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Past Girlfriends

I was thirteen when I had my first girlfriend. She had the standard blonde hair and blue eyes. She had asked me out and I said yes. After only two weeks she had become clingy. So clingy she called anytime of night all the time. Her voice rang in my ears annoyingly. I had to break up with her. The break up though didn't go quite well. Tears had spilt from her eyes which soon, over the next few weeks, turned into pure and utter loathing of me.

The next girl that asked me out was nice enough. She had really pretty chestnut hair and green eyes. This relationship went down the drain when I caught her kissing some other guy that I didn't even know. I dumped her on the spot.

I had many one-week girlfriends for at least a couple weeks after that. Meeting these women in bars and clubs. I was lucky if these relationships, if you could call them that, lasted two weeks. I drafted into the military sometime around eighteen. I can't quite remember.

During the Ishbalan (sp?) War I went around to every tent that had a woman stationed in it. I flirted with them, yes, yet none of them caught my eye. Then on the battlefield a woman's voice rang out, one that I hadn't heard yet. I only saw her briefly but saw something in her I didn't see in the others. She had the potential to become a loyal and respecting officer; not to mention that after just one glance, her authority entranced me. I remember her blonde hair short like a boy's, shouting commands to other soldiers. I never saw her eyes and forgot about her when the war ended.

I was promoted through out the years. A woman was then stationed underneath me in my squadron. She had short blonde hair, so short in fact that if you hadn't seen her from the front you would have suspected she was a guy. Her eyes were a hazel chocolate color that bore into mine when I didn't finish, or rather do my paperwork. Her voice was familiar.

By now I was twenty-five. I had had so many girlfriends it really isn't worth mentioning. All of them though, I'll tell you, where one night stands. When I wasn't at the office I was either at home with Hughes or drinking late into the night even after he left for home and his pregnant wife.

The office atmosphere changed when I was twenty-six. The woman who had been Second Lieutenant or something like that was promoted to First Lieutenant. She started to take control of the office even though I was above her. Her name, First Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye. After her promotion I hardly ever had time to drink or go to bars and clubs. She always kept me late. So late in fact that sometimes we never went home. She would have me slave away at paperwork until every single piece was signed.

The next day I was so sleepy I could hardly keep my eyes open. Something about her reminded me of someone I knew long ago. I couldn't quite remember.

It wasn't until a couple days ago at the age of twenty-nine that I remembered who she was. She was the woman I had first glimpsed during the war. Her features were way different now. It was a wonder I figured out who she was. Her, then, short boyish hair was long and ALWAYS clipped up in a clasp. Her eyes I knew had been the same. Her voice though. Her voice had changed a lot. Back then it was just a military shout, now it was almost as if she were singing the commands.

I always wondered why she was different. How she didn't ask me out like every other girl I'd known. How could she resist my charm?

My answer came soon enough. She would risk her life for me. She pushed me to get to the top, to make something of my life. None of the others had given a damn about my goals in life. All the other girls saw was a sexy military man who could manipulate fire. I knew Riza could see something more. She saw my goals, my determination.

Although I knew she wasn't effected by my charm it didn't effect me in mind that much. Which to me was strange.

One night we had stayed late to, of course, finish my paperwork that I had procrastinated.

"You know Colonel you really should get a girlfriend." She said out of the blue.

"Not that its any of your business I have my eye on a girl at the moment." I responded hoping she would catch on. She took that bait.

"Oh? Who is she?" Riza asked curiously.

"You might know her." I replied.

"I might?"

"Yeah. She has long blonde hair, hazel eyes and is sitting in this room in your chair who's now shuffling through paperwork that isn't even hers." I concluded.

Riza had gone stiff. She turned to look at me sharply but was met by my eyes, which were only centimeters from hers. She gulped.

"Sir-" Her voice was cut off by my mouth against hers. I gently pushed my tongue into her mouth where the next thing I knew I was being pushed away.

Catching her breath she stared at the floor. I knelt at her side bring her head up, cupped it in my hands.

"It's ok Riza. No one's here. It's only… only us." She had leaned in pressing her lips against mine. I nibbled at her lower lip before trying once again to drive my tongue into her mouth. This time she didn't pull back but return the favor.

The kiss ended when she removed herself from me. I looked at her. What was wrong? Do I kiss bad or something? She must have sensed the question in my head for she spoke up,

"Nothing's wrong like that. It's just… I feel uncomfortable." I stood up next to her wrapping my arms around her. I pulled her close to me, my head resting on the top of her head.

"Is there anyway I can make you feel better?" I asked as I kissed along her neck up to her ear.

I heard a sound escape her mouth, pulling away to look at her she said,

"You already have."

A/N: here's another. This idea of Roy remembering all his past girlfriends came from the song 100 years by Five for Fighting. The song was told in ages so I thought I would use that idea. Please review!

Edited: 3/12/06