Anon. Review Reply - Review #70:

No, Denise, Roy doesn't come knocking, and that has been written out in my outline way back last February.

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Another trivial plot for this chappy. I hope you can see the royai already. I didn't leave out any of the early chappies for this chappy.

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Chapter 12

Dearest Diary

The men's shoes

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Dearest Diary,

Where did we drop off?

Oh... right... the knocking twenty minutes ago.

Man.

It's pretty much horrible enough that I have to spend the entire night moping alone, with only the paperwork to confide in, while the rest of the staff in HQ are "getting their freaks on" or stuffing themselves up with food weighing half of their body weight.

For some reason, that being Havoc, I'm actually thinking of what it would be like if I were one of those inferior average people who spend too much time doing their hair just to get ready for some gathering wherein you know you're too hard - ass to ever get laid.

And for some reason that happens to be beyond my comprehension, the Colonel just seems to enjoy shoving the the rusty blade further and further through my heart.

Chest.

I SAID CHEST!!

Or bladder.

Either will do.

I didn't mean heart.

I swear!!

I meant chest or something!!

(And I'm not using erasable ink)

Oooooookay.

Putting that aside...

The loud knocking that broke the peace between me and my paperwork had apparently been caused by a delivery man, delivering something of completely useless to the current situation in HQ, or anywhere else for that matter.

Actually, I don't know what it is but the label said "Col. Roy Mustang" so I'm assuming it's not of any particular value.

That's pretty much why I just threw it on his desk.

Well, that and the fact that I loathe his bloody guts.

Mooooooving on...

Knowing the Colonel and his recklessness, my number one priority is to keep him in line in order to keep my reputation pretty.

Seeing the package on his desk, all wrapped up in brown paper and a nice white string, I had the odd feeling that it had to be something destructive.

Something that will damage his reputation, Central's reputation, and most importantly, my reputation.

So I couldn't help myself but creep over to his desk and open the package.

Sure, sure, you might call it invasion of privacy or whatever, but this is what I call "protection" so... uh... yeah.

Aaaaaanyway...

The thing that I happened to find from the Colonel's package... was... well...

Kind of hard to describe...

My shoes.

A nice pair of black running shoes. Men's running shoes.

My. Shoes. Were. Delivered. To. The. Colonel.

And hey, you guessed it, I DON'T KNOW WHY THE HECK WHY!!!!

I mean... The last time I've seen those shoes was when...

Let's see...

Right. The bastard was dating Kristina Von Manwhore and he took her back to his place so to protect my paycheck, I had to follow.

And then on my way back to my room I think I hit my head on the bed post and so I lost all my memories between falling asleep on the bush and hitting my head.

No, I am not reckless.

I just had taken a reasonable amount of alcohol (The Colonel's window was open. Nice wine was sitting on the counter by the window. I was lonely and sober. Do the math) and to top it off, I was dead sleepy since it was probably sometime at dawn.

And as to how my shoes got mailed to the Colonel, I have no idea.

Ooooh, wait, I'm forgetting something!

After my loud screaming and ranting, Havoc dropped by to check if everything was okay.

If you haven't noticed yet, I am not happy.

Anyway...

"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!" came the shriek.

"Geez, Lieutenant, for someone so calm and collected, you're making one helluva ruckus"

"Eh... Havoc... shouldn't you be getting ready for your date?"

"Oh, she's outside. I heard a scream so I came to check on you"

"... oh.."

"Oh? they just delivered the shoes? man, those mail people suck. I sent them to the Colonel how many months ago!"

"Excuse me?"

"Oh, they're his shoes"

"Excuse me?"

"... Well... I was assuming that they were his shoes because I found them in your car, and since I was busy and was ordered to leave for the Eastern Headquarters for a week, I ordered my mom to mail it to the Colonel for me before I left. Uh... was that so bad?"

"..."

"Lieutenant?"

"How the hell did I leave my shoes in my car?"

"... Uhm...Am I supposed to answer that?"

"No. Shut up"

"Yes ma'm"

And I thought that date was the last I'd ever see of Havoc.

Well, anyway, I got him all bloodied up so he'd probably be keeping a reasonable distance from me for the next couple of weeks.

And now I've made up my mind.

I'll stop slacking off for now and do my paperwork! Yeehee!

And then I'll go to the shooting range later to take it all out.

Lotsa Love,

Riza Hawkeye

(lips doodle)

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It was too quiet at the office. All she could hear was the scratching of the tip of the pen against the paper, and it reminded her of how much of a social loser she was.

She lived off the surface of her thoughts, but deep in the corners of her mind lurked the most unthinkable...

"Lieutenant"

"S-sir?!"

"You're working on your paperwork?"

"W-well... I had to catch up...uh, sir"

"Again with the formality?"

"It's only proper for a subordinate to adress his superior with respect"

"You certainly didn't seem to think so on paper"

"S-sir?! Have you been reading m-my--"

"Oh, shut up. You leave it lying around all the time!"

"I keep it locked in my drawer"

"Well, is it my fault that I can pick a lock?"

"S-sir, may I ask, why are you here? I'm sure your dates are waiting for you"

"Oh, I have none"

"Really?"

"Wow. It's that hard to believe?! Well, how 'bout you? Don't YOU have anyone to screw?"

"Sir, this setting doesn't look very festive, now, does it?"

"So you won't be going to the ball?"

"No. I have to finish the paperwork"

"You'll miss the dancing"

"I don't really care"

"Well, I can't make you miss that"

"S-sir?"

At this point, he had grabbed her waist and held her close.

Close enough for her to taste his breath.

"Would you like to dance, Lieutenant?"

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I'm sorry that this kinda sucked, but I'm feeling all angsty after watching 12 episodes of Gakuen Alice and I haven't updated in quite a while now, so... uh, yeah.

Sorry. The end bit that wasn't a part of the diary entry was supposed to be short but... you can see that it didn't turn out that way.

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