First and foremost… SORRY I WASN'T ABLE TO REPLY TO ALMOST ANY OF YOU. OTL I was able to read them, though. :-j My general reply for you all is, I'm not offended and I appreciate the comments. Though I really have to say, lighten up guys! You're taking this fic a bit too seriously. ^^; [I mean that in no way to be offensive] I honestly found the horse shit funny and a lot of my friends did too. Not one told me it was mean… so yeah.
Anyway, I shall continue this A/N after the chapter.
I don't own FMA or any of the characters. I only own the plot and OCs.
Edward and Alphonse were sleeping soundly on the comfortable posturemed mattress they had recently acquired until a menacing and startling sound cracked them away from their sweet slumber.
Riza stood right in front of the little boys' bed when she extended her hand and pushed the button on an air horn.
The two brothers' eyelids flew open and shot up in fright. They hurriedly got to their feet and stood like a stiff soldier in front of their babysitter, who was wearing loose camouflage cargo pants, combat boots and her tight black shirt.
Mean while, in the other rooms, out of fright, Roy fell off the bed with his stirring. He landed with a muffled thud by his carpet. "Oh…" He groaned. "Shit."
Micha too, woke up from the sound of the air horn. She groaned out loud, just like her father. "Not again!" She dropped her head on the pillow and forced herself to go back to bed.
"At-ten-tion!" Riza raised her voice to get the boys fully awake. "Same schedule men. Shower, change, eat and we are off. This must all be done before o-six hundred hours. Understood?" She asked sternly.
Poor boys, they looked like they were ready to shit in their pajamas. "Ma'am, yes, ma'am!" They said in unison rather weakly.
"What was that? I didn't hear you!" Riza was giving them a little taste of discipline since their father was too soft on them or, at least in Riza's view he was. She has been doing this for about a week now and the boys have no choice but to go along with it. They have complained to their father about having to wake up at five in the morning during summer and leaving by six when all their activities start at eight but Roy had nothing of it. He said that Riza had a good method to toughen them up. (even if he too, doesn't like being woken up that early)
The boys shook slightly either from her voice or from terror. "Ma'am, yes, ma'am!" They screamed.
"Good. Now get to it." Riza replied sternly.
Roy dragged his feet across the corridor. Shoulders slumped and eye lids heavy whilst occasionally cursing how early it is and that Riza moved his gym schedule in the morning, before work.
Riza saw him and shook her head. "Sir, must you always get up on the wrong side of the bed every morning?"
Roy looked at her sleepily. He looked rather… cute, if you want to call it that. Hayate barked happily, as if greeting him good morning.
"See, sir. Even Hayate's happy in the morning. Why can't you?" She asked.
"Because I'm not a morning person, Miss Hawkeye." Roy replied groggily and further walked down the corridor to get breakfast. "I don't understand how you deal with it." He said when he just passed her.
Riza let out a sigh and replied, "Years of practice, sir. You'll get used to it."
"Meh."
Riza knocked loudly on Micha's door to get her up. "Time to get up or you'll be late!" She raised her voice.
"It's only five-ten! I don't have anything to do until nine." She whined.
"Early bird catches the worm."
"Then let it catch it. I don't care."
Riza lightly chuckled and opened her door. Micha's face was flat on her pillow and the covers were everywhere. "Get up. Everyone's having breakfast."
She let out a groan then got up and just like her dad, silently cussed while dragging her feet down the corridor.
(((-)))
At the breakfast table, like father like daughter, they were completely out of it in the morning. Micha was just staring at the oatmeal in front of her while her father held his coffee mug half way to his lips, also staring at nothing. Edward and Alphonse were a different story, though. Those two ate as fast they could.
"Please, young masters, do eat slowly. I don't want either of you to choke." Daisy commented worriedly.
"Philip, ready my things for the gym… and my car." Roy said, still staring at nothing.
Riza came downstairs and saw the scene before her. She shook her head and sipped her tea. "It's almost six…" She whispered to herself while looking at the clock.
