Hairclip


His mouth curved into a smirk as he the transmutation of it was successful; she'd never find out what was wrong.

"Roy!" She shouted from the second floor, "have you seen my hairclip?"

"Nope!" He chuckled inwardly, then fell onto the bed.

Hayate jumped on top of the bed as well and licked his master, wagging it's tail.

"Hayate," he grinned, "don't tell Riza what happened."

"Woof!" Hayate barked eagerly, and jumped off the bed.

She walked into the room and went through all the drawers and clothes, but still can't find her hairclip. Roy couldn't help but laugh to himself; Riza will never find it. Well, she looked better without her hairclip on anyway. Noticing that Roy was acting extremely strange that morning, Riza decided to interrogate him.

"Where did you put my hairclip?" She asked sternly.

"I didn't take it!" He exclaimed 'innocently'.

"Stand up."

He stood up, and Riza started checking all his pockets, and even to the extent that she got him to take off his jacket. The whole body-checking process was just entertainment to Roy; what would be nicer than your beautiful wife touching you everywhere, even if it's for 'serious business'?

"Spit it out," she said in a stern, steady tone.

"I did nothing!" Roy pouted.

"Fine," she said, "if I found out that it's your doing, you're so dead.'

He cringed at her words, if she ever found out what he'd done, he'd die horribly with a thousand bullet holes in his body. Roy then decided not, he'd die either way.

Together, they went downstairs for breakfast. Roy kept on staring at her as they ate, admiring how beautiful she looked with her hair let down. If he ever transmuted the hairclip back for her, he'd hardly have any chance to see his angel with her hair down anymore. Even so, the more he looked at her, the guiltier he felt. Finally, the guilt took over him and he ran back upstairs.

"Roy?"

"Just a sec."

Roy went into the study, and took out a few simple jewels and the piece of alloy he produced with her previous hairclip and put his hands together. At once, he put both of his hands on the materials, transmuting a perfect, lovely-looking hairclip. Plain, yet elegant; perfect for his angel.

With the hairclip behind his back, he walked down the stairs to the dining room, smiling widely at Riza.

She was shocked when he presented to her the hairclip, looking at it in suspicion and surprise. It seemed like her own hairclip, but the designs are so different. Riza was sure that Roy did something to it.

"Like it?"

"Where'd you get it?"

"Well… You lost your hairclip, so I brought about some metal and a few old jewels and made this," he lied.

"Don't just use my hairclip for something like this again," she said, looking through his lie immediately, "next time, you'd be full of bullet holes."

"Crap."