Hey guys! Here's chapter 5. Sorry, was it a long wait? ^^;; I was stuck for like, a week. I seriously didn't know what to write. O_O;; but oh well. here it is! I hope you guys enjoy. And please, R&R!
I don't own FMA. But I wish I did. XD
-Micha's PoV-
I feel the warm sunlight on my face. I slowly open my eyes and I stare off into a bright golden ray of light. I slowly sit up and rub my eyes. Leila wasn't in the room anymore. She's probably downstairs eating, or already on her way to school. It always amazed me how quiet she can move around. So quiet, it was creepy. I push the covers off me and I make my way to the bathroom.
I took a quick shower and opened my bag. I scurried around to find something to wear. I pulled out a magenta colored dress. It was simple and plain, but it looked good on me. I slipped on my bra and underwear then pulled the dress over. I took my clip from the bedside table and fixed it into my hair.
Before I take the elevator down, I took a quick peep into Auntie Riza and the colonel's room. They were both sleeping soundly. The colonel's bathroom lights and door was wide open with the toilet cover up, he must have thrown up a few times last night. I slowly close the door and hop into the elevator.
The whole house was silent. It was only eight in the morning, but everyone was already out. Leila was at school, and her two brothers were probably at their studio downtown with the models. I skip happily into the kitchen and take out some bread and eggs from the fridge.
"Good morning, Miss Micha." One of the maids greeted me.
"Good morning." I smile at her.
"There's a phone call for the colonel. Should I go wake him?" she asks politely.
I blink a few times then I finally say, "Who is it? Is it from head quarters?"
"Yes, miss. I believe he said he was 1st lieutenant Jean Havoc." She replies.
"Oh." I chuckle. "Give me the phone, I'll talk to him." I grin.
She leads me to the grand lobby and points to the phone.
I pick up the phone. "Hello, Micha speaking." I say sweetly.
"Micha? Hey, I asked for the colonel or at least the lieutenant." He says over the line.
"They're still sleeping. I think he was throwing up the whole night." I say. "Is it something important? Or did you guys make a mess?" I tease.
"Well, it's not really that important, but it's just that their work's really piling up. And some documents are from the Fuhrer's office. And no, we didn't." He snickers.
"Oh, well, do you want me to come by and pick them up?" I ask. "I have a lot of free time on my hands."
"I guess it'll be ok. Though, I need someone to escort you back. You'll be holding military documents." He mumbles. I hear a noise and another person's voice. It sounded familiar, but it was definitely not Falman, Breda or Fuery. "All right, you can come. I have someone who can drive you back."
"Ok. I'll be there in a while. Just let me grab something to eat and make their breakfast. Would you guys want something to eat as well?"
"No, we're good. Thanks for the offer though."
"Bye." I hang up and stride towards the kitchen.
I eat a piece of toast with butter and cook up some eggs, bacon and coffee for them. I told the maid to tell them to come down for breakfast today and to tell them that I just went out for a while and I'll be back before lunch.
I grabbed my gold sling bag and slipped into matching gold flats. I walked out of the front yard and on to the side walk. I always walk fast when I'm alone. Sometimes, my friends would think that some type of invisible freak was chasing me because I wasn't walking anymore, I was sprinting. I guess it was because of track. I always did things quickly. I love speed as much as I love the cold weather. These two things just really worked for me.
I made it to the gates of head quarters. As I entered the lobby, I showed them my school ID and I was escorted to colonel Mustang's office. As soon as the soldier opened the door for me, I see Havoc with his back turned, he was using the colonel's phone. He turns back and smiles. He tells the person that he'll call back then hangs up.
"Well, that was fast. Did you run here?" He asks. His tone was tainted with humor.
"Oh, no." I grin. "I flew." I played along.
He laughs. "Really now?"
I roll my eyes and walk closer to him. I give him a warm hug. I just love Havoc. He's so funny, adorable and handsome. I don't know why he can't get dates, actually. Well, except for the smoking part. Girls hate it when guys smoke. I look up at him and glare at the cigarette stick in between his lips. I reach up and pulled it out. "This is the reason why you don't have dates, Jean." I say irritated.
"Well, sorry. I can't break my habit." He scratches the back of his head.
"Yeah, right." I roll my eyes and pull away from the hug. "Where's that paper work?" I stretch and sit down on the couch.
He points at a foot tall stack of papers on the colonel's desk. "And there's more to come." He smirks. "The lieutenant has a lot as well. How are they doing by the way?" he asks.
I shrug. "Throwing up, on-off-fever, and mood swings aren't exactly your typical walk in the park." I say.
