Competition

They stared at each other, unblinking, unmoving. The tension could be cut with a knife. The flame alchemist shifted slightly, uncomfortable under his gaze.

"She's mine you know, and you can't change that" Mustang started,"it's not like she's completely devoted to you, not if you think about it. I mean she always has to babysit me and protect me and without her I wouldn't have come this far. It's not like you've known her as long as I have either"

He was met with a blank stare, as if his every word had been ignored. His brow furrowed into a frown.

"Besides, you're nice to almost everyone, girls don't like guys who can't be committed. I mean I'm not committed but she understand that it's for information. The other girls never compare to her. They aren't like her. You'll never be able to appreciate the colour of her eyes or her hair, soon she'll realise that she needs someone like me."

Mustang reached across his desk and picked up his mug of coffee, sipping it.

"You've never tasted her coffee either. It's the best, better than that sugary poison Havoc tries to make me drink. I suppose you know how good a cook she is too. Maybe I do have competition" he sighed, resting his head on his hands.

Then an idea struck him. It was low, even for him but despite this it was foolproof. Well it wasn't but there was no way it could be traced back to him.

"I bet you could go missing and then she'll have to love me!" He exclaimed suddenly, standing up, crossing the desk and picking Black Hayate up by the scruff of his neck before holding him out of the window.

He missed the door creaking open and the swift footsteps approaching him from behind. Then he froze. A gun's safety had just been clicked off and he felt the cool metal against the back of his neck.

"What the hell are you doing to my dog" Riza growled as Mustang slowly pulled Hayate back in and placed him on the floor.

The dog scratched at the legs of Riza's military pants and she picked him up, letting him nuzzle against her neck.

Roy swore the dog was mocking him as Hayate panted happily, licking Riza face eagerly.

"Work. Now" she growled, her gun back in its holster.

Somehow even with a puppy snuggled against her she still looked intimidating.

She spun on her heel and stalked out of the room, speaking to Hayate quietly as she left,"don't you worry Hayate, I won't let the mean man hurt you, I'll cook you something nice when we get home"

Roy slammed his head into the table, groaning.

Is it just me who thinks Roy would be jealous of anyone Riza was close with?