Promises and Guns and Flowers, Oh My
Chapter One
It was over. The homunculi were out of the State Military. And Roy Mustang was the Colonel who made this happen. He emerged from the battle with only a few scars, one being the loss of his left eye. Riza Hawkeye, well, she was the one who saved Mustang's ass... AGAIN! After months of healing, they were finally able to return to the military as newly promoted General Mustang and Lieutenant General Hawkeye. Things went on peacefully. Nothing changed. Well, almost nothing. One normal day, Mustang was a little off, more then usual. He didn't do his paperwork and didn't even flinch when Hawkeye used her gun to motivate him. He just sat there staring off into space. After a few rounds, Hawkeye gave up and worked on her work.
"Sir, it's almost 2300. 'Please' do your work."
Hawkeye gave a last plea for corporation. But it failed. She sighed and walked over to his desk, hoping maybe a little lead would do the trick. As she reached his desk, she pulled her gun and aimed, this time at his crotch.
"Hawkeye!"
Mustang jumped off the chair as a bullet just missed his 'you-know'.
"Sir! Paperwork."
Hawkeye moved her gun and aimed at him again, where he laid on the floor. He ducked aside of his desk and crawled away from her. She watched with steady eyes as he disappeared. Then, taken by surprise, Mustang jumped up behind her and grabbed her, placing a hand over her mouth and another one on her hand holding the gun. She knocked the gun to the floor and held her still. Her eyes were widened with fear. What was he trying to pull.
"Promise not to scream, yell, shoot, kick, hit or kill me. Then I'll release. Promise?"
Hawkeye slowly nodded her head and he released her. She turned quickly around to face him.
"Sir!"
Her angry words perched through his head. Her face showed complete anger towards him and he didn't blame her. She bent down and picked up her gun, aiming it at him.
"You promised."
She continued to aim it, but then, slowly, she lowered her gun by her side.
"Now, I have another question I would like to ask you."
Mustang walked back around to his desk and sat down. He reached into his middle desk drawer and fished around for something.
"Hawkeye, you've followed me through the ranks correct?"
"Yes, sir."
"And you've pushed me higher?"
"Yes, sir. Where are you going with this sir?"
"I'll ask the questions Hawkeye."
Hawkeye just stared as her looked through his messy drawer. Finally he found what he was looking for and quickly pulled it and put it in his uniform jacket.
"Hawkeye, my final question if a little more personal."
"Sir, I don't approve of personal questions, especially when the work needs to be done."
"I under stand. Just one more question. Please."
"Okay. But then, it's back to work."
"Yes, of course."
Mustang stood up and began walking around the room and Hawkeye put her gun away. He paced back and forth, trying to figure out what to say and how to say it without getting his nuts shot off.
"Now, I want to become Fuhrer someday. You know. I've told you this many times before. But when I do become Fuhrer, I don't want to do it alone. I want someone to follow me..."
"Sir, I've already told you I would follow you."
"Yes, but remember, Maes said the same thing, and look, he's now pushing up daises at the military cemetery. He was pushing me, and he got himself killed."
"Sir..."
"Hawkeye, I would like to have a promise from you. When I become Fuhrer, I would love it if you stood beside me, not behind me. Always there, not just for protection, but as a friend."
Mustang stopped at the wall and stared at a framed photo of him and Maes. He smiled and winked at the photo. He could of sworn the image of Maes winked back. He shook his head and moved on.
"Now, I don't just need a subordinate behind me. I need a friend next to me. To guide me in more then military ways. Someone who will be there inside and outside of these military base walls. Someone willing to go the distance."
Hawkeye had her head tilted to the side and she was staring at him in a confused manor. She gave him permission to ask a question, then do paperwork. She was slowly regretting it. He was dragging out his question and it was getting later and later and she was tired.
"Sir..."
Mustang ignored her plead and continued rambling. He then did something unexpected. He walked over to her from across the room and stood completely still. His face lost all expression and he gazed into her amber, tired eyes. Hawkeye straightened up and stared back. She wanted to go home. Then, out of no where, mustang dropped to his knees. Hawkeye stared with a look of utmost shock and confusion.
"Please follow me. Stand next to me, as my subordinates, my friend, my companion."
Mustang pulled something from his pocket and held it in front of him. Hawkeye's woke right up and stared at the box.
"When I become Fuhrer... Riza, will you marry me?"
The box was opened to revile a silver braided chain. On the chain was gold band with a diamond shinny brightly. Hawkeye couldn't speak. She was frozen. Her eyes watched the ring sparkle. She noticed the chain and couldn't possible wonder why he put an engagement RING on a necklace. Then it hit her. Fraternization. It was illegal. They could be court marshaled. Unless he became Fuhrer and changed the rules. Thus the chain. To always wear the ring, but in secret. She smiled as she felt tears threatening her eyes.
"Yes."
She whispered to herself as she dropped to her knees and knelt before him staring into his dark eyes which held so much emotion right now; fear, love, lust, anger. All bottled up into one unknown emotion. She wrapped her arms around his neck as the tears fell from her eyes.
"Yes."
She whispered again, this time in his ear. He smiled as he fumbled with the box behind her back. He removed the necklace and unclasped the clasp. He pushed her back and then clasped the necklace around her neck. The ring hung below her collar, making it easy for her to hide it under her uniform jacket. She looked down at the sparkling ring. His gloved hand found it's way to her chin and he lifted up her head, where his warm lips met her's.
A/N - Please review. Constructive criticism accepted. No Flames (Thats Roy's job only). Please look in my profile oo0AnimeChild0oo for all my other stories. And again, thanks for reading.
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