Just a quick little edit. Found a couple of mistakes, thank's Arisu, Mimi-san, and amberblood for pointing out my little gramitical errors and plot holes. sweatdrop I'll start writing the next chapter next period since I don't have too much homework tonight :D
Transfer
By Rukusho
Chapter 4- Packing
"Hawkeye," some one was knocking at the door, "Hawkeye, you in there?" Who's here this early in the morning? The knocking continued, and something started to bark. "Hawkeye? Are you in there? If you're in there, cover up if you're indecent." Riza's shot up in bed, eyes wide as saucers, looking at the clock. It's already 10 am! "I'm coming in Hawkeye!" Riza now knew who was outside the door. She jumped out of her bed and ran to open her door before the Colonel broke it down.
"Oh, good, you're awake. I was afraid I'd have to break the door down," Riza was greeted with the image of her superior dressed in civilian clothes holding two cups in his hand. "I thought I'd bring some tea and coffee before we start packing." He looked at her for a second, "What the hell happened to you?"
Riza shot him an odd look, "What do you mean sir?" She looked down to see that she was still in her military uniform. She felt the around her head, noticing that her hair was still up, and slightly tangled. "Oh, I must have fallen asleep before I changed last night. Honestly sir, I just woke up."
"Don't worry Hawkeye, it's understandable. That was quite a shock yesterday." Roy leaned against her doorframe, handing her a warm cup of tea.
"Yeah, it was," she graciously took the cup of soothing liquid into her still waking hands, "oh would you like to come in sir?" She ushered in her commanding officer into her small apartment. She offered him a chair as she placed her cup onto her small dining table. "How did everyone take the news?"
Roy situated himself at the small table, taking a sip of his coffee, "Not well, they don't want you to leave," he saw her grab her hairbrush from her vanity and start to detangle the knot which she called her hair.
"They understand that I can't control that order right? Do they really think that I want to leave? Ouch." She tore a few hairs trying to tame her hair. Black Hayate curled up underneath the table, staring at Roy with his puppy dog eyes.
"They understand, but it's just hard to see you go so sudden. And I think there a bit peeved about you not talking to them," He looked down at Black Hayate and picked him up, placing him in his lap, "How are you doing my little slave?" Roy scratched him behind the ear expecting a reply from Riza. He looked up to see that she had disappeared from the poorly decorated room.
"Yeah," the muffled response came from somewhere in another room, "well, you have to admit that this was a bit unexpected sir. However, I guess they have every right to be upset. I did just leave unexpectedly…" Her voice trailed off as Black Hayate jumped off running into the other room.
"It certainly took most of us by surprise," Roy said raising his voice a bit more so she could hear him more clearly. He suddenly heard something fall, maybe a few boxes, "Is everything all right in there Hawkeye?" She peaked her head from behind the doorway, looking at him upside down, "Hmm? Oh everything's fine sir." She walked out from behind the wall, arms full of clothes for all occasions. A black garment slipped from underneath the pile and onto the floor. She didn't notice that Black Hayate picked up the black blob in his mouth and take it over to the Colonel. She sighed setting the large pile of clothes onto her bed. "Did you come over to help sir, or are you just going to sit around and watch?" She looked over her shoulder when she didn't hear and response to see him staring at something in his lap.
"Well, I did, but I'm too amused by this Lieutenant," his eyebrow quirked, that trademark smirk appeared, as he held up the black lace babydoll by the straps. "I had no idea that you were a fan of lace Lieutenant." Her pupils dilated as she realized what he was holding, her face instantly turning red. Roy knew he was playing with fire once again, and would be lucky if she didn't shoot him for his previous comment. He flinched and closed his eyes as he felt her tear the garment from his hands, stomping back over to the bed.
"Don't get mad Hawkeye," he waved his hands, showing no harm, even though she couldn't see him, "I didn't mean to be offensive (or perverted ;) every woman has to have at least one pair of underwear like that anyways," he said offhandedly.
"Just get some boxes and help me pack these up," she was her snappy self again. He sighed getting up from his seat, grabbing some boxes from the door. He looked at her from behind as he moved over to the bed. She had changed into a white button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up (just like he normally wore underneath his military uniform,) a pair of blue jeans, her black military boots, and her hair was back up in its daily style.
"Pack these neatly sir," she placed a pile of uniforms and dresses in front of him to pack, "I don't want to have wrinkled clothes when I get to Central." Riza sighed as she started folding and packing her own box.
"I see." He really didn't know what to say to her. In the course of twenty-four hours she became extremely hard to read. When he had first met her, he could barley read her emotions but that changed over time. Now it was like starting at square one, but further back. Should he comfort her? give her advice? tell her that everything would be ok and that he'd try to get her back in every way possible? In his mind, she was closing her self off from everyone so her transfer wouldn't hurt them. He sighed looking at the item of clothing in his hand. A small smile appeared on his face when he saw the red strapless dress in his hands. "I haven't seen this dress in ages."