He chuckles. "I hear they're sleeping in the same room? Are you sure that's a good idea?"
I shoot him a smug smile. "Well," I laugh. He laughs along as well. "It's ok. Auntie Riza sleeps with her .45 under her pillow."
"Ouch." Havoc remarks.
He takes the papers and sorts them out into folders and envelopes. He places them in two stacks neatly on the colonel's desk.
"Where're the others?" I ask curiously. It was only him in the office.
"Fuery's in the communication room, Breda's probably in the other office and Falman's over at the mail room." He says not looking at me.
"Sounds busy. So, who's driving me?" I grin.
"Sergeant Fritzer is." He says quietly, still arranging the papers.
"Who?" I raise a brow. Why does that name sound so familiar?
He stands up straight and stretches. "Sergeant Daniel Fritzer. He was recently transferred here to the colonel's office by request."
"Daniel Fritzer…" I mumbled. Why did that name sound so familiar? Oh crap. Now I remember.
The door opened and in came a teenager, with brown hair and emerald eyes. He had a small stack of papers in his left hand and car keys in the other. "Here's more for the colonel." He hands Havoc the papers. "And I was able to borrow a car for the rest of the day. What else do I need to do besides drop her off?" He didn't see me yet. I was hiding behind the couch. Oh dear lord, why did it have to be him? Why was he part of the military? And why did he have to be assigned here to the colonel's office? I wanted to scream.
"She's over there." Havoc said as he pointed to the couch in my direction.
I peep out of the couch and smile nervously. "Hey."
"Hey." he smiles at me. "Wait… Hey! you're the girl I met at the bazaar." He walks towards me.
"Yeah, that was me." I smile. "How's your brother?"
"He's fine. So you're the lieutenant's niece, huh?" He leans in closer to my face. "You guys have the exact same eyes. I hope you don't shoot people as often as she does." He grins.
I laugh nervously. "No, I don't shoot. I do alchemy."
"Hey, I need this delivered to the Fuhrer's office." Havoc says.
"I'll bring it!" I blurt out.
Havoc looks at me weirdly. "Are you ok? What did you eat for breakfast?" he raises a brow at me.
I hurry over him and grab the papers. And jog out the door. "I'll be back soon." I say then shut the door behind me.
Oh god, why did Daniel have to be here? And why did he have to drive me home? I would have settled for walking, but the documents I must be carrying are confidential, they can't risk it being seen by other people. I walk down the halls with a blush on my face. Why do I have to think that Daniel's good looking? Well, he's hot, that much no one can deny. But still…
I finally made it to the office. I was looking down on the floor, and I softly hit someone.
"Sorry." I look up. It was the Fuhrer himself.
I stumble back. "I'm so sorry! Please forgive me, King Bradley." I bow down. This is not my day… And it only started.
He let out a jolly laugh. "It's ok. I'm glad to see you here today." He grins.
I straighten up and smile.
"Running errands for the colonel again? I thought he was on sick leave."
"He is, sir. I'm just bringing it here." I grin nervously.
He laughs again. "If I didn't know better, I would think that you already work here. That's it!"
"Sir?" I cock my head to the side. What is he talking about?
"You're hired!" He says.
"What?" my eyes widen.
"You are now part of the military. I'll put you under Mustang's office." He grins. "Go to my secretary, order a uniform, and give her a copy of your previous and present report card. And a one by one picture as well so she can get your military ID made."
"Wh-what?" is he serious? I can't work here! Especially not under Mustang.
"Well, get those papers to her and send all your requirements by this afternoon. I'll personally be looking at them." He smiles then walks away.
I was left standing there, dumbstruck. What the hell just happened? What the hell just happened?
"Congratulations." The secretary giggles. "You're now part of the military.
I wince then walk to her desk and hand her the papers. "Is he serious? He can't be serious, right?" my tone was pleading for her to say no.
She shakes her head. "Sorry, but I think he was really serious. Just send me everything he asked for and don't worry. I don't think the work will be too heavy on you." She assures me.
"But… I don't even want it!" I was about to go into hysterics.
"I know, but trust me, just try it. Life here is actually quite fun. It can be boring and exciting too. Just try it, and the great part is, we pay really high and you get so much perks."
"Like?" I ask still in disbelief.
"Just show them your ID, and you can get the item you want almost for free." A smug smile plays on her lips. "Now," She takes out a piece of paper and writes some things down. "Go to the resource office and get a uniform fitted. Give me a copy of your report card this year and last year. Write down important things and activities you did as well. Type them all on a clean sheet of bond paper. And submit it to me by five. Ok?" She smiles at me then pushes me out of the office.
