This Can't Be
Chapter 2: The Guest
Roy was about to fall back asleep until he heard the door open. "Sir." He expected it to be the secretary, whose hand he kissed. But instead, he sees his beloved Riza standing before him, hand raised in salute. She passed him some papers, and continued with, "I would like to request for a leave, sir."
Roy tried his very best not to yawn. To yawn in front of Riza was like baiting a bear with fish. "How loooong?" he tried hiding the exhale of air with the word, but it did not fool Riza. Her eyes twitched.
"A week," she said. "I'm having a guest over and I would like to show him around central."
Roy didn't bother looking at the papers, he just signed them away. Handing them back to his favorite bodyguard, he dismissed her and sincerely hoped she would enjoy her week vacation.
As Riza left his office, a familiar blond, blue-eyed man walked in. "Hey boss," Havoc said and placed a pile of papers on Roy's desk. The Fuhrer groaned.
"What's all this?" Roy hissed, glaring at the stack. Oh, the urge to just snap his fingers was great.
"Recent reports on the rebellion in Drachma. There's also one about a serial rapist around the same area." Havoc frowned when his Fuhrer stretched and mumble something under his breath. Licking his cigarette thoughtfully, he said. "You look tired."
"I am tired," Roy grumbled. He reached for the first paper. "I need to go on a date soon."
"Don't say that in front of me," Havoc whimpered. "You took yet another girl from me last week."
"I don't tell women to reject you. They just choose the better man."
Havoc sighed and made his way to his desk, "You make it sound like having one eye makes a man more attractive."
"I do get sympathy, but it shows character. Maybe I should do you a favor and roast your ass?" Roy replied.
Havoc gave a nervous laugh but stopped abruptly when he looked out the window that faced the entrance gate. "Did you call anyone, sir?"
"No, why?"
"There a man at the gate. He's trying to get in, I think." He moved aside to let Roy take a look out the window.
Roy's eye widened in surprise. There was someone waiting at the gate. A tall, blonde, and rather good looking (from what he can tell) man. The guard at the gate was talking to him pleasantly and the stranger smiled and said more words. Roy was about to have someone look up on him, when he noticed a familiar blond rush up to him. Riza had let her hair down, but was still in her uniform.
Then she did something that made the Fuhrer wish the man dead. She kissed his cheek.
"Oh?" Havoc noted the look on Mustang's face and grinned. "I didn't know Hawkeye had a boyfriend."
"She doesn't." Roy grumbled. At least, as far as I know.
"Well, whoever he is, he's on her good side. I've never seen her hug anyone like that." Jean tried his best not to chuckle at the man's reaction to the scene. But then he noticed Roy's expression soften into a sad one. "Hey. You're not really jealous, right?"
Those same features sharpened. "No! I'm not some love struck teenager, getting jealous!"
"Alright boss, it was just a question."
"Who is he, anyways?"
Roy shrugged and moved away from the window. "Her guest, I presume. She was in here to ask for a week's vacation. Said something about showing her guest around."
"Huh. So you're just gonna sit by?"
"What do you mean?" Actually, Roy was asking himself the exact same question.
"I mean, it's Hawkeye! I thought that maybe you were kinda... Well, you know!" Havoc huffed out some smoke. "I didn't think you were the kind to just watch your girl be taken away."
"First of all, Hawkeye is not 'my girl.' Secondly, since she is not my girl, it should not concern me whom she dates."
"I never said anything about a date, sir," Havoc replied slyly.
Oh, the urge to strangle Jean Havoc was even greater than the urge to snap his fingers at the paperwork
AN: I know! I know! I'm slow at updating! But I need inspiration! Nice, good, muses! Anyways, who is this mysterious good looking man? And why is Riza all over him? And Havoc! Will he ever have date? We shall see!