Theme: 010. Promise
Dedication: winglessfairy25, because she always reviews and was the third reviewer of this. It makes me happy.
Disclaimer: If I owned Full Metal Alchemist, Armstrong would be Galileo.
Angles
010. Promise
"Havoc, I promise it will not happen again."
Running a hand through his scruffy hair, Jean sighed and took the cigarette from his mouth in one hand as he stubbed it out in the small tray before him. Breda laughed at his mimic of Mustang, the quote being one they had all heard many times before. They had been talking about the last girlfriend Havoc had. Needless to say, she had become rather more interested in Mustang than him. Like every other woman he had ever dated.
"Oh, no. Heymans, I swear we can play chess tommorow."
A new cigarette had been lifted to meet pink lips, but it was lowered again in an instant so that Havoc was certain he could not choke on it when he let out a loud chortle. Breda smirked at this response, reaching down the side of his stiff wooden chair so his fingers could meet the floor in order to scrape around for the bottle he had just placed down upon it.
"Havoc, I swear to you all women in the military will end up wearing mini skirts. Wait, do you think Riza ever really though he would disregard that for her?"
Breda tried to focus his darting eyes upon the man in front of him who was puffing smoke clouds out around him with a casual air, despite the fact the nicotine would ruin his lungs. Such an idiot at times. A smudged smile spread unto his slack jaw, then a laugh far louder than the previous one came out with a mix of snorts.
"Havoc, you know how we were just talking about promises that Roy has broken? I think Roy has never broken a promise he has made to Hawkeye."
It was true, and Havoc seemed to register this in his mind upon the words which Breda had stated. Roy had been known to break a promise, but the rare times when his mistakes were brought up it did not take long to realise for any single one of them that he had never broken a promise that he made to her. Then before their silent thoughts could be spoken once more, the door crashed open to reveal said male and female. Breda immediatly focused himself, quickly grabbing the empty bottle and roughly shoving it in the drawer and out of sight. However, they did not even seem to register the existance of either of the two men. It seemed they were in a heated debate. Which Hawkeye must have considered the polite way of saying argument alert, run for your lives. Or at least, the shaking Havoc hoped she did.
"Hawkeye, I promise that to you at least."
Riza looked around, seeing their unwanted company. It finally seemed to dawn on her that they were there, and her face flushed what Roy would call a dangerous shade of red. For a moment, Havoc could have sworn he saw her eyes do the same and that she had been possessed by Lucifer. With a squeak, he grabbed Breda's collar and they made a late and timely exit from the room before she could empty so much as a single bullet from the gun that hung at her side.
"Fine, Sir. Fine."
With a wave of her hand, Riza sat at her desk in an furious and ungraceful manner. Opening her drawer to find her pen and begin the paperwork, her eyes met an empty beer bottle instead. Looking around, her gaze met Roy for a fleeting moment. No, it was not him. He was with her. It was one of them.
"Riza, for you I would even promise to light up the sky."
She shot towards the doorway in an instant, wrenched open the handle and grabbed her gun quicker than Breda could say toast. He quivered beneath her heated glare, and Roy looked up from the reminder that had been left on his desk. He was amused that Breda would even say such a thing, and Riza looked positively mad at this point. A smirk crept unto his face as Breda made a quick dash for freedom as she attempted to calm herself down. He stood up, walked behind her and leant forward until his lips hovered inches away from her ear before whispering.
"You know Riza, Breda was right for once. I really would."
It was certain, both Breda and Havoc knew.
Roy only ever kept promises he made to Riza.
This was decided upon for the final drabble for the tenth theme after publically embaressing a friend in Science who makes his own (how to put this...) velocious cider with his mother. You know who you are. Yes, this was aimed at you. Also, tenth drabble! In the double digits...and only ninety to go!
Preview for theme eleven: Well Roy lied to her too, so she supposed they could start keeping a tally chart to count amount between them.
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