A/n: I'm not really going to change a lot for these. I mean I want to preserve the text that my readers like, so no major changes or anything.
Music Box: 11: Going too Far
He sat at his desk waiting for Riza Hawkeye to burst in. He had sent in a request that all female personals must wear miniskirts and halter tops. The fuhrer had agreed and made a new order about the dress code. The dress code was changed and female personals had to wear Roy's requests and no boots. There was whistling going on in the hall so loud that Roy could hear in the office with the door closed. The door swung open and she walked in. Riza was wearing a white halter top imprinted with blue and yellow flowers. To match was a blue miniskirt that barely reached mid-thigh and she wore blue and white sandals.
"Sir, do you have a death wish?" She asked. Today was not a good day. First she had to wear a halter top and a miniskirt without boots. Then all her hairclips broke when she was trying to control her anger. The men in the office could barely control their drool.
"I am already in heaven, Hawkeye." Roy laughed as he fixed his eyes on her legs. She looked breath taking. "You should have been a model, Hawkeye." She gritted her teeth; nobody was paying attention to her! Well, they were but they were looking at her legs, not at her face.
"Look up! I am talking to you!" She stated, her blood beginning to boil again.
"Gladly, I will." The perverted Colonel's eyes went up from her legs and stopped mid-way at her chest. There was a pool of drool dripping from Roy's mouth, not to mention all the other men in the room.
"You crossed the line, Sir." She grabbed Roy by the collar and dragged him into the hall. She was trying to ignore the whistles from men watching her. When they were outside, she stopped and turned around to look at him. She took the gun out of its holster and clicked the safety off. "Take off all your clothes. Keep your boxers." She demanded and he replied.
"Ohhh, of course." He began peeling his clothes off and by the time he was finished, it was almost lunch.
"Go up to the flagpole and lean your back against it now!" Her gun still hovering near his head. Roy did as he was told and Riza began tying him up with very thick rope. She did her tightest knot and smiled. The bell rung, making it known that it was lunch. Hundreds of soldiers walked out of HQ and started cackling.
"HAWKEYE! COME BACK HERE! NOW! GET ME DOWN FROM HERE!" He cried, trying to avoiding taunting eyes. Roy had finally snapped out of his trance.
"IT'S MY LUNCH BREAK, SIR! I HAVE TO GO CHECK IF I GOT ANY STAINS ON MY MINISKIRT!" She hollered over the laughter that was shaking the ground. She smiled; Riza knew that tonight she would have a good night's rest while Mr. Miniskirt chaser will be there till tomorrow morning.