She didn't know why she rejected him. And it didn't feel good either. But well, maybe this is for the best. Who would want a womanizer like him? She's better off by herself anyway…
Something felt different. She rubbed her eyes upon realizing that she was actually crying. Hah, crying for a jackass like Mustang? Come to think of it, he made her cry twice. That bastard. She rolled over to the other side of the bed and noticed something different… How come the bed is a little small today? Did she gain tremendous weight since yesterday?
Hawkeye opened her eyes and shrieked.
"Wh— what?" Mustang was rubbing his eyes.
"Wh—what are doing in here?!" Hawkeye looked around. "Wait. I'm dreaming. This is a nightmare. And I'm going to wake up now."
"Huh?" Mustang was frowning, then he paused to think (obviously not a morning person), then his face brightened up with a smile. "Good morning." He said with his usual smirk.
Hawkeye slapped herself twice while repeatedly saying "wake up". Mustang grabbed her by the wrist in order to stop her from slapping herself for the third time.
"Ohmygod!" Hawkeye stared at his hand around her wrist. "I'm not dreaming. This is so real!"
Mustang chuckled. "Of course I'm real!"
"How did you get in here?" she asked, snatching her wrist away from his grip.
He shrugged. "Let's just say you got betrayed by your best friend."
She was baffled for a minute, then she growled. "Black Hayate!!" She was about to leap off the bed when Mustang grabbed at her wrist again. "Don't take it out on the poor dog. He was only trying to help."
Hawkeye wiggled free from him and immediately reached for the pistol beneath her pillow. She always keeps one just in case, but today, she couldn't find it. Then there was Mustang's chuckling again.
"You took away my gun?"
He shrugged. "I didn't throw it away, don't worry. It's in a safer place… away from you."
She began scratching the back of her head. "Will you please get off my bed and…" she stopped in mid sentence. "You didn't… do… anything… did you?"
"Did what?"
She simply stared at him.
"Oh, no. No. I'm not that vile."
"Why are you here?"
He shrugged. "I want to ask for another chance."
"Again?"
He nodded. "Again. And if you don't give me one, I'll keep coming back until you say yes."
"You mean, you'll keep sneaking into my house like this?"
"I can be really creative."
"You can try..."
Black Hayate suddenly appeared, and this caught Hawkeye's attention. "You little rascal!" She started running after the dog. Black Hayate scurried off, hiding beneath chairs and tables to get rid of his pursuer.
Mustang got up from the bed, watched the amusing sight for a while before deciding to intervene. The poor dog did help him get in, the least he could do is return the favor.
"Lt. Hawkeye! Just leave the poor pup alone."
Hawkeye, who was about to crawl beneath the bed, gathered herself up and frowned at Mustang. "You know what, you'll do some good if you leave my house right now."
"I'm not leaving without your answer."
"I already said no. Can't you understand simple language? N. O. NO!"
"Well then," he sat down on the soft mattress. "I'm not leaving."
Hawkeye wanted to strangle the arrogance off that man sitting on her bed. First he fooled her, then he hurt her, invaded her privacy, stole her gun… he even managed to recruit her dog in one of his little schemes. That bastard! And he even got the nerve to show that snooty attitude in her house.
If only he didn't remove her pistol from its hiding place, she would've put two in that big arrogant head of his. Left with no choice, she grabbed him by the arm and began pulling him off her bed. "Get out!" she screamed.
Mustang grabbed at the edge of the bed. "No!"
"I said, GET OUT! I'll call the police if you don't get out right now!"
"Police?" Mustang laughed. "You're underestimating me, my love. I know a lot of people from the police."
"Say that again and I'll rip out our tongue!"
"My love."
Hawkeye growled. "GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!!" She grabbed at his shirt and used her little knowledge of judo to haul him off her bed. That was something the colonel didn't expect, and thus he landed to the floor with a loud thud.
"Ha ha. Take that!"
The colonel, bruised but not broken, got up, grabbed her by the arms and pinned her down the bed. "Let's see if you can still ha ha your way out of this…"
"Lemme go!"
"You're pretty useless without your guns, Lt. Hawkeye."
She squirmed, screamed, struggled and then gave up. With her hands immobilized, there's no way she can get herself out of this situation.
What began as a wrestling match morphed into an uneasy moment of silence between the two. Mustang's small amusement became something more dangerous as he looked down at her, some nasty ideas playing at the back of his head. And Hawkeye could clearly read it. Perverted bastard!
"Ok. Game's over. You win. Release me now." Hawkeye ordered. Mustang did as told, but the minute Hawkeye's hands were free, she again used her judo and sent him flying off the bed.
Mustang got back to his toes and was about to retaliate but lost all taste for wrestling when he saw the floor mop his opponent was holding in her hands. Instead of charging, he burst into peals of laughter.
"What's so funny?"
"Us. This…" he looked around, "whatever it is we're doing. We're fighting like little kids."
"Oh." Hawkeye lowered the floor mop.
"And where did that thing come from?" He was referring to the floor mop in Lt. Hawkeye's hands.
"Oh, this." She released her grip around the wooden handle and grimaced. "I think I got it under the bed… it's for self defense, just in case."
Mustang continued laughing, and he was turning red with mirth. At first, Hawkeye simply watched him struggle for air, then launch into another bout of laughter. Her indifference became amusement, and a few minutes later she began laughing her ass off.
Black Hayate, who had been seeking refuge beneath the bed, slowly crawled out to check whatever happened to the previously terrifying death match in the outside world. He looked at Mustang who was leaning against the wall, face red with laughter. Then he diverted his attention to his master who was rolling on the bed, laughing as if there's no tomorrow.
With a whimper, Black Hayate left the bedroom, bemused at the unusual behaviour of human beings.
x0x
When the hilarity of the situation have finally ebbed, Mustang and Hawkeye sat down on the mattress and, instead of fighting things out, decided to talk about the matters at hand.
Mustang once again confessed his love (for the nth time already) and Hawkeye explained her reasons for turning him down. "I still don't trust you… after everything that's happened between us. You can't blame me. I know you have your reasons, but I also have mine. So try to understand."
He nodded. "I'm trying. But I'm still asking for another chance. It's not like we can't start over again."
She shrugged. "Perhaps."
He grabbed her hand. "Come on. Just one last chance…"
She sighed and said she would think about it. "For now, we need to go to work. We're late!"
"We are?"
Hawkeye pulled her hand from his grasp. "Yes. We are. Anyway, where is my gun?"
Mustang walked toward the dresser, opened a drawer and returned her pistol.
"I'm going to take a bath… so don't try to get in there or I'll shoot you in the head."
Mustang gave a salute. "Yes ma'am!"
After getting dressed, they walked their way to work and practically surprised everyone. Hawkeye completely missed the idea, but Mustang was feeling jubilant while walking around the office along side his unassuming lady love. The entire office will surely think he and Hawkeye are going out.
He tricked her once again, and she's not aware of it!
Nearing his office, he slowly reached for her hand and cradled it in his. To his surprise, Lt. Riza Hawkeye took the hand and instead wrapped hers round his.
Mission successful. Mustang thought with a smirk.
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fW: waahhh… it's over…. sob Frankly I've had a hard time finishing this fic because I don't want it to end. Ha ha. I've become addicted to RoyAi, and at this moment I'm already formulating another one. But before that, I'll write something about Havoc first. Thank you all for your reviews and patience. Now that school is about to start (again) I think I'll maintain the usual schedule of uploading fresh chapters every Sunday.
I love you all…
