-Roy's PoV-
I pick myself up from the floor and rub the back of my head. "Geez, Riza that hurt." I grumbled.
"You started it." She muttered. Riza got off the bed and picked up the duffel bag from the floor and headed for the bathroom. "Your clothes are over there." She points at a black suitcase behind me.
I turn without moving my feet then I turn back to face her. "Micha got them?" I ask, still rubbing the back of my head.
She nods silently and enters the bathroom then locks the door behind her.
I unzip the black suitcase and open it. To my surprise, everything inside was neatly folded and in order. It actually looked like everything was ironed before it was placed in. I thought she would angrily stuff everything in. She even placed my soap, shampoo, toothpaste, toothbrush and my cologne in a zip lock bag. Pants at the bottom, then my polo shirts on top of them, they were neatly on the right side, and on the left were my sleeping clothes and underwear. I smirked. I could only imagine her disgusted face while packing my underwear and boxers.
I pulled out the white polo shirt and black pants along with a pair of boxers. I laid them out on the bed, took my toiletries and went in the bathroom. I switched the lights on and to my surprise; the bathroom was bigger than my own room in my house. There was a mini Jacuzzi tub over at the corner to my left; it was boxed in by clear glass, a shower head hung above it. There was a small white dresser to the right with a full length mirror next to it. At the center of the room, was the sink with a tiled counter top. It stretched across the whole length of the wall.
"Holy shit." I cussed under my breath. I shook my head and stripped my clothes off then got in the Jacuzzi tub, closed the glass door and turned the shower on. I took a quick shower and got out. I took the towel hanging on the rack and wrapped it around my waist. I opened the door, switched the lights off and entered the room.
I heard the door to the other bathroom open. I looked over my shoulder and saw Riza, fully clothed. She wore a white polo shirt and a black skirt that fell mid-thigh. Damn. I could only imagine her in a miniskirt. Just wait until I become Fuhrer, I will see all the women in the military wear miniskirts.
She looked at me. "Roy, please, put some clothes on." She says then looks away. "Hurry up. There are people waiting." She busies herself with putting her uniform away and cleaning up her bed.
"Yes, mommy." I smirk as I slip my polo shirt on and button it up. I placed my boxers on under the towel, then my pants before I took it off. I placed the towel over the chair and fixed my pants. "Ok, I'm ready." I say making my way toward the door. She goes in front of me and fixes my collar then brushes little beads of water from my hair off my shoulders.
She didn't say a word. She opened the door and walked out. We walked in silence as we made our way to the elevator. Was she mad at me or something? Was it because I came out in a towel? Was that rude? As far as I know, girls like seeing guys coming out of the shower wet. Wait a minute; Riza isn't like any other girl. That must be it. That had to be it. My gaze drifted down to her lower back. Her .45 caliber gun was poking out of her skirt. I gulped. I guess she plans to threaten everyone in this house. I just hope she doesn't actually fire.
We reached the elevator; there were a bunch of ladies waiting for it as well. Damn, they were gorgeous. They must be the models Leila was talking about. Then I realized, these were international models. Holy crap, I could land a big one here. As soon as the girls saw me, they began giggling and looked at me from head to toe. I shot a smug smile at them then winked. They giggled more.
I heard Riza scoff and saw her roll her eyes. She winced in pain and pushed her stomach in. My eyes perked up. "Are you ok, Riza?"
She simply nodded her head. "Elevator's here, sir." She says sternly. As soon as the doors opened, she stepped in.
"How many times do I have to tell you to call me Roy?" I was exasperated. How hard was it to remember my name? It's only three letters and one syllable! I step in and stand behind her. The models scampered in and whispered to each other.
"So his name's Roy huh?" The blond one whispered.
"Seems like it. But… what about her? She can't be a model." The Red head said while she frowned at Riza.
"Don't worry about her, I don't think they're together." The other blond replied. "She doesn't stand a chance against us."
