Chapter 3: Little Talk.

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"You?" he heard the person in front of him said before he could not even blink his eyes.

Margaret blinked her eyes. She looked back and forth at the two people in front of her. "You two know each other?"

"I didn't know you're on leave too," Roy said while ignoring his mother's question. He looked up and down at his aide. He really took some time to recognize her in her casual clothes.

"Um, yeah. I took a few weeks off to relax my mind. It has been a while since the last time I take a long break," Riza said. "Sorry bout that,sir."

"Bout what?" Roy asked.

"You know, taking leave without informing you first." Riza said while lowering her head.

"It's OK. I don't bother about all these small matters."

"I didn't expect to see you here. Especially as Aunt Margaret's son."

" Tell me bout it. I never thought that you are the girl she's been bragging about either." Roy said. The two of them keep on ignoring poor Margaret.

"Riza, honey. You didn't tell me that you're dating my cookie," Margaret cut in as she could not stand being ignored any more.

Riza looked confused at first. "Cookie?" Then she glanced at Roy and smirked. Just like Roy's famous smirk. "Oh, no, auntie. You've got the wrong idea. We're not dating. He is my superior officer."

"Well that's the worst news I've heard for months," Margaret shrugged.

"Mom, can we do all this chatting later," Roy complained. "I'm starving!"

"Oh, poor cookie!" Riza exclaimed mockingly at him.

"Hey, that is no way to act to your superior officer." His face turned a little red.

"Well, I'm on leave right now," Riza helped Margaret to serve the food. " You can do nothing about it. I'm on a holiday and I am going to do what I want to do."

"Mom! Did you hear what she just said!" Roy turned to face his mother only to found her looking at them with twinkling eyes. Roy and Riza both sweat dropped.

" I can't believe you still hide behind your mama's skirt every time people make fun of you."

"No, I don't!" He was about to call his mother again when he realized that it will only make Riza tease him even more. " Just wait and see what I'll do to you when we return to the central."

"What? You are going to walk around and tell every one that I was bullying you during your holiday?" The blond woman said with her back facing Roy. "You can't. Your mom wouldn't let you. Isn't that right, aunty?" She turn to face Margaret.

Happy that she is no longer ignored, Margaret nodded her head. "Right! There is no way I will allow my cookie and my sugar to fight with one another just to convince me that you are not dating when you really are and ruin the wonderful relationship."

The two youngsters sweat dropped again. "Mom, that is not it. I'm not seeing her," Roy said. "And why should I. I have no intention to get a bullet stuck to my skull whenever I make a wrong move in bed."

"Oh, whatever," Riza replied. "Like I would even want to share a bed with you along with all the other sluts who have been worshipping you. Beside, I'm not taking the risk to get infected with any disease that those sluts have spread into you." She never thought she will ever say such thing to him. She never thought she dared. But there was no doubt that she was enjoying herself by arguing with him.

"Fine! I have nothing to loose."

"There, there. Enough already," Margaret said. "I will act as if I believed that you are not seeing each other if it will make the two of you happy."

Roy and Riza sighed. " Whatever," Roy mumbled. They finally sat down and ate their lunch quietly. 'What has gotten into her. I never expected her to be like this when she's not working. Still, it is kinda fun.'

"Oh, Riza," Margaret said after they finished their meal. "Why don't you stay with us instead of staying at the motel?"

"Are you sure? I don't want to be a burden to you."

"Of course I'm sure. I'll be insulted if you did not take upon my invitation.'

"If you insist, then I'd love to stay," Riza said and turn to Roy who was still playing with his dessert. "Plus, I can give you a hand with babysitting your cookie whenever you have to go out."

"Hey, I don't need a baby sitter!"

"That's a splendid idea, Riza." Margaret said, ignoring Roy's comment.

"Mom! I'm twenty nine, not nine years old! For crying out loud!" Roy complained. "Twenty-nine! Not nine! I don't need a babysitter. Especially her.You don't know what she's capable of doing!" Riza threw him a death glare. " See. She's doing it right now."

"Cookie.. That is no way to talk to your mother," Riza said while giving him another smirk.

"Oh, Cookie. Don't worry. She's a lovely girl. You'll enjoy her company. It will be fantastic." Margaret said.

"Yeah, like I haven't gotten enough of her company." Roy complained again.

Riza stared at him and while mimicking a very sweet voice, she said, "I see you really need to have a lesson about manner. No worries. Riza is hear to teach you all that you need to know about manner." She smiled at him and then to Margaret.

