I don't own FMA or its characters. I only own the plot and the OCs. :D
Riza felt uneasy letting the four of them go alone. Something didn't feel right. And the way that Don Carlo looked at her, sent shivers down her spine. She felt someone tugging on her slacks. She looked down to see Alphonse.
"Why was he looking at you funny?" He asked. "Have you met him before?"
Riza thought about it but shook her head. "I never met him," she replied. "But I did raid one of their warehouses. That was more than three years ago."
"He might have remembered." Edward's eye brows furrowed. "I don't like the way he looked at you." He crossed his arms and looked at the party that was left by Don Carlo. There were a lot of tough looking guys. But there was a little girl, staring at him with wide brown eyes. She was probably around his age. She wore her hair in two braids.
"Looks like you caught someone's eye." Maes said to Edward. Winry became alert and saw the little girl.
Edward's eyes were clear and cold. "I don't want anything to do with her."
"You're so mean,brother." Alphonse chided. "She doesn't look bad."
"Yeah, we'll look at all the people behind her." He scowled.
Everyone in Don Carlo's Party was looking at them, now. The little girl was there, along with two young men, they were muscular, and quite handsome. There was a stout woman, sitting on the couch, petting a cat. But the most intimidating people were the four men in dark coats. Their hands in ther pockets, some of them were glaring at Edward's party.
Edward matched their glares with his own. Maes put his arm around Gracia and pulled Winry closer to him. Riza felt tense, and slowly reached for the gun tucked under her shirt behind her. The tension was filling the lobby. Everyone passsing by stuck to the walls, or took other routes. The concierge's fingers lingered on the panic button, while the supervisor's hand rested on the phone.
Riza looked around and counted the people. This isn't good. She thought. There will be too much casualties and both parties have children and women. But ofcourse, that's thinking of the worse case scenario. Why am I even thinking about this? She asked herself. We can't have a shootout here. That's just stupid.
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Roy held on tight to his daughter and she clung to him as well. The walkways to the wine cellar rooms were dark and narrow. There were big wooden doors at both sides but there was a great interval within each. The walls, Ceiling and floor were made of stone, making their steps echo. There were a few waiters walking around but there were no food carts. There were hidden hallways where the waiters go to bring the food around to the rooms. They turned right and their steps were muffled by a red carpet.
The air was cold, the ventilation comes directly from outside. Micha leaned close to Roy, seeking warmth. He placed a big arm around her to give her what she needed. He also felt better knowing he came down here with her. Angelo walked two steps behind his father and a little bit to his right. He kept his hands in his pocket, and he kept his eyes glued to the ground. Don Carlo was also quiet.
They reached the last door in the hall. There was a waiter standing next to it. He opened the door and bowed.
Roy has already dined in the wine cellar a number of times, but this room seemed to be a new addition. The two walls were covered in racks of wine. On the other wall was a small fireplace and around it was a love seat, a daybed and a few single velvet seats. Roy felt extremely uncomfortable with the fact that there was a daybed. What the hell does his son have in mind? He yelled in his head. Why the hell is there a daybed?
Micha looked around. "Wow," she whispered.
She'd never been to wine cellar before, especially the wine cellar rooms. She straightened up when she realized Don Carlo was whispering something to his son and slipped something in his back pocket. Angelo looked pretty disturbed, and he was red again.
Roy whispered to Micha, "be careful, okay?" He touched the diamond stud earring on her right ear. "You know what to do in case—"
"Don't worry about me, dad." She gave him a hug. "Just enjoy your dinner with everyone else, okay?"
Roy hugged her tightly and looked over to Don Carlo. He had a huge grin on his face. Too big, actually.
"What time can I pick her up?" Roy asked.
"I have this room reserved until one in the morning." The room echoed his loud laugh. "Coffee and sweets willbe served to them after dinner, they can enjoy it here." He gestured to the lounging area with his head. "There's a bathroom behind one of the wine racks," Angelo, Don Carlo took his son's arm and forced him forward, "Angelo will show you if you need it."
Micha smiled and nodded. She opened her mouth to thank him but Roy spoke up.
"Don't you think that's too late?" He was calm, but there was an edge to his voice. Micha felt his tension and held his arm, silently asking him to stop.
Don Carlo grinned but it was far too wide for Micha's liking. He walked toward her father and she felt smaller each time he came closer. She looked at Angelo but he kept is eyes on the ground.
Roy stood tall and proud, showing no intimidation. Don Carlo stopped right in front of him. He smelled like wine and cigarette smoke.
"Let's not waste their time with their reservation, as well as our own." It wasn't a suggestion. Roy looked like he wanted to retort but Micha poked his back. Roy took a deep breath in and nodded. He turned around, gave his daughter a look, and the two fathers went out of the room. The click of the lock sounded so loud in Micha's and Roy's ears.
There were a few moments of silence inside the wine cellar. Micha strained her ears to find the sound of Roy's footsteps but it was no use. The only thing she could hear was the cracking from the fire. She suddenly became wary of everything.
"I'm sorry," Angelo said, awkwardly. "I'm sorry you had to do this." He was scratching the back of his neck. "I'm really not good with people and... My dad, he's really..." He blushed when he realized Micha was looking at him. He looked away and gazed at the table. Slowly, he looked at her again.
Micha smiled a bit and they both walked over to the table. Angelo pulled the chair for her and all those other gentlemanly things.
He seems nice, Micha thought.
Once he sat down, he looked down on the vacant plate. He was quiet and awkward and he didn't know what to say.
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It seemed like there was a staring contest in the lobby and Riza's heart was racing. She was so scared. Not for her, but for the kids. There were four children on her side, and one on the other. A loss on her side would be devastating. If one of the four henchmen were to die, who cares? They're pretty disposable.
A few moments more, and Roy came up with Don Carlo. He nodded at them and they all turned, except for Riza. Don Carlo was looking at her, and she didn't like it. It seems like he asked Roy about her because when he came over to her, Roy put his hand on the small of her back and they all left the lobby and made their way to the dinning areas.
"Are you alright?" Riza asked him.
Roy smirked. "I should be asking you that as well. You feel so tense."
"He was looking at me," she whispered.
"I know. I told him you were my guest here. Have you met him before? He was pretty damn interested in you."
Riza let out a sigh. "I've never met him personally but I have raided one of his warehouses before."
Roy remained silent and nodded. His lips were pressed in a firm line. "Just be wary."
Ooohh. Tension. Hahaha.
I hope you all had fun on Halloween! I get a long weekend of rest, and nothing more. Unlike other schools, I don't have a semester break. *cries* I just had midterms so I was really busy. Sorry! I made 80% of this story on my iPad during stolen moments in class and in my room when I was supposed to be studying. Hehehe. I hope you're all doing well, though.
Once again, thank you for continuing to support this story! You all don't know how happy it makes me. But you know what would make me happier?
A review. Hahaha! If you have time, please drop one my way.
