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CHAPTER 9 – Overheard

Riza sat at her desk in silence. She wasn't exactly in the greatest of moods. Signing paper after paper grew tiring. For Riza this was unusual. All though the minute hand on the clock above the Colonel seemed to have been stopped, the day was over before she knew it.

Throughout the day Roy's subordinates had popped into their office seemingly asking questions and stupid ones at that. In reality they were only seeing if anything was going on between the two military officers. Roy and Riza's co-workers spoke to each other in low whispering voices.

"Do really think what we heard Hughes and Mustang yelling about true? I mean if it was they could get demoted or worse fired." Fury feared.

"You're worrying yourself over nothing!" Havoc whispered back, "I highly doubt that Mustang and Hawkeye'll hit it off here especially in the middle of the day…"

"What are you suggesting oh master of knowledge?" Breda asked matter-of-factly. The Second Lieutenant smiled an evil grin.

"Oh, no! We shouldn't! Do you know how much trouble we'd be in!" Fury exclaimed with horror. Havoc's smile only grew inches wider.

"Duh! That's why we find a way around that." Breda resolved the problem. Fury still with the appalled look upon his face leaned his head in towards the other two guys.

"Still, you know Hawkeye. She has eyes in the back or her head! I don't know how you'd get around that…" Fury trailed off. Havoc's grin slipped a bit.

Riza walked home alone from work today. The sky was darkening as she stepped foot over the threshold of her apartment. Dropping her keys on the dresser next to the door, Riza went out back to let Hayate in. She found him curled in a furry ball on the little bed she had stuck out there for him.

Riza smiled at her little round ball of fur. She unlatched the screen door which made his ears perk up although his body itself didn't show any sign of movement. Pulling back the sliding glass door, she stepped outside to meet her dog. He was gave Riza a lick in greeting. With a smile she picked him up and went inside the warm house. Riza set Black Hayate on the tiled floor in the kitchen while she rummaged around in her fridge for food.

Roy hadn't planned on stay late so when he the clock on the wall rang out 2400 hours Roy jumped from his seat. Knowing now it was only the clock Roy sighed audibly. Rubbing his eyes he got up drug his jacket off the wall and locked up the office. Walking home tiredly, he thought how he longed for a warm body to cuddle him in bed.

Roy trudged reluctantly up the flight of stairs that led to his front door. Taking his time, he slowly pulled out his keys out; sliding them into the lock. He turned the key to the left and pushed the door open. For a moment he expected a little child to coming running into his arms and a woman standing just a few steps away with her hands on her hips, scolding him for staying at the office so late.

Roy had let the daydream get the better of him and sent him into a stage of sadness. Opening the door there was no little girl or boy with a wide smile, nor was there a woman with her arms crossed or hands on her hips. The only thing to greet him was a musty smell of something burnt and the dimness of the room.

He didn't know how many times he had sighed that day but if every sigh that escaped his lips was worth twenty-five cents who he gave them to would be rich by now. Reluctantly, Roy pulled his shoes off at the door, taking off his uniform flinging it onto the couch in the living room. Then trekking to his bedroom where he dumped himself on the cotton covers.

By the time 11 o'clock came round Riza was exhausted. She barely noticed as she changed into her pajamas that she had left her hair up until she went to lie down in bed. Of course the something poked her in the back of the head. Riza sat up, swinging her legs back over the side of the bed. Her hand went up to the spot and plucked the brown hair clip from her head. She set it on the table beside her. Reaching to turn the alarm on her clock, she stretched one last time before she crawled back into bed.

She then found herself in an all to familiar place. Fire surrounded her. No matter which direction she headed in to flee she was greeted by a wall of red, orange and yellow. She collapsed to her knees on the dusty ground. She put her hands out in front of her to support her upper body. She soon found it difficult to breathe. Riza adopted up a breathing procedure so that she wouldn't hyperventilate. Through her dream she heard a banging noise followed by yelping sending her to the world of the living.

Groggily, Riza pulled her pajama-clothed body out from underneath the sheets where it met cold air. Ignoring the fact that she was inappropriately dressed, Riza wandered through the apartment to the front door. Opening the door she was greeted by black charcoal eyes and jet-black hair.

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A/N: so whatchya think? I had some spare time today so I decided to try and finish this chapter. I wasn't sure if I spelt Breda (Breada? Breeda?) right so I guessed. Hope you like this chapter. Ill try and post again this weekend sometime so the next chapter won't be too much of a wait. Don't forget to review!