I smirk as I heard that. Yeah right. Riza would shoot them all in five seconds flat, without blinking. I shake my head as I stifle a laugh.
"What's so funny?" The red head asked me seductively.
I shake my head. "Nothing." I smile at them. They swooned. Now, Riza was stifling a laugh.
I place my hands on Riza's shoulder. And whisper in her ear. "Did you hear that, Riza? They were insulting you." I say sweetly.
"Did you see that, Roy? They swooned for you." She covered her mouth, trying to suppress a harder laugh.
I blink. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing." She said in a sing song voice. The elevator doors opened and she stepped out. I stood there, dumbstruck.
She turned heel and smiled at me. It took my breath away. "Are you coming, Roy?"
I shake my head and stumble out the elevator. "Y-yeah." I scratch the back of my head and grin at her. The models trailed behind us. I heard them gasp. They saw her gun.
I turn back and grin at them. "You girls better not get her angry. She has a killer aim. Trust me." I say then link arms with Riza.
She was taken aback with what I did. But I only walked faster, pulling her with me.
She looks up at my face. Our arms were still linked. "What was that about?" She pulls her arm away.
"Well, I couldn't let them get away with what they did." I mutter.
She raises a brow at me. "Sure, Roy, whatever you say." We took a turn and finally made it to the main lobby. We walked straight until we hit the main dining room.
The room was better arranged and styled than any fancy five-star restaurant I've ever seen. At the center was a long oak table. It accompanied twenty-four people on each side, and at the end of the room was a huge fireplace with a large portrait of the whole family in formal clothes. The father was in the middle, with the twins on either side. Leila and her mother sat down on a luxurious love seat.
Micha came in the room and hugged Riza. "Feeling any better?" She smiled.
"A little." Riza replied.
She looked over at me. "What about you?" She spit out.
I shrugged and opened my mouth to say something, but the models, both sitting on the table and the ones that were in the elevator with us tackled and surrounded me.
They were all asking questions, like what was my name, what I did for a living and what was I doing here. I was overwhelmed, but I liked it. When you're swarmed with international models, you don't turn heel and run. No, you flirt and ask for their numbers.
"Womanizer." I heard Micha say.
"I heard that." I look over the models and take a peep of her sour face. She was still hugging Riza.
"Whatever, they're all your type anyway. Brainless sluts." She scowled.
All the models slowly turned face her. They all had the what-the-hell-did-you-call-us-you-little-bitch? Look on their faces.
Micha crossed her arms and gave them a bitch face. "You all heard me." She says impertinently.
All the models started to approach the fifteen-year-old girl. Oh crap, this doesn't look good. If they do anything to hurt her, bullets will be flying everywhere.
Before they could reach her, Riza stood in front of her niece and pointed a gun at them and switched the safety off, showing them that she was serious. She had her hair down, it made her look prettier, but it definitely didn't lessen her threat or did it corrode her cold eyes.
"Touch her and I'll send a bullet through your implanted breasts." Riza threatened. As if the gun pointing wasn't enough.
"R-Riza…" I hold my hands up with a lopsided grin on my face.
She points the gun at me now. "Colonel, you better behave yourself."
"You wouldn't dare shoot me with that gun." I say.
"No, you're right."
I relax and let a sigh of relief out.
"I'll be using my riffle." She says.
I gulp the lump down my throat.
Flash. Someone had taken a photo.
A man, probably around Riza's age or a year older with brown hair and ice blue eyes walked towards her. "That was beautiful, Riza. The pure determination in your eyes, and that form, just beautiful!" He said cheerfully before he came in and gave Riza a quick kiss on the cheek and hugged her. My eyes widened. What the hell! Was he allowed to do that? Was anyone allowed to do that? Because I'm sure I'm not allowed to do that.
Riza let out a sigh. "Jason, I would appreciate it if you didn't take candid pictures of me."
