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One In A Million
Roy Mustang has always noticed that his cool, collected and calm Lieutenant was different from any other women that he met before. She was different from the waitresses he chatted up at the café, different from the dates he took out to wine and dine, different from the women that he picked up at bars.
She was just sooooooooooo different from them. He never quite figured out how special she was until one fine day…
Man… all these paperwork is so boring! Gotta think up something interesting to do. Hmm… how 'bout calling up the blond chic I picked up last night? What's her name again? Lisa? Molly? Cindy?
Nah… Hawkeye will shoot me if I pick up the phone and call up chics during office hours.
Mustang fiddled with his pen boringly.
Why can't she just be like any other women I meet?
Then he began to scribble on a paper: Why R.H is so... herself?
He couldn't find an exact word to describe her.
1. She never wears a miniskirt – 1/10
I'll love to see her wearing it one day. I bet she'll look as pretty as any one of those chics. Maybe even more so.
2. She is a workaholic. – 1/100
All she talks to me is work, work and more work!
3. She is absolutely loyal to me. – 1/1000
This woman… She will even take bullets for me if necessary.
4. She…
"Sir?"
Oh no… not good.
He quickly hid that paper under the document that he was supposed to read.
"Hmm?"
"What are you doing there?"
"Doing my work of course."
He mustered his most charming smirk to her.
She eyed him with that I-smell-something-fishy-there look.
"Really?"
She walked over towards him.
He sweatdrop.
"What exactly are you reading?"
"Just some usual reports."
"I see…"
But before he could react, she already lifted that document from his desk, revealing that paper underneath it.
"Then what is this?"
She snatched it from him as quick as lighting.
Mustang's face went pale.
She narrowed her eyes and her scowl deepened with each line she read.
Riza Hawkeye was certainly not a dumb blonde. It didn't take her long to put two and two together.
"Colonel, mind explain this to me?" she asked with a very low and dangerous voice.
9,8,7…
"I need to go to the bathroom."
6,5,4…
"Just a minute. You haven't answered my question, sir."
3,2,1…
He shut his eyes tight and embraced himself for whatever coming next.
0…
Bang!
Her bullet barely missed his face by a few inches.
"I suggest that you get back to work, NOW!"
Conclusion drawn.
No further questions.
She IS one in a million.
A/N: Just a crazy drabble that I had in mind. My apology for their OOCness but I hope it at least serves its purpose to give you a laugh or something. No flames please. Thanks for reading.