer, making the distance between them miniscule, "So did I guess right?"
"Not even close." She smiled. "And please maintain—"
She was about to lecture him about maintaining his distance, but was cut off when she felt someone else's lips pressed against her. "Distance? Forgive me Lieutenant, I don't think that word is in my dictionary." He said, cutting the kiss for the briefest moment.
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There's an epilogue. (smiles)
But I shall leave you guys here for a while, for I must type an incredibly long thank you letter to all of you guys. (smiles again)