"Hm?" She looked at him, and then at the dress he was holding. "What are you talking about? I just wore that to the Governors Ball last winter. Don't you remember it?" He stopped for a moment, staring at the wall, going through his memories of all the events that Riza escorted him to.
"Ah yes, you're right. You did wear that this past winter." He smiled, trying to lighten the already awkward mood. "That was a fun event."
"In your eyes since you went skirt chasing with Havok."
"Now that's not true Hawkeye, we all were on assignment to protect one of the ministers there."
Riza cocked an eyebrow towards him in disbelief, "Forgive me if I'm rude sir, but who was on the dance floor for most of the night, dancing with Brigadier Generals wives?"
"All right, all right. That's enough bashing of your superiors ego." He really was trying to be nice and let her get away with argumentative tone. He very well knew what she could do to him and thought it be better to let her have her way. "However, if I remember correctly, you refused an offer to dance with me but promised you'd dance with me later."
"Yes, I did promise you that, but only because we were on assignment, we weren't there to have a good time. Have you finished packing that box?" She walked over into her kitchen grabbing some boxing tape so she could seal her box shut.
"Just finished," he scooted the box over and placed another one in its spot, "what else do you want me to pack?"
"There are some books on the table and in the closet plus some pots in the kitchen."
Roy nodded and went towards her now empty closet, grabbing the books that were on the floor. He placed them on the bed, going over to her table and grabbing the pile off there. Looking at the stacks on the bed, Roy was surprised to see that Hawkeye had quite a collection of books, just as he did. "You have quite a literary collection Hawkeye. I'm very impressed." He filtered through the list of authors as he placed the books one by one in the cardboard box. Chekhov, Ibsen, Flaubert, Dante, Joyce, Rousseau, More, this is surely not light reading.
"It's not what you expected to find, right sir?" She looked over at him, taping up another box of clothes.
"You're right," he continued to place books in the box; "I did not expect to see authors like this. I mean, not trying to insult your capabilities to read these works, these authors are from so many different countries. I never thought you'd like these types of genre."
"Don't feel bad. I'm just a bit of an odd ball towards literature…not like Scieszka though." She heard him let out a bit of a chuckle as she placed another packed box near her door. Riza bent down to scratch Black Hayate's head as Roy continued the conversation.
"No, I wouldn't expect you to be like her. It's just that I thought you'd have maybe a few historical books, maybe a book on alchemy, and at least a dozen books on guns."
"Well, your assumptions aren't completely wrong. I do own most of those books. I kept an alchemy book at my desk along with a small book on guns at my desk, so those are already packed away; however, the rest are in some storage facility down in Southern." The two went silent again as Riza packed away her old kettle and the few pots she owned. There were a few more things that needed to be packed, but Riza reassured Roy that she could handle that when she got back.
"Oh, we should head to the train station. I called them last night to confirm you tickets for you Lieutenant." Roy taped the box of books shut, placing it by the door with all the other boxes.
"Thank you. I completely forgot to call the train station." Riza placed some food in Black Hayate's bowl and refilled his water bowl.
"So, how about we head down to the station and then go out and grab an early dinner." Roy took a sip of his coffee, cringing at its cold taste, before dumping it down the sink. Riza agreed with the idea, and excused herself from the room just briefly. He took a minute to look around her apartment. There wasn't anything colorful about it really, everything just had a dull military color to it; however, one thing did stick out in the room. On her small vanity, up in a corner, stuck between the wood and the mirror, there was a picture. It wasn't old, but just by looking at it he could tell that it had been handled numerous times. He walked over and smiled when he recognized the picture. Looking around his shoulder, making sure that Riza wasn't around, he quickly grabbed the picture and slid it in his civilian jacket.
"Ready to go sir?" Roy quickly spun around on his heels, showing a huge grin, acting as if nothing was going on, "You bet."
AN: Well, long time no update! .; Sorry about that, school's decided to take over my life again, and golf too. So I've been really busy. Heh ;;; dogdes tomatos Hope you all liked this chapter! I'll try and get the next installment out on Fridayish...maybe earlier if I have time. Well, the story is about to speed up, in about two or three chapters actually. Personally, I think the best line in this chapter was the one about Riza's sleepware. Gotta thank Fierun for that idea XD dies If any of you are wondering what a babydoll is, go to www . victoriassecret . com and look at their sleepware section. You'll get a pretty good idea as to what it is. Hmmm...what else to say. Until next time! Comments and reviews are always loved