He laughed. "Sorry. I can't help it. You were born to be in photos! Have you thought about my offer?" He grinned expectantly.
I felt the blood rush as my face got hot. I felt a pang of jealousy hit me when I saw him kiss her and hug her like that. Even I didn't hug her like that. Not unless I wanted bullets up my ass. I let myself exhale slowly to keep the anger in. I felt someone elbow me on my ribs.
I look down. "What's the matter, colonel? Jealous?" Micha whispered smugly.
My eye twitched. I scoffed.
"Ooohh, Mustang's jealous." She teased.
Riza let a tired sigh again. "I'm sorry, Jason, but my answer is still no. I'm flattered that you think I'm model material, but I belong with the military."
Hell yeah! She chose me over mister photographer over there. I'm so taking Riza to dinner when we get better. I felt myself grin from ear to ear.
Jason's smile slowly faded and turned into a frown. He looked at me from the corner of his eye. "Is it because of him?" He scowled.
Riza's eyes widened. Her cheeks flushed. "He's my superior. Jason, meet Colonel Roy Mustang."
I smirk, close my eyes and raise my hand.
Flash.
My eyes flew open. He took a picture of me.
"Heh. A womanizer." He shot a sly smile at me. He turned his gaze to Micha. "Micha!" He snapped a picture of her as well. "So good to see you, darling."
Micha walked over to him and gave him a hug. "You too, Jason." She grinned. "Where's Paul and Leila?"
"They're in the kitchen. You know how they like to cook for us."
"Oh, I'll go help." Micha smiled then skipped off to the kitchen.
"Nghh." Riza winced and gripped her stomach furiously. Her eyes were shut tight with the pain. I felt my heart race.
"Riza!" I exclaimed and jogged over to her. "Riza, are you ok?"
She shook her head. I placed my hand over her forehead. She was burning up.
"Can you walk?" I asked her. I was planning on taking her back to the room.
She shook her head again. I looked at everyone frantically. To hell with this. I scooped her up and carried her bridal style.
Flash.
"Will you stop taking pictures of us!" I yelled at Jason then ran off. I didn't bother use the elevator. That damn thing was too slow. I ran up the stairs. I saw Leila coming out of the kitchen.
She dropped the plate she was holding. "What the hell happened?" She yelled and ran towards us.
"She's burning up." I didn't stop running.
"What's with all the yelling?" Micha ran out. Her eyes grew wide. "What happened?" Using her momentum, she leaped over the stair's railings and made it next to me in no time. She was so fast.
We reached the room in no time. I carefully placed Riza down on her bed and covered her with the duvet. Micha got a wet towel and placed it over her aunt's forehead.
Leila came back with two painkillers and a glass of water. Riza sat up at took it, and then laid back down. I looked over at Micha. She glanced at me.
"What?"
"How did you do that? You ran so fast." I mumbled, still watching Riza
She smirked. "I was part of track and field, remember? That was a piece of cake."
"Right. I forgot." I say calmly.
"Obviously." She rolled her eyes and let out a light laugh.
"You guys go back down. I'll stay here and feed Riza." Leila said. There was a maid behind her with a tray of food.
Micha nodded and walked out of the room, I trailed behind her. We rode the elevator.
"I wish you'd stop that." She mumbled silently.
I look down at her. "Stop what?"
"Womanizing."
I smirk. "I can't help it if the ladies want me." I raise both my hands up.
She looked up at me. She had a dead serious look on her face. Emphasis on the 'dead' "I'm not kidding. If you keep this up, you'll lose her for life." Her tone was passive.
I blinked a few times. "Why would you care any way? You're just a kid. Don't butt into adult's lives." I say.
She shook her head. "I care because I want to give Auntie Riza what she wants." She said in a small voice.
"I'm not yours to give to her." I say a little grimly.
"No,you're not. Because even though I hate you, I seem to see you as someone else. And you mean a lot to her, that's why I try to be nice." She looked at me with such disdain. With such sadness. "But you're not him. You can't be him."
