Author's note: Gomen! I admit it; it took me along time before I post this second part. After this scary day of facing terror teachers and surprising monstrous grades I finished the last and final part of "The notebook, the cake and the moment." 10/20/06

Warning: This story was made by my languid mind. Sorry if it is alittle foolish and pissing.

Disclaimers: I dun own neither the series nor the characters in this story.

They watched as she walked giddily across the room. They were wondering as to how she got that positive attitude despite the huge stack of paper on top her table and the fact that Roy Mustang seemed to blabber things that will surely irritate her. They all had their mouth wide opened as if they were watching a movie. They had a little clue that there was something between the two. Though there were no concrete evidences, there were indirect hints regarding the issue.

On the other hand, a certain officer sneaked to the corner of the long table as he surveyed a brown paper bag, which was brought by the blonde. On the act of tearing the said object, his hand was caught mid-air by Roy.

"I think you might as well ask permission to the owner of this beautiful brown paper bag…" Roy said.

"I was a bit curious, you see, I have been captivated by the aroma of something sweet. I was just led to investigation that I intended to check for this bag…" Hughes frowned as he made another of his lame excuse.

Riza approached the bag and smiled at them.

"So… this is the object of your curiosity…" she glanced to her watch. "Souka! Tea time!" she clapped.

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All were sitting comfortably around the long rectangular table. Ross entered the room with the tray of tea and cups. Along with her came Riza with a platter on both hands. Roy initiatively closed the door.

"So, what do we have here?" Havoc lifted the cover.

Inside was a sliced cake. A beautifully baked caramel cake topped with crushed nuts and a light maple syrup. Ross started to give each a slice of it by placing it on one of the white ceramic adorned with cute, light blue flowers on both arcs.

Riza watched them plant strong but assumingly light, pleased gazes on her masterpiece.

As soon as the lavender teapot touched its bottom on the table empty, they animatedly took a taste of it.

"Wow! It's been a long time since I ate cake, and in fairness to those cakes I have tasted, this definitely stands out…" Armstrong twinkled and glittered to the taste of it.

"One word. Superb…" Havoc said as he licked his fingers.

"Yes, and that is baked by the great Riza." Roy pointed a finger against the blonde.

Astonished, a word fit to describe their reactions. They were disbelieved that a tough blonde can 'seriously' bake that cake, the cake that launched thousands of ship.

"Seriously?" Hughes inquired, clearing his throat form the lump of bread that blocked his throat.

"Yes." Roy stood up, "I even watched her bake her first cake last week, and she was the best…"

"She?" Ross eyed him suspiciously.

"Or was it the first cake?" Riza felt a sweat drop from her temples.

"…I … mean the cake…" Roy fanned his hand in front of his face.

"And, that was last week when both of you were on a day-off?" Hughes said.

"A coincidence?." Ross sounded that question as a statement.

There was silence.

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After filing piles of paper into the old, rusted, steel drawer and locking it she felt long, strong arms wrap her into an embrace.

The fragrance of the blonde's hair paralyzed him. Her presence stopped his blood from flowing that he nearly fainted.

The blonde smiled then turned to face the other.

"So, where have we left last week?" Roy's voice sounded husky and at the same time seducing.

"I forgot… can we start again?" Riza fluttered her lashes.

"I think so…" Roy answered with his lips an inch away from Riza's and with a split second, both where trapped through each soft lips.

It started with a long passionate, breath taking kiss that lead to touching, moans of pleasure and tumbling through desks and chairs.

Because of the notebook that brought both of them together, they get to know each other.

Because of the cake that was baked, inner selves were discovered.

Because of unnerving moments, confessions were made.

Because of their comrades all evidences and hints were found to be true after all.

And finally they can now start to face the world together: proud and happy.

It was because of the notebook, the cake and the moment that brought it all possible.

…and the comrades.

A/n: minna! R&R! v!