"I'M DONE!" The two boys got up and raised their hands.
Hawkeye slightly jerked and nodded once. "Ok, just rest while I get your things into the car." She turned her heel and went back upstairs.
(((-)))
Once Hawkeye got back down to the breakfast room, no one was there but her employer and much to her surprise, he was already in his gym clothes. Instead of his coffee tumbler in his hand though, it was a glass of the nutri-shake she had been making for him. She didn't just change their schedules, she also changed their diets. Riza almost never gawks, but this time, she did. Do you want to know what happened? Roy gulped down the blended vegetables, meat and eggs without making a single face. It was only two days ago when Riza had to tie him down a chair with chains a gun pointed at his head just for him to take a small sip.
Roy saw her expression and gave her his signature sexy smirk. "Is something wrong, Miss Hawkeye?"
Riza shook her head to clear it. "No, sir. I was just… Surprised that you're drinking it… Willingly."
He let out a charming chuckle and approached her quietly, closing the space between them. "Well, I don't want you to go through the trouble anymore." He said, only loud enough for them to hear. His deep eyes mesmerized her, making it impossible for her to turn her burgundy ones away. A few seconds of silence passed before he broke the ice. "You better get going, they're already waiting for you in the car."
Riza only nodded before she started to make her way to the front door.
"Oh, Miss Hawkeye, don't forget, we have dinner together later." Mustang called after her.
Hawkeye wasn't thinking straight when she stopped mid step and looked back at her employer rather bemused.
Mustang smirked. "Today's Friday. I expect a full report about my children and their activities. I'll be home by six today so we can leave at seven-thirty."
"Oh… Yes, sir." Riza mumbled before walking out of the front door.
"I'm looking forward to it." He smirked and then he gulped down what was left of his drink.
(((-)))
"What took you so long?" Edward asked her from the back seat with a slight annoyance in his tone.
"Your father talked to me." She replied while closing the door and starting the car.
"What did he say?" Asked Alphonse.
"He doesn't want you two to be late." She said sternly before driving out of the huge garage and out into the street.
The boys would spend three hours in their aunt's house for training. Usually, Riza would just stay and help out Mister Sig with the butcher shop, but she got a text on her phone. It was from Mister Mustang.
"Go to Fashion Street right now. Micha's waiting for you. She'll help you find a dress for dinner later. You have thirty minutes. I will get Maria to pick the boys up. Now go."
A dress? What for? And why Fashion Street? The clothes there are worth my month's salary! Well… now it can… Riza thought incredulously but she did as she was told. Once she got out on the field, she told Miss Izumi and left.
Finding a parking spot in Fashion Street was a killer. Finally, she found a valet and gave her keys. She spotted Micha's car right in front of a café. The hood was still hot. Riza entered the cafe. The cold and coffee stained air brought much pleasure to Riza's nostrils. She immediately spotted Micha sitting at a corner table, reading a book.
"There you are." She said, not looking up from the book. "Please take a seat." She sipped from her cold coffee and as soon as the waiter placed another cold coffee down, Micha placed the book away and gestured her to take the drink. "It's not poison, don't worry."
Riza took the drink in her hands and reluctantly took a sip from it. Once the cold liquid hit her tongue, heaven rested upon her taste buds. It evidently showed in her eyes.
"Good, huh?" Micha smiled. "This is the best coffee house in town. Now, about your dress…"
"That's the thing…" Riza started. "Do I have to buy one in Fashion Street? I mean, I don't think I can afford anything here."
"Who said you were paying for it? I am." Micha laughed.
"Why?" She asked incredulously.
"It's part of my punishment. Part of." Micha had a blunt face on. "You'll be dining with my dad in a five star restaurant at the pier at seven and probably leave the place by nine. And since my dad's wearing a custom made suit, I can't allow you to wear just any dress."
This was just too overwhelming. Custom made suit? Five star restaurant? What the hell is up with all of this?
"Take note, paparazzi will be there. You can move around in heels, right?" Micha asked her.