"You were being nice?" I ask her sarcastically.
She had a grim expression well plastered on her face. "I did say I was trying." Her eyes were sharper than daggers.
The elevator door opened. Before she could step out, I placed my hand on her shoulder. I felt a single tear fall on my finger. My dark eyes grew wide with surprise. Was she crying?
She slowly turned to face me. Her eyes were filled with tears. She shook her head. "Please, let me go. You're not him."
I looked down. "Look, I may not be your father, but I can-"
She ran off.
I ran my fingers through my raven hair. I sighed. Why am I even doing this? It's not like she's my child. I don't have an inch of relation to her. But… why do I feel like I have to be a stand in father for her? Why did my heart drop to my stomach when I felt that tear drop to my finger? Damn you paternal Roy.
I walked around the halls, looking for her. Then I saw a thin figure, sitting in the corner. Her knees propped up with her arms resting on them. She buried her head into her folded arms. I slowly approached her and crouched down.
"Go away, colonel." She whimpered. "Just go and have dinner with everyone else. Get dates, I don't care."
I shook my head. "I'm afraid I'm not going anywhere until you tell me what's really bothering you, young lady." I say sternly. I'm the adult here. I have to take control of this situation. Then again, going back to the dining room with all those girls sounds good.
"I said go away." Her voice cracked, but it had more power than the first time.
"Not unless you come with me."
Her head popped out, her eyes were tightly shut. She started screaming "I said leave me alone! Daddy you're so-"
Her eyes flew open and she covered her mouth with her hand almost instantly. Our eyes met.
My eyes were wide with surprise. Did she just call me 'daddy'? Yes, I'm sure she just called me 'daddy'. "Did you… did you just call me 'daddy'?" I ask softly.
She slowly shook her head. Tears were streaming down her cheeks again.
"Yes, you did." I smirk.
She shakes her head again. "No… I-I didn't…" She softly replies.
"Yes you did." I smile at her.
She shook her head frantically from side to side. "No I didn't!" She started crying harder. She buried her face back into her arms. I slowly got up and held her by her arm. I slowly make her stand and hugged her. She hugged me back. Her grip was so tight, as if she was scared that I would just disappear.
I shook my head and looked up at the ceiling. I gently rubbed her back to calm her down. I felt my heart drop again. She was lost and in deep sorrow. I Riza told me that Micha didn't even get to see her father that morning before she came to school. She didn't get to see him, she didn't get to talk to him, she didn't even get to hug him before he left the face of the earth.
I heard something drop to the floor. It was a Silver pocket watch. I was informed that they gave it to her in memory of her father. Micha calmed down a bit and I pulled away from the hug. I wiped the tears off her face and picked up the watch. "Go clean yourself up. You're a mess." I say. "I'll wait for you in the dining room."
She nodded and left me standing by myself in the hall. She was a living sad story. I look at the watch and open it. On the other side was a picture of their family. Her mother had long, dark hair and ebony eyes. Her brother had blond hair like her father and ebony eyes like his mother. This was an old photo. Micha was probably ten or twelve.
Isaac Hawkeye. He was a close friend of Hughes. I recall hearing something about Isaac from him. I shook my head in sadness. Hughes… why did you have to die and leave your family behind? You're no better than Isaac! I cussed under my breath. Why did this have to happen? Why the fuck does this have to happen?
I made my way to the dining hall again. I sat myself at the end of the table. They served better food than any restaurant, that's sure. I ate slowly, making sure that I don't vomit this all out. Still, the models hovered over me, talking to me, and asking me questions. I couldn't help but oblige. Keep in mind, they approached me. Not the other way around.
Jason smirked from the other end of the table. "Looks like Riza's free, huh, Paul?"
"It would seem so. So you were planning to ask her out after she got better, right?" Paul says.
