Author's Note: I was never going to upload this one. This was a story I wrote in October of 2005... but it was just a little one written for fun. I revised it on Valentine's Day, & actually kinda like it now... XD The story is a little odd, but whatever.
Title comes from a Hyde song.
Characters (c) Hiromu Arakawa.


Secret Letters
By Kusabi

Upon returning home, Riza checked her mailbox. She pulled out a single letter, with only her name and address written on it
"Again?" She asked aloud, letting out a long sigh. Twice a week, for the whole month, she had been getting letters just like this one. Each contained a short poem, and each of them was sappier than the last. It figures that there'd be no name on it… who'd want to claim that they wrote these? When I find out who they are… I'm going to punch them hard, she thought.

Roy sat in a chair at home, thinking. She's been getting agitated easily for the past month… maybe this wasn't a good idea. Good thing she doesn't know it's from me. He laughed.

The next day at work, the two had a moment to themselves in the office, since Fuery, Breda, and Falman had to go on a small mission. Roy knew that it was finally time to say something, though he felt incredibly awkward about it. He wondered what she would even think, considering that this whole thing was completely unlike him.
"Hey, Hawkeye," he said, sounding calm.
"Sir?"
He tried his best to keep a straight face. "Been receiving any strange letters lately?" Finally, it was out. But how is she going to react?
"How did you – wait a minute." After processing it for a second, Riza got up from her desk, and walked over to Roy's. She gave him a nice, hard punch in the arm.
"What was that for?" He asked, a little surprised.
Laughing, she replied, "Well, I had decided to punch the sender of those letters whenever I found out who they were. I was going to punch them in the face… but since it's you, I think I can make an exception." She stopped to think for a second. "I am a little surprised though… that's so unlike you. I guess weirder things have happened, though."
With a shrug, she turned around and began heading back to her desk. About halfway, she stopped. Turning back to face him, she couldn't help but laugh a little.
"Oh," she added, "You might want to work on your poetry skills. A lot."