"Yes… but—"
"Excellent!" Micha grinned and popped up standing. "We shall go shopping now. To *Schneider we shall go!"
Riza felt weird walking along Fashion Street wearing her Military drill outfit. She got weird stares from every person she passed. It was like she didn't belong there or something. Well, she really didn't. At least… not yet.
Micha pushed a glass door open to a designer store. All the sales ladies and staff greeted her with a million dollar smile.
"Hello, Miss Mustang. Welcome to Schneider Design." The lady greeted her.
"Hi." She smiled back. "Is Leila and Paul here? I texted them that, I had something important to be done."
"Yes, they are at the drawing room. Come, I'll take you there."
Micha took a hold on Riza's arm and dragged her to the back. They climbed a flight of stairs and entered a well lit room.
Riza saw two people, chatting by the drawing table. There were mannequins, cloth and designs all over the walls.
Riza recognized the girl with long black hair. She was the one at the pool with Micha a few days ago.
"Leila!" Micha ran up to her and gave her a hug.
"Hi." She replied.
"Paul, how are you?" Micha too, gave him a hug.
"I'm doing well, my dear, you're looking better than ever." The young designer told her.
"This is Riza." Micha introduced her to them. "Riza, meet Leila, my best friend, and Paul, the founder of Schneider Design."
Paul walked to her and looked at her from head to toe and circled her a few times. His eyes were deep in thought. "I like what I'm seeing." Paul smiled. "Nice to meet you." He shook her hand. "Very nice curves, a perfect silhouette if you ask me-models should have her body instead of being sticks."
The two girls giggled and agreed.
"I think a nice sweetheart cut will be nice on her." Leila suggested.
"With a nice red color. Silk. Has to be silk." Micha added.
"Why?" Asked Hawkeye while two people came in and started to measure her. She had an agitated look on her face but allowed them to continue with their work. Getting mad at them will be useless. Besides, they're just doing their jobs. I wonder if I'm doing mine… Riza rolled her eyes inwardly.
"My dad's wearing a silk suit. You two have to look coherent." Micha answered simply while sifting through a design book.
"If I didn't know better, I would think you're pairing them up." Leila chuckled.
"Well, Riza is pretty." Micha snickered.
Riza shot her a look and twitched. Paul lightly laughed at her reaction and placed a hand on Riza's shoulder. "Don't worry; I'm sure she just wants you to admit that you find Roy sexy."
WHAT THE HELL. Riza screamed deep, deep, way deep inside. These people are so vain. Actually, vain would be an understatement.
The three of them laughed aloud while Riza just stood there… seemingly emotionless. Seemingly.
A worker came in holding a hanger with an opaque covering atop the garment hiding inside. Paul took it from him and had him move outside the drawing room.
"Try it on." Paul was handing the hanger to her, but Hawkeye took a step back.
Micha rolled her eyes. "For god's sake, just try it on. If you don't like it…"
Hawkeye was hoping that she would say something in the lines of, "then you don't have to wear it." or "We'll get another one." But instead she said:
"Too bad. You have to look good. So you're wearing it." Leila placed a hand over her mouth and laughed silently while turning red. Riza's face was agitatedly priceless.
Paul, Leila and Micha pushed her into a dressing room and shut the curtains for her to change.
The three of them stood in front of the dressing room. After a few minutes, Hawkeye pushed the curtains to one side. All eyes were on her. It made her a bit conscious. Not wanting to be the center of attention and keeping all the eyes on her, she finally spoke up.
"How does it look?"
You guys have to understand my type of humor to really fully enjoy this fic.
I might go on a hiatus after I post my next chapter. I'm really busy as of late and I think it will be good for those with hot blood to cool down. Sorry to those who like the fic. :p But really, if you have nothing nice to say then don't say anything at all. If you want to bitch on me, then PM me so I can defend myself and I can fight you properly.
I hope you liked this chapter. I'm sorry it seems rushed… It kind of was. ^^; Please leave a comment my way if you have time~
P.S. I already have the next chapter 50% done, but it will take a while to finish.
