A/n: edited chapter. I just worded things differently again.
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Music box: 2 : Present, Ballet
Ballet
Ballet was a dance of grace and it was very elegant. It was the hardest dance of all. You had to train many long, hard hours and years to master ballet.
Riza had seen first ballet at the age of five. She marveled at the dancers who seemed to be floating on the stage effortlessly. Riza had never seen anything quite like it and she was determined to learn. Her mother smiled and nodded when Riza confronted her with the dream.She was happy that her little Riza was going to be a ballerina. Riza spent her whole childhood dancing. Not only ballet but she learned many other dances. She was best, she worked hard and she was never yelled at. Nobody understood why she stopped dancing. Ballet was hard and complicated but she mastered it perfectly.
'Roy is like ballet. He's hard and complicated.' Riza thought as she examined the music box Roy had given her today for her birthday. She thought over and over again, why he would give her a music box especially since it was pink and pretty. If you knew Riza, you knew that she wasn't a pink and pretty type of girl.
His gift was very different from the ones her co-workers have given her. Unlike her superior's gift, they were guns and some holders(gun holders, of course).
She opened her music box to find a wooden ballerina on a spring and Riza begins to turn the knob. Then a heart-breaking melody creaks out of the box and the wooden ballerina began to spin. After the music box became quiet, Riza felt an urge in her to get up and dance. The melody was beautiful and Riza's dancing spirit perked up when she listened. She thanked them all for their gifts and set on packing them up.
"I hope you liked my gift, Lt. Hawkeye." Roy smirked as he waited for Riza to answer.
"It's a lovely music box with a heart-breaking melody. I think I heard the piece before." Riza answered truthfully as she felt his eyes still gazing at her.
"Oh, really? Where have you heard of such a melody?" Roy questioned, his eyes never leaving Riza's face.
"I think at an old ballet recital I was in. I was casted as the lead role." Riza began her paperwork. Roy shot her a look but she ignored it.
"Ballet? You were a ballerina?" Those words caught everyone's attention.
"Yes, sir. Nothing too big, I assure you." Roy smiled, Riza, a ballerina? Who would have thought?
Riza felt happy for some strange reason and thought to herself, 'Roy is like ballet. I'll master him, perfectly.'