For the Love of RoyAi!
A/N:
Thank you for all the kind reviews, and now, here is your next drabble.
Disclaimer: I do not own FullMetal Alchemist or anything that fall with it in copyright.
-♥-
Drabble Two- Taking out the Trash
It was as of February Seventh Riza Hawkeye realized she hated love notes. It was also as of that day, that she decided to do something about it.
She had arrived promptly at work at precisely 6:00 AM. On Saturdays she was permitted to come at 8:00, but it was a Friday on that particular Seventh of February, precisely a week before St. Valentine's Day. She came to the mail room as usual, nodding to the receptionists at the front desk along the way, and first went to the Colonel's box. Her face held, if not actual anger, a faint notion of irritation. The box was bulging with early Valentine's invitations.
Hawkeye kept all of the chocolates, for any woman would hate wasting such delectable treats, but tossed the messages away. She grabbed her hand gun from its holster, noticing it had only two shots left and decided to enjoy target practice while ridding of the unappreciated mail. It seemed there was nothing but love notes in Mustang's mailbox anyway.
She tossed a few rather large ones in the air, seeing how well she'd be able to aim in her fury, and shot one bullet, timing and angling so perfect that they shot each heart-shaped paper dead-center. The force also managed to drift the sheets satisfyingly in the trash can. She repeated her performance with her last bullet of the round and smirked. She shoved the full waste-basket into a corner, grabbing her own mail along the way, and smirked upon seeing the note on top. Tied to a white rose, was a baby-blue sheet of paper. On it were written the words,
"I know you will, as you always do, so thank-you for taking out the trash. I hope I may be honored with thanking you with dinner on Valentine's Day,
Your Lieutenant Colonel,
Roy Mustang."
It was then that Riza Hawkeye also realized that she loved taking out the trash.
-End-