Thank you for all the kind reviews and thank you for reading my story, it really means a lot to me. :D
Well, here's the 6th chapter, and like I promised, I lavished it with fluffy fluffