For the Love of RoyAi!
By: Akira Asakura
A/N:
I
decided to update earlier this week since it took me so long to
update last week. Of course this will lead to a longer while to wait
for an update, but next time I'm updating twice for that week,
because they're both short. Oh, and though I have four more
drabbles waiting after this (3 weeks worth) I would still like some
challenges. I was supposed to make a sequel to one of them for my
friend, but I'm waiting for inspiration. Anyway, enjoy this one.
It's a sequel to Butterfly, and don't forget to review after
reading!
-♥-
Drabble Four – Protection
Springtime came with the joyful promise to all of less work and better days, but the Colonel did not enjoy it, for that also promised him no more calm evenings working and admiring his butterfly. Yes, she was still his. She would always be his, forevermore and "'til death do them part".
So on beautiful, spring days he would take himself to the park, admiring the other butterflies, the metaphorical and literal. But among the metaphorical he would never find any quite like his own. But he'd feed his pathetic need with pathetically cheap alcohol, often whiskey, so strong to overcome the flood of emotion, and even more pathetically whorish women, slurred illusions when he had let the alcohol control his physical being.
Today though, he had merely been searching for the literal. It was a nice day and the park seemed welcoming. He came upon an open field in which a dog ran chasing those beautiful insects. It looked all too familiar, so he knew to search for its owner. "Hawkeye," he greeted. A smile lit his face.
"Oh, sir," she spurted. She came into a shaky salute.
He chuckled, motioning at their civilian attire.
"O-of course, excuse me," she spat out. "I forget we have lives beyond the military."
"We almost don't," came his morbid reply. A change of subject was in need and Mustang provided it. "Admiring the butterflies, I see?"
"Y-yes, sir," Her embarrassment grew. "And you, sir?"
"Admiring them as well, I suppose. I am attached to that one there that your mutt follows around. Be sure Hayate doesn't let her get hurt." He pointed, serving a side-glance at the same moment to her, perhaps motioning something else than he let off.
"Yes, but, um, "her", sir?" the questioning look was not unexpected.
"I wouldn't have it any other way. Besides, I've found butterfly to take on many meanings." He rose and nodded his head to his subordinate. "Good day, Hawkeye."
He turned to the dog emerging from the field. "And Hayate, watch over my butterfly please."
The dog barked in reply and trotted to Hawkeye. He understood and he would take care of her.
-End-