It's Not How The Heart Works
Chapter 3
" The Bistro "
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Disclaimer: I do not own FMA or any characters from FMA. Hiromu Arakawa does. If I did own FMA, I would make Envy my personal palm tree. x3
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A/N: I decided not to do that / character-name / thing anymore, since for me, it felt kind of stupid. I'll make it so you can piece things together though. I also decided to put off "Ambush" for a bit longer, since this chapter's kind of long. n.n Happy reading!
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BEEP, BEEP, BEEP...
Damn alarm clock! I had just woken up to the sound of it. 4:00 AM. Damn, set it at the wrong time again... one hour early...
I guess I could go get some breakfast. I slipped into some blue jeans and a black t-shirt. I put on a leather jacket that was by my dresser and walked out of my office.
I guess I could go to the Darner's Cafe off Wheelturn Avenue (A/N: yes I know, it was an off-the-top name, don't say anything about it xD). I walked down Mulberey Road and turned to see the sign marked 'Wheelturn AVE.' To my dissapointment, the cafe was closed. Damn, forgot! The cafe owner died just two days ago...
I walked around, then heard a slight grumbling sound.
"Argh, I'm so hungry!"
I spotted what seemed like a sign that said 'Lover's Bistro.'
Yes, a cafe!
I walked in and immediately smelled hazelnut coffee. It was a soothing smell.
I walked in. The place looked like a nightclub. I stared at the clock. 5:00AM. I've got time to kill.
The bartender was wiping the table beside me. He spotted me since I came in, no doubt.
"What can I get ya?"
"Coffee, dark. Maybe a bagel or something?"
"Sure."
I gave him a small smile and looked on the left of me. There was a small stage, and tables with lots of people, clapping. The spotlight came up and a girl walked up from the curtains of the small stage. It was a beautiful woman with long, blonde hair, brown eyes, and a beautiful body. She was wearing a white skirt that went to her knees and a black tank top. Wait a second...
He looked back at the face of the woman. LIEUTENANT RIZA HAWKEYE!
A person from the audience had brung up a microphone for her.
She cleared her throat and then started to speak.
"Tonight, I give you a poem that I wrote yesterday. I call it, 'A Bleeding Heart.'"
There were many claps and cheers. She had dug into her pockets and pulled out a small little black book. Then she recited the poem.
"To speak the language of a bleeding heart…
Crumpled papers falling,
Lightning-tight words flying
As if…
As if there were still hope
Of mending the open wound
With childlike wonder,
With wanton abandon and endless
Fascination with the way two bodies touch…"
There was complete silence as the smell of coffee still drifted around the room. The bartender had tapped me on the shoulder lightly, and set a cup of coffee and a plate with a bagel in front of me. I nodded with thanks as she continued to wipe the tables.
"No, it can't be so simple as that…
The wingless fae with a wand of spun gold
Could not chase the red river away.
Erect a dam, tend it well…as maybe, just maybe,
The flow of blood, the arching white-hot lance
Of pain may slow…a bit."
I wonder what Riza is doing here... has she been doing this awhile?
"She's a beauty, eh?"
The bartender looked up at Riza, then at me. I didn't say anything.
"Hey, you know her or something? You haven't touched any of your food since you've gotten here. All you've been doing is stare at her."
"By any chance, do you know her name?"
"Yeah, the gal's name is Riza."
I was still in shock. Yeah, it was Riza! I still couldn't believe it though.
"I see." I gulped down the coffee and ate the bagel, then continued to set my gaze against Riza.
God. She looks beautiful. I looked at her hair. Beautiful, free flowing, sleek and shiny. The way she stands, the way she made her dress twirl in such a way...
"To speak the language of a bleeding heart…
Soft tears falling,
Gentle touches soothing
As if…
As if there were still hope
Of mending this bloody, open wound
With childlike wonder,
With love calmly given as two bodies touch
In fascination with the blood that still flows…"
Riza closed her eyes then the spotlight turned off. There were claps, cheers and whistles as she walked off the stage.
God, why was I thinking this way about her! Am I being perverted again? She did look beautiful though... no, she looked drop dead gorgeous...
She was heading for the door, where I was. Potpourri. The smell of potpurri was covered all over her. What a heavenly scent...
Then she stopped dead in her tracks and turned around to face me, with a look of shock on her face.
"Coloniel? What are you doing here?"
"I was going to ask you the same question."
"Well... er... I was..." She was about to run until I grabbed her wrist.
Potpourri. Her hair. her eyes. The way she stands. The heavenly smell. It felt like my body had been frozen with emotions rushing through every part of my body. My heart was pounding. Pounding.
The smell of potpourri mixed with coffee put both of us into a weird trance in that very moment. I leaned in and locked my lips against hers. Get away from her! Break the kiss! My mind was screaming, get away, but my heart wanted to make the kiss last forever. Lips... so sweet... so...
Riza broke the kiss with a flush coming to her cheeks.
"W-What was that for..."
"I-I d-don't know..."
Then the entire cafe and the bartender started to clap, yell, and whistle. They had saw me kiss her.
I looked at Riza and she was thinking the same thing. GET OUT OF THE CAFE, NOW.
We both ran out until the Bistro was nowhere to be seen.
Riza was still holding my hand, and yanked it away.
"What the hell was that for!"
"I don't know! You just looked damn beautiful alright!"
I looked away from her, but she already noticed the bright red blush that came to my face, a red that was redder than Ed's coat.
"Oh... I see..."
She looked away with a blush just as red.
We both walked side by side, at the crack of dawn.
I stared at my watch. 5:45. OH SHIT.
"Riza, I've got to get back to HQ at 6:00AM!"
"Oh god, it's 15 'til 6! Better run!"
She grabbed my hand, why, I do not know, and we ran towards HQ. She made sure nobody spotted us and we ran down the halls, as we listened to the click click sound of Riza's high heels. She lost her balance then fell right on top of me. I turned around to be face to face with Riza. We blushed again and we were in a daze for a brief moment, then got up to running again. Riza rushed into her quarters and it seemed as if she blew me a kiss... but that wasn't the reason now!
I WAS GONNA BE LATE!
I ran into my office and quickly changed back into my military uniform.
5:57 AM. Phew. What a night...
I walked outside to find Gran and Armstrong waiting for me by the car.
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A/N: The poem that Riza recited was by Dena L. Moore, also entitled, Bleeding Heart. A little bit of lime, nothing too messy. Hope you enjoyed this chappie! Arigatou!