My ears perk up. What? Were they talking about Riza? My Riza? I couldn't help but take a look at the two. They looked so identical! They both had brown hair and ice blue eyes. They looked far more Amestrian than Leila did.
"Well, not right away. I want to give her some space." Jason says as he wipes his face with a napkin. "I'll excuse myself, I want to go check up on her. I wasn't able to formally welcome her." He stands with a smug smile.
"All right, good luck with that, bro." Paul says.
Jason stands up from the table and makes his way back to our room. I felt my eye twitch. There was no way he was going up to Riza in this condition. I stood up, but the models made me sit back down. In all my life, this was the only time a gorgeous woman got me pissed.
Micha took a seat in front of me. Her eyes were still puffy and red from crying.
"Hey, Micha!" I called her attention.
"What?" she doesn't look up at me.
"Does Jason have a thing for Riza?" I ask her.
She looks up and blinks. "Jealous again? God, Mustang, you have a ton of ladies right there! You really won't stop until you have all of them, don't you? She snapped.
"No! It's just that-"
"I've heard enough of this." She stood up. "Ok, ladies, I have a deal for you."
All the models looked at Micha. "Whoever can get him out of my face, right now, I'll tell you where he lives and I'll even throw in a pair of his boxers." She shot a smug smile at me.
All the girls squealed and carried me away. "He-Hey!" I yelled. "Micha!"
"Bye~" She waved at me and walked away.
-Riza's PoV-
I heard squeals and screams going, "He's mine!" or "Those boxers are mine!"
I raised a brow and peered out the window. For the first time, the colonel didn't look so happy to be around so many girls. Actually, he looked sick, like, he was about to throw up or something. Stupid, I bet he ate solid food and drank all the soup. I roll my eyes and reach for my gun. I open the window and shoot three rounds. All the girls dropped him and started running for their plastic lives.
He was left lying on the grass, groaning and clutching his stomach. I lean against the window's frame and look at him slyly.
"Damn you, Riza." He groaned. "Couldn't you have let them put me down before you fired?"
"Sorry, Roy, I didn't see you there." I stifle a laugh.
"Yeah right, you, Hawkeye, not see? That'll be the day Ed drinks his milk!" He raises his voice for me to hear.
I couldn't help it. I laughed out loud. I saw a smile creep up his face and looked over to my direction. I was so far up. But apparently, he could hear me loud and clear.
"Your laugh is simply melodious, Riza." I hear a voice behind me. I turn around swiftly.
"Jason." For some reason, I felt so tense. We were all alone in the room. Leila excused herself so she could get some dinner. "Is there something you need?"
"Well," he walks over, closer to me. "There is this thing I've been meaning to ask you."
"Riza?" Roy called from the courtyard. He probably didn't see me from down there anymore. I moved my position. I felt my knees touch the edge of Roy's bed. I clutched my .45 harder. For some reason, I felt threatened, I felt like something bad was going to happen.
"My dear, you're sweating. Do you have a fever?" He extended his hand to touch my forehead, but I swooped down and avoided it. I was behind him now.
"Yes, I do. So if you can please just tell me what you need. I need to get some rest."
"Riza. Hey! What's going on up there?" Roy's voice sounded worried.
Jason shook his head annoyed. "Must he always ruin our moments?" He looks up at me then walks towards the window. I was in the middle of the room. "Hey!" He shouted down at Roy. "Can you keep it down? You're in someone else's house." He spit out.
"What the hell are you doing up there?" Roy shouted angrily.
"It's my house, isn't it?" Jason teased.
I considered running for the door, but thank god, my niece came in.
"Auntie Riza…" she came in, Jason and I looked at her. Her eyes were red and puffy.
"What happened?" I came to her and gave her a tight hug.
"It was the colonel's fault." She mumbled.
"You made a child cry? How dare you, Mustang!" Jason yelled from the window.
"I-I didn't do it on purpose!" He yelled back.
