Broken
Riza stood in her bathroom wearing a towel wrapped tightly around her petite form. She was staring at herself in the fogged mirror. She used her hair towel to clear a circle in the middle and began to work with her now dried hair. She twisted it, flipped it and tucked it. She reached into the basket next to the sink and grabbed a hair clip.
"No good Mustang."
SNAP! The hair clip broke in her hands. She tossed it to the trash and grabbed another clip.
"Demanding to wear miniskirts when he becomes Fuhrer."
SNAP! She broke the second one and tossed it away, grabbing another.
"Why I ought to just shoot him in his..."
SNAP! The third clip broke. She reached into the basket and grabbed another.
"I should make him wear a miniskirt. That would teach him a lesson."
SNAP! She tossed it and grabbed another.
"He thinks he's 'such' a Romeo."
SNAP! Tossed it and grabbed yet another one.
"He'd love to see me naked."
SNAP! Tossed and retrieved another.
"I'd love to see him dead."
SNAP! She had just broken her eighth hair clip. She tossed it away. She looked into the basket and relised she had gone through her whole collection of hair clips. There was only one left, and she grabbed it with a steady hand.
"What an ass!"
SNAP! The last and final hair clip broke. She growled in frustration and let her hair fall as she tossed the clip into the trash. She looked up at the ceiling.
"Hair must not touch the collar. Rule of the Dress Code of the State Military."
She looked into her mirror at her long flowing hair that was draped over her shoulders. She smiled an evil smile and chuckled. She ran her hand through the hair and let the silky strands glide smoothly between her fingers.
"I'll show him."
That same morning, Riza walked into the office of Major Roy Mustang with a smug grin on her face. Everyone in the halls stopped and saluted her, but their eyes were staring in shock. She entered the small room she shared with mustang and saluted.
"Good morning sir."
She smiled and walked to her desk. Mustang looked up and stared.
"Major Hawkeye. Is everything okay today?"
Riza smiled and turned around.
"Yes sir, everything is... perfect."
She smiled and ran her slender hand through her now VERY short hair. Her hair was now shorter then Mustang's. It didn't even reach her neck. Her bangs were longer then the rest of her hair. She smiled and sat down and pulled out her daily paperwork, working with a smile on her face.
Roy however was not having a perfect day. His dreams of running his hand through his subordinate's long hair was... broken.
A/N - My version on why Hawkeye had short hair at the beginning of the series. 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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