Drabble VII: Beauty

Another night, another state function, another classy dinner; this was nothing out of the usual for Roy Mustang. It was just another opportunity for Mustang to do a little ass kissing around the higher-ups. Nothing was different about this event from any of the others he attended. All his subordinates were there, with Hawkeye acting as his bodyguard. He stood there with a glass of golden brandy in a white gloved hand, floating in and out of the conversation around him.

"Hey Mustang," a Brigadier General from the West nudged him, "isn't that one of your subordinates over there." He pointed out Riza.

"Yeah," another General from the north joined in, "isn't that the one that is deadly with a gun?"

"Anyone can be deadly with a gun Yoshiko," a Colonel from the south added sarcastically.

"Well…you know what I mean. I hear she's one hell of a shot Mustang." Roy simply nodded, and swirled his drink in hand.

"You think she'd wear a dress to this type of function, any woman would want to get out of that military uniform. I guess where she lacks in femininity, she makes up in her shooting, right?"

"Must be; however, I'm surprised that you haven't gotten her into a miniskirt, Mustang," that general from the north punched him jokingly in the arm, referring to Mustang's reputation with the ladies.

He looked over at Riza and saw something different. He wasn't looking at her through the eyes of a lusting bachelor, nor the eyes of a commanding officer. No, this time he just looked at her through unfiltered eyes. Now everything was perfect about her; the way her hair was up in its normal style, the way her uniform didn't need to show off her long legs. A small smile crept on his face as she turned her head to look at him, pulling herself away from the conversation with Havoc and Breda. The light showed of the ever so slight blush that made its way across her untarnished face.

"No," he replied, interrupting some random topic that the Generals and Colonels were now on, "that's beauty."


AN: Alright, just a little break from the Royai100...-sweatdrop- James Joyce's Portriate of an Artist as a Young Man inspired me again. Heh! Hope you all like it, it's a very different look at what beauty is imo. But, I wish I had some more time to be descrptive and put a tad bit more emmotion in it. Well, that's what I get for writing this during break. Thank's to all my THREE reviewers -ahem- Comments do make me write more -nudge--wink--nudge- So remember, Read and Review!