"He didn't do it on purpose." Micha whispered to me. "I still hate him, though."
I chuckled and hugged her tighter. "Was it because of…"
She nodded. "I want to go home." She buried her face into my chest.
"Stop acting like an eight year old." I tease her.
"Well, anyway, Riza," Jason turned his gaze at me. "I was wondering if you would like to have dinner with me next Friday." He grinned expectantly.
I didn't know how to respond to this. I didn't like him. I mean, he was a good friend, but I had no feelings for him whatsoever. Besides, I felt so weird and tense when I was with him alone in a room. I don't like that feeling. "Well, Jason, I-"
"She'd love to." Micha grinned. "But, maybe not Friday. She already has a date."
I felt my eyes widen. What? I already had a date? I don't remember…
"With who?" Jason asked.
Roy came in bursting through the door looking like a wreck.
"With him." Micha grinned as she pointed to Roy.
"I what?" I asked her.
All eyes were on Roy.
"What?" he asks bemused.
"You're going on a date with Auntie Riza next Friday, remember?" Micha shot him a look, saying he better say yes.
"I uh… yeah I do." He stammered. He made his way behind me.
Jason blinked in disbelief. "I see, so the rumors are true." Jason hung his head in amusement.
"What rumors?" I ask curiously.
"That the famous Colonel Mustang and Lieutenant Hawkeye's a couple, of course." He leaned in my face. How did he get in front of me so fast? I didn't even notice he was only a foot away from me.
I backed away. A little too much, but Roy caught me. "I've never heard of that one." Roy says pissed.
"I haven't either." Micha says.
"Well," He shrugs. "Maybe it's about time it became one."
"Jason, stop it." Leila came in. "Stop threatening them. They're my guests, so I would like it if you didn't bother them."
"Ah, Leila, my most loved sister!" Jason hugged her.
"I'm your only sister." She says amused.
"But of course." Jason looks over at the three of us and takes another photo. "You know, you three look a lot like a family." He laughed then walked away.
Micha looked up at me and hugged me tighter. "I wouldn't mind if you were my mom, Auntie Riza." She smiled then looked at Roy. "I would be caught dead if I was his daughter." She glared at him.
"Same goes for you, kiddo." Roy smirked.
Micha stuck her tongue out at him. "Don't you try anything funny on her tonight or you'll wake up in the middle of a lake… in an iceberg." She scowled at him.
They finally let us rest. The two girls left us and I changed into a short, black night gown with lace that Leila gave me. It showed too much skin, so I grabbed a sweater form the duffel and slipped it on. I looked at myself in the mirror. This wasn't mine. I smelled it. It had a smoky scent. She wouldn't…
I stepped out; Roy was wearing blue silk pajamas with no shirt. He sat on the bed, staring at a silver pocket watch.
"Roy, is this yours?" I ask him.
He looks up and down. He saw the lace peeping out under. I blushed.
"Nice night gown." He comments.
"I was talking about the sweater!" I snap. I was still red.
He smirked. "Yes, it is. You can use it for tonight. It's big, but it looks good on you." He gave me that signature Mustang smirk.
I pout and burry myself under the duvet covers and make myself comfortable. He does the same and rests the pocket watch on the night table in between the beds.
"Hey, Riza, was she that much of a daddy's girl?" He asks me.
"Yes, she was. She told me she accidentally called you daddy." I stifle a laugh.
"Yeah, she did. It was weird, but I understand. It's horrible losing someone important to your life."
I nod my head and stare at him. If I lost him, I wouldn't be as strong as Micha. No, I'd break down and cry. But never will I commit suicide. He wouldn't want that. He would probably haunt me if I tried.
"Riza…"
"Yes?"
"… Never mind. It's nothing." He says softly and turns his back at me. "Good night. Wake me up if you need anything."
"Good night to you too… Roy." I turn my back at him as well and try to get some sleep.
'I love you.' I whisper to the wind.