'I'm so dead.'

Later that evening, Roy walked Riza to the motel she was staying at to collect her belongings. ( He walked her only after his mother threaten to come and stay with him at the centre. ;p) Riza walked two steps behind him just the way she always did whenever they were on duty. She was very quiet during the five minutes walk. Roy found that the way she looked around at the city seemed like she know that place quite well.

"What are you doing here, anyway?" Roy asked. "Don't you have a hometown to go back to." He said trying to get his revenge back. But when he turned and saw the hurt look in her eyes he regretted what he just said.

"Of course I do, sir." Riza answered. She spoke formally. "I'm not a homeless person."

"Hey, I didn't mean it that way," Roy said, decided to call off his revenge plan. "What I was trying to say is what is so special about this place that brought you here."

"I'm on a holiday, sir. I can go anywhere I feel like going. I don't see anything wrong with coming here."

"Fine, but what's with being formal all of sudden."

"Huh?"

"……."

"Oh, just, youknow. When I called you sir in front of your mother, I can tell that she didn't feel comfortable. Perhaps she's tired of hearing people calling you sir or whatever. So… I…." Riza try to explain. " I'm sorry, sir. I didn't mean what I said." 'But I meant some of it.' She thought.

"It's OK," They walked up to her room. "We are off duty so why don't we drop all this dorky formal behaviour."

"Alright. Stay outside then." Riza said while closing her room's door leaving him outside.

"Hey, that is no way to act to your colonel!"

"I thought you said we don't have to be formal." She said from inside the room.

"Er.. Well.. Yeah. But still! Where is your manner? Aren't you the one who's bragging about manners and stuff in front of my mom just now! Look who is being rude right now!"

"No. I'm being careful."

"Oh, really. From what?"

"A pervert."

" I'm not a pervert. Just because I'm planning on making all female officer to wear miniskirt does not make me one."

"I didn't say you are. But since you assumed yourself as one, then you must be one after all."

"……"

"And I must say that the way your mind work is almost the same as a pervert's," Riza finally opened the door. "So, I must be the one with the head case because eventhough I know that matter, I still work under you. As the only female officer, in fact."

Roy smirked. It is true. She was a very loyal person. She had always been such a loyal person. Obeying his orders. At work only, that is, he made this small note inside his head considering what happened that afternoon. He took the bag from her hands. This caused Riza to look at him in a very awkward way.

"Hey, I'm a gentleman alright." Roy said. e'Besides, it's not like a get a chance to touch her hand everyday.' He turned and saw Riza blushing lightly. That was the first time he caught her off guard. Usually she acts as if she has no feeling at all. "You are still a lady even though you mock me."

"I told you I'm sorry." She said with a guilty look in her eyes. "I was just trying to make your mom happy." Riza stopped and turned to face Roy. "You really should visit your poor mom more often. Do you have any idea how much she misses you?"

"Come on. How long have you known me? You know what it's like working in the military. Busier than the damn bee."

"Yes, I've known you for quit long, but I don't know you. I don't know what you have been doing in your free time that makes you really busy that you can't even spend some time to visit your own mama. I don't understand why you couldn't do such thing when even someone like Havoc visits his mama at least twice a year."

Roy silenced. He thought about what she just said. Does she really think that she didn't know him? She knows how he likes his coffee to be. She knows he hates paperwork. She knows he loves dog. Isn't that enough for her to say that she knows him well? Roy wondered. He grabbed her hand.

"What's wrong?" Riza asked with a perplexed look in her eyes.

"Would you like to go to an old favourite bar of mine?" Roy asked. "I can give you a taste of my all time favourite wine. Come on. Mom wouldn't mind."

"Now? But.. but.. what about all these bags?"

"What about them?"

"Where are you going to put them?"

"With me. Why?"

"You're gonna carry them along?"

"I don't see why not."

Riza stared at the dark haired colonel. "Are you for real?"

"Yep! So stop wasting time and lets go." Roy said, dragging Riza with him. He held her hand firmly as he made a dash to the bar. Riza's hair which was down flow beautifully as she try to catch up with Roy. Roy smiled looking at her that way and kept on walking.

>>>So that's it for now. I'm so tired. Gotta hit the shower for the third time today. I hope you readers forgive me for writing such a dull chapter. I have no Idea but everyone was urging me to update soon. Anyway, fourth one will be written when I get inspiration. I hope damn soon. Kisses!