I walk back to the office and slump down on the sofa next to Fuery, who was tinkering with a radio.
"What's up, Micha?" He asks, not looking up from the radio.
I give him the slip of paper. He looks at it and reads it. "No way! The Fuhrer gave you a job here?"
"What?" Havoc and Daniel walk over to us. I was still trying to internalize everything.
"Congratulations." Daniel grinned. "They pay really well here." He smirks.
I look at him. "I don't care. My parents left me a fortune! I don't need a job right now." I mumble.
"Well, looks like you don't have a choice." Havoc snickers."Hey, Daniel, help Micha out with her errands today. She has a lot on this list and her dead line's at five. Drive her around and show her the offices, will you?"
Daniel straightens up and salutes. "Yes, sir."
-Daniel's PoV-
Lieutenant Havoc and I arrange, sort and file all the papers that needed to be brought. Micha sat down on the couch, next to Fuery. She was just staring blankly at our direction. I guess she needed some time to internalize all of this. Once we finished, I placed all the files in a black expandable folder. I guess we should go to the resource office first, get her uniform, go get her report card, bring it back here then bring the papers to the colonel. Or whatever was on the way. I take the car keys and slip them in my pocket.
"We should go to the resource office first." I turn around and face her. "You ready?"
She simply nodded and stood up. I lead the way to the office. She trailed two strides behind me. She was so quiet. All the other people in East Head Quarters told me that she was really hyper and outgoing. Oh well. I guess they were just pulling my leg.
I knocked on the door and twisted the knob. I held it wide open for her. She smiled at my direction when she passed me. A middle aged lady sat behind the counter.
"What can I do for you today, dear?" She smiles.
"She needs to be fitted for a uniform." I say politely.
She seemed taken aback with what I said. "Really now…" She looked at Micha from head to toe. "All right then. Follow me, love." She starts walking to a door that leads to another room. She looks over her shoulder. "Please take a seat, Sergeant Fritzer."
I nod then take a seat on the black leather couch. I cross my legs and rest my elbow on the armrest and lean my cheek on my knuckles. While waiting, I couldn't help but think of what uniform would she pick, the pants? Or maybe the skirt? Wait. Why am I even thinking about this? Whatever she chose to wear, that has absolutely nothing to do with me. I shook my head from side to side to clear it. but after a few seconds, she drifted back into my chain of thought.
"Why are you wearing the male's uniform, love? It looks too bulky on you." I hear the lady say in the other room.
"Because the skirt's too short! And it's like giving Mustang his most wanted mini-skirt thing." Micha retorts.
"Non-sense, you have nice legs." The lady giggles.
I hear the door click open and out walked Micha. She looked really pissed. "Are the pants too bulky?" she asks me, annoyed.
I stand up and look at her from top to bottom. She was wearing the male's uniform. The jacket looked ok, but it was too big. It boxed her entire trunk. And the pants were definitely too bulky. It made her legs look twice as big.
I scratched the back of my head and grinned at her foolishly. "You should try the female's uniform. This one looks too… big on you." I say slowly.
She pouted and looked at herself in the mirror next to her. Her lips slowly turned into a frown. "Fine." She mutters then goes back in the room.
I sat back down and let out a sigh. I hope the female's uniform would look better on her. It's such a waste of perfectly good curves… I mentally gave myself a sucker punch. What the hell? Why am I thinking about these things? I've seen girls in the military academy wearing shirts that made their shape look like ironing boards, and I didn't give a shit. Now, I go all, 'such a waste of good curves' the moment I get out? Bad Daniel, bad. You're not supposed to think about your subordinates that well.
The door clicked open again and I instantly stood up. She came out wearing the female's uniform. It looked way better.
The jacket hugged all the right places, but not too tight. And the blue skirt fell at mid-thigh. She was wearing stockings and three inch black heels. My eyes drifted back up to the skirt. DAMN. If it raised just a little more, that could be what Colonel Mustang's been working so hard for… those damn mini-skirts.
"Doesn't this look better, sergeant?" The lady popped out from behind Micha. "Doesn't she just look wonderful?" She smiles at me.
I felt my face get hot. "Yes. Really, Micha, you look great." I flashed a grin at her.
Her face turned pink and she looked down at the floor. "I don't like the heels." She mumbles. "It's hard to move around in these." She clicked them together then turns to her side to face the mirror.
"You're not used to them?" I walk over to her.
"I am… but," she looks at herself in the mirror; she was fighting back a blush. I stood directly behind her. "I like flats better."
"But it makes you taller." I chuckle.
She frowns then glares at me through the mirror. "I know I'm short, ok? Don't rub it in." she mumbles angrily.
