To Thine Own Self Be True
Chapter 2 - Expect The Unexpected
Back in his office, Roy Mustang reclined in his chair behind his desk, which was still covered in paperwork. Breda an Havoc were quietly doing their work, paying their lazy superior no mind. At about 1600, there was a knock at the door. Mustang quickly slid his feet off his desk and stood up. The door opened to revile a largely build military office with little pink sparkles around his head.
"Major Armstrong, good afternoon. Um... your sparkling again."
Mustang relaxed a little and smiled a non-playboy smile as the Major walked in, his sparkles popping one-by-one like bubbles. Soon, the sparkles were all gone.
"Yes, sorry Lieutenant Colonel. I'm here to deliver your new subordinate's file."
Armstrong walked into the room, barely fitting in the doorway. He walked over to Mustang and dropped a folder on his desk. Mustang looked down at the floor and picked it up, flicking a few stray sparkles off it. He read the name on the tab.
"Hawkeye, huh?"
Mustang cocked and eyebrow and looked up at Armstrong who was once again sparkling. He noticed Mustang's stares and the sparkles disappeared again.
"Yes sir, your new Lieutenant is downstairs, shall I send for her...?"
"HER?" Mustang's eye popped out of his head. He was having a hard enough time excepting a new subordinate, never mind a girl. But soon, Mustang straightened up and put on his best playboy smile. He figured, why not a girl. After all he was known as the famous Roy Mustang. Flame Alchemist and lady-killer. He totally forgot the fact that Hawkeye was a gun-wielding female.
"Well, yes Major. Please do. Send her on in."
Armstrong left, leaving the two other boys confused. Havoc was pulling stray sparkles off his desk and Breda was helping.
"He needs to control those things better."
Havoc smirked as the last of the sparkles disappeared. Mustang sighed and walked out from around his desk. He walked to the mirror which hung behind his door and straightened his messy hair and his jacket. His hair didn't change much, just looked more... uncontrolled.
"Mustang..."
Armstrong returned with a military personnel behind him. He stepped aside, saluted the new person, then left. Mustang walked out from behind the door and stared. He still had his hand in his hair and when he saw his new personnel, he almost ripped out his hair.
"You!"
"You!"
The two stared at each other. No saluting or anything was exchanged.
"No... you can't be Hawkeye!"
"And what if I am?"
The two had a stare-off. Neither moving. Havoc and Breda could feel the tension in the office and slowly moved into a far corner.
"I can't believe I was assigned to you!"
"I can say the same thing! A woman in my department! Unheard of!"
Mustang flared. The girl walked into the office and walked right by Mustang. It was the same girl from the mess hall. Her short blond hair made her look more like a man then a woman. Her amber eyes flaring with rage.
"Why would the Fuhrer send me a woman?"
Mustang asked as he walked behind his desk and dropped down.
"Maybe because he knows you need someone to watch you and make sure the work is done...correctly., sir."
She shot at him with a glare to match the words.
"Woman don't belong in the military. They belong in the kitchen!"
The girl, known as Hawkeye, pulled out her gun and aimed it at Mustang. He flinched and ducked behind his desk.
"How dare you threaten your superior officer!"
Mustang cried from behind his desk. Hawkeye moved to the side of his desk, out of the doorway and aimed it at him again.
"How dare you insult me!"
Hawkeye aimed the gun at his head. Both hands holding the black pistol steady.
"Excuse me, Lieutenant Colonel...?"
A man knocked on the open door and walking in. Mustang stood up and walked out from behind his desk. He quickly raised into a salute. The other's did as well, Hawkeye putting her gun quickly behind her back.
"Brigadier General Chaplain."
The say together as the Brigadier General smiled. He was an older man with short graying black hair and a matching mustache which was thin and dropped down the sides of his mouth. He looked more like an old western sheriff then a Military high ranking officer.
"At ease men...and woman."
Chaplain stepped into the room, his colorful badges and rank bars adorning his blue uniform. He was only a few inches taller then Mustang who was pretty tall himself. Chaplain smiled as he walked into the room.
"To what do we own the pleasure of your visit?"
Mustang asked as he leaned onto the edge of his desk, hands in his pants pockets, looking swift as ever with 'the' grin plastered on his face. Hawkeye, Havoc and Breda remained standing, no longer saluting, but watching with interest. As soon as Hawkeye recognized the face, she relaxed a little.
"Well, I'm here to check up on my grandchild."
Chaplain smiled and closed the door behind him. He walked over to where Hawkeye was standing. He noticed her gun was in her hand which was behind her back.
"Showing off your skills, Lieutenant Hawkeye?"
Hawkeye blushed and pulled her gun out from behind her back. She then quickly put it back into it's holster.
"Um..."
"It's okay."
Chaplain smiled and moved from her to in front of Mustang.
"Who is your grandchild sir?"
Mustang asked with interest. His eyes wandered to Havoc and Breda and they both shook their heads 'no'.
"Well, my grandchild...or granddaughter to be exact... is Second Lieutenant Angel Hawkeye."
Mustang froze. He couldn't believe his ears. His new subordinate was the Brigadier General's granddaughter. His life just quickly went down hill. any chance of a quick promotion was gone now that close connections to the Fuhrer were going to be sitting in his office daily.
"Hawkeye is your granddaughter...?"
"Why yes."
Chaplain smiled and walked back over to Hawkeye where he put a gentle hand on her shoulder. She smiled. Mustang almost passed out. Havoc and Breda...well... lets just say they were clueless as ever.
"You see, I just had to come down here and visit once I heard my little Angel was going to start working here. Can't go on without a 'hello' and a 'welcome'."
He continued to smile and pat Hawkeye on the back. She smiled and looked up at him. Her cheeks were starting to feel hot. Praying he wouldn't embarrass her.
"Well, I don't want to hang around to long. You four need to get to know each other. Don't kill him Angel, he probably means well...I think."
And with that, Chaplain left the room. Mustang slowly turned to face Hawkeye.
"Second Lt. Angel Hawkeye...Why didn't you tell me your grandfather was the Brigadier General?"
"You never asked...sir. and I prefer the name Riza... not Angel."
Mustang stepped in front of Hawkeye.
"Dog tags..."
"Excuse me?"
"Your dog tags, let me see them."
Hawkeye hesitated, but then reached into her jacket and pulled the chain out from around her neck. She handed them to him and he looked at the two tags. One tag said... 'Second Lieutenant. Gunman - Sharpshooter'. The second tag said... 'Angel Elizabeth Hawkeye'.
"your tags have no name of 'Riza'."
"No sir, but I prefer the name Riza. It's short for Elizabeth, my middle name."
Mustang stared at the tags closely, then looked up at Hawkeye, then back at the tags and then back at Hawkeye. He threw the tags at her and walked away.
"Fine...'Riza' it is. But only because your grandfather is the Brigadier General."
"sir, I prefer not being associated with my grandfather."
"You don't respect him?"
"Yes...I mean no. I mean...well, let's just say, I rose through the ranks on my own and not with the help of him. I can handle myself and don't need assistance from above."
She took her tags and placed them back around her neck, tucking them into her jacket.
"Good, because your not going to get it easy in this office just because he's your grandfather. So it's good you already are that way so you won't have to learn the hard way."
Mustang walked back around his desk and sat down. Hawkeye remained standing.
"Sit. Anywhere. Sit."
Hawkeye stared for a moment, then walked over and sat down across from Breda and Havoc. The two boys were next to each other. Hawkeye's desk was the one right in front of Mustang. To her left was his desk. She chose this because she knew her presence was making him somewhat uncomfortable. She smiled to herself. This was going to be more fun then she thought.
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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