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Angles
014. Covered Eyes
He covered her eyes as he took a life.
He never wanted her to witness something like that. Although he knew that he took lives herself, and he had seen her do so with what was almost a frightening ease. Although she was not innocent. Not that it mattered. What was innocent anymore, in a world like this? Where wars came only from those with power wanting to gain something, and people would starve in the streets because of it as their family, friends, lovers, left to fight so that they could defend them. Even if it was only in a small way, as the bloodletting would not cease just for those who were actually cared about to survive.
She had been in Ishbal. She had seen him kill there, even if it was only once. The look on her face, the pure mixture of horror and sickness and everything just seemed to overtake him in an instant rush of emotion. Because of that expression, which he had never seen before or after that day, he had decided two things.
The first was the memory of that day haunted her, as she sometimes flinched at times when handing him the pyrotex gloves. It had hurt him at first, knowing that even she was scared of him. She had stopped it now. Perhaps because it no longer made fear overcome her in a single moment, hair standing on end in the split second she half expected to be slaughtered like the inhabitants of Ishbal.
The second thing he decided was much more simple, but much more important. He decided that he would never, not even once, let her see him kill anything again. Not specifically humans.
"Sir, may I ask why you are covering my eyes?" She asked, her voice sounding out her suprise. He watched it crawl over the paperwork she had just placed on his desk, long spindly legs pulling it around the sheets and then off them to go in the direction of his biro. He did not need the ignition cloth gloves for this. Awkward as it was, he raised one foot and slid off his shoe. Raising it high above his head, he looked down at the thing that was now moving past his biro and was ready to swing to his dark leather chair. Squash. There went the spider. He removed his hand, placing his shoe back on the floor and sliding it on indifferently.
"Before you ask again, Hawkeye, you do not need to know." He informed her, scooping the remains of the crushed bug into his palm and disposing of them neatly. By which is meant throwing them in the bin without so much as a care in the world about the body of a deceased insect. Not that Riza would care it did not have a grand burial.
"Whatever you say, Sir." She answered dismally, not really wanting to know anyway. It was probably just another one of his odd little quirks. Like needing coffee when he walked into the office straight away in the morning, his odd habit of not writing the number thirteen as a page and instead making it thirteen point five because he thought it was bad luck. Riza just thought he was too suspicious. Either way.
"I say fetch me some strawberry shortcake." He replied, a hint of seriousness in his voice. He was getting hungry. She looked at him blankly, her right eye twitching. Her hand had moved in an instant, pulling out her gun. Aiming it directly at his head, she smiled in a sweetly disturbing way only she could manage whilst doing something as cruel as that.
"What was that, Sir? You want me to do the job of some kind of secretary?" She replied, and he could feel the sweat beading on his skin and rolling down softly. Then he smiled back. She looked perplexed.
"Does that secretary wear a mini-skirt, and do I get to cover her eyes when she does?" He retorted cockily, and her cheeks flushed a vibrant red before she pulled the trigger and released over eight warning bullets. Into his wall around him. He shivered in his seat. This woman was so violent. He loved strawberry cheescake. It was only a suggestion.
"You can cover my eyes as you please. But no mini-skirts." He perked up in an instant, looking at her and grinning. If only she knew what he had really meant by that, just that one time when he had meant it in a different context. Oh, wait. If she did, she would not have aimed to miss him. It would have been directly in all his vital spots, then another five or so bullets to check the first lot had done their job.
He made a third decision on the spot. That night, he was going to go to her home. He would then her to a taxi cab down the street, and tell the driver to take them to a hill where there was a nice view of the night sky quietly so that she could not hear it. Then he would cover her eyes, and take her from the cab to see the view. Then he would stop covering her eyes.
Then he would kiss her.
I like updating at four in the morning. Also, Ishbal/Ishval. Nobody critisize that. It depends on if you watch/read the anime/manga if it has a different spelling. In the anime it is Ishbal, and I watch anime more than I read manga because it is cheaper.
Preview: He had only ever been scared of it once.
Prepare for angst. Eighty six to go.
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