She was right, with the heels; she was up to the bottom of my nose. But without them, she was only half way up my neck. I placed both my hands on either side of her shoulders. I lean it a bit lower to whisper to her ear, "It's ok, you still look pretty."
She turned full blast red then ran back to the dressing room. I stood there, dumbstruck. "Did… did I say something wrong?" I blink.
The lady giggles. "It looks like someone has a crush on you, Sergeant Fritzer." She covers her mouth to stop her from laughing.
I shrug. "Doubt it. She's probably upset about the height thing." I chuckle. "I didn't know she was sensitive about her height like Edward Elric."
The lady laughs. "I suppose so."
Micha came out after a while. She was still wearing the uniform, but she was wearing her gold flats. It still matched the uniform very well. She held a shoe box in one hand, and her dress in the other. She was still wearing that pink and gold clip of hers.
The lady had a big paper bag sitting on the counter. Micha stood in front of it.
"Here are four pairs of uniform, love. Including the one you're wearing now." She takes the clothes in Micha's hands and the shoe box. She places them inside the paper bag before handing it to her.
Micha takes a hold of the handle and lets it hang to her side. "Thank you." She smiles.
We walked back to the uniform in silence. As soon as she opens the door, all eyes were on her.
"Wow, you look great Micha!" Master sergeant Fuery cheers.
"Thanks." She smiles and places the paper bag next to the black expandable on the lieutenant Hawkeye's desk.
"I see you chose the female uniform, good choice." Warrant officer Falman smiled.
"Well, I am a girl, aren't I?" Micha snickers and shifts to face Havoc.
"You should get the Lieutenant to wear the female uniform too." Havoc takes a drag and blows it out. "I can only imagine the colonel drooling." The whole room roared with laughter.
"You guys would be drooling too." Micha says. "Then, bullets start flying, and you guys start hiding and saying your last prayers behind your desks." She snickers.
I take a look at the clock. It was already 1130 hours. "We better get going." I say as I take the expandable from the table.
"I guess so." Micha shrugs then takes her paper bag. "Bye guys, see you soon." She waves.
We make our way to the parking lot. We approach a black car. I slip the key into the passenger seat's keyhole, and open it for her. She smiles my way, warmer this time, and slips in, being mindful that she's wearing a skirt. I gently close the door and make my way to the driver's seat. I turn the key in the keyhole, and open it. I quickly get in and close the door. I switch the ignition on.
"Are you allowed to drive?" she asks me.
"Of course I am. I wouldn't be sitting here if I wasn't." I smirk.
"… How old are you?"
"Seventeen." I grin at her.
A frown sets on her face. "That's too young. You're not allowed to drive yet." She eyes me.
"Relax, we're not going to crash." I say as I drive out of the parking lot.
"Still." She mumbles as she fastens her seatbelt. I did the same. "How did you get your license?"
"Being a military dog has its advantages." I keep my eyes on the road, staying alert, ready for anything. We made it to the lieutenant's apartment. I pull up in front of a townhouse, with three stories. It was covered in red bricks, and surrounded by a white fence. It had a homey feeling to it. I parked right in front of it and killed the ignition.
Micha climbed out, with her paper bag and unlocked the front door while I was locking up all the doors in the car. I wouldn't want it to get car napped, this car is worth more than my salary. I stride and stand behind her. She finally opened up all the locks and pushed the door open.
"Please make yourself at home." She says softly. "Do you want anything?"
"No thank you." I smile.
"Ok. I'll be upstairs." She looks up at me. "Just call me if you need anything." She gives me a soft smile.
I nod then she climbed up the stairs. I heard her settle the paper bag somewhere near the door. I could hear the paper cracking. I walked over to the living room. It was small, but well furnished. It had a couch, an arm chair by the fireplace and a Victorian love seat. Next to it was a pine side table holding up a few picture frames.
I picked one up. It was a picture of all of Mustang's subordinates. He was in the middle of the picture, slightly turned to his right, facing lieutenant Hawkeye. She too, was slightly facing his direction. Behind her, was Major Armstrong, his face was cut in the picture. He was too tall. On the other side was Sergeant Fuery, behind him stood Warrant officer Falman. 1st lieutenant Havoc crouched down in front of them, next to him, in the same position was Brigadier General Hughes. I shook my head. Maes Hughes. He was over active and daughter obsessed, but still, everyone loved him. I placed it down and lingered to the next photo.
It was the lieutenant's family photo. She was really young, probably five-years-old. The next one was a really cute picture. It was of her and the colonel when they were younger, probably when she was still twelve and him at fifteen. The next one made me smirk. If it wasn't obvious that she liked the colonel, this would be proof. It was a picture taken a year ago, at the military's Christmas ball. She looked beautiful in the gown and the colonel looked like a penguin in the tux. I stifle a laugh. He would kill me if he knew that's what I thought.
The next one was a picture of central's resident trouble maker, aka, Micha Hawkeye. She was wearing her track and field uniform with three medals hanging from her neck. She still had long hair here. It was tied in a ponytail, with her bangs side swept. This was taken before her parents died, that's for sure. I remember seeing articles of her in the news. I shake my head in amusement. "Who would've thought that that troublemaker would be now working for the military, living under the roof of one of the strictest people here in East?" I mutter to myself.
I hear footsteps coming down the stairs. I look back, she changed into black flats. She's holding a short brown envelope. "I found it." She says.
"All right." I walk towards her. "Let's go."
-Roy's PoV-
After eating breakfast, Riza and I lingered in the living room. We were sipping tea while she read a pocket book and I read the daily paper. I sat on the arm chair while she sat on the love seat next to me.
A maid came in. "Mister Mustang, a 1st Lieutenant Jean Havoc's on the line for you." She says softly.
Riza's ears perked up. She swiftly glanced at me. "You better go get it, Colonel. Who knows what type of trouble they got into this time." She says bluntly.
I smirk. "Of course, you're not there to shoot bullets up their ass." I place the paper down on the coffee table and get up.
"Just get the phone, sir." She says.
I follow the maid to the phone and ask her to leave me. "Yes, Havoc, the lieutenant's asking what type of trouble you men got into." I say.
"Yo, sir." Havoc greets. "And no, we didn't. Is the line secure?" He asks.
I look form side to side. There was no one in sight. "Affirmative. What is it?"
"Did you hear about Micha and her employment here? Sir, permission to speak freely." He requests.
"Granted."
"What the hell are you thinking? It's too dangerous to let her be here. She has a life to live, you know." He says.
I smirk. "You worry too much, Havoc. Besides, don't worry. I have it planned." I nod.
"All right, sir, if you say so." He mumbles. "Oh yeah, Sergeant Daniel Fritzer's been transferred here too. Since last night. Oh, and Micha and Daniel's coming over there to send you your work. It's piling up." He informs me.
"Oh fine." I mumble.
"Permission to speak freely again, sir?" He asks on the other line.
I let out an exasperated sigh. "You know what? Go ahead, for the whole duration of this call, Lieutenant."
"All right. Sir, what exactly do you have planned for these kids?" he asks slowly.
"I'm working on it." I say before I hang up. I walk back to the living room.
Riza lowers her book, but doesn't let it go. "What was that about, sir?"
"Nothing." I take a seat right next to her. "Micha's bringing the papers over." I rest my right arm on the top of the couch behind her.
"… Did you push through with the plan, sir?" She looks directly into my dark eyes.
"What plan?" I shift to stare back into her auburn eyes. I fix some stray hair out of her eye.
"You know what I'm talking about, colonel." She says softly.
I smirk. "She's going to hate me when she finds out my real motives." I shake my head in amusement.
"Permission to act and speak freely, sir." She says sternly and closes her book instantly and hardly.
"Granted." I nod my head.
She swiftly hits my chest with her pocketbook.
"Ouch!" I touch the part of my chest she hit. "What was that for, Riza?" I complain.
"Well, sir, it is a stupid reason." She says sternly. "I'm sorry, sir. This officer will take her punishment justly." She says.
I smirk. Punishment, huh? I wrap my right arm around her, hold her chin, and lean in to kiss her cheek. I felt a small part of the corner of her lips touch mine. Her eyes grow wide with surprise and her cheeks flush red.
"Sir!" she protests.
"What? That was your punishment." I say seductively. "Or do you prefer a harder punishment?" My breath swept across her whole face. My left hand drifted down to her thigh.
"Get a room." A voice called. "I mean, really, I have dozens of them here."
I let out a sigh. Damn. Must this girl always ruin my advancements on Riza?
"Leila…" I say lowly and shift to face her.
She smirks. "Who else? Santa Clause?" A smug smile and a sarcastic look was plastered on her face.
Lol. Don't you guys just love Leila? XD And sorry, there wasn't much RoyAi in this chapter. But a lot of other important things happened. [if you can tell what they are] and… as usual, I'll make up for it in the next chapter. I shall shower it with fluffy fluffy love fluff. /shotshotshot Anyways, I hope you enjoyed it. :D Please review, it makes me really happy. And then again, I promise you, the review button won't bite. =)) Oh! And give me suggestions on what you want to see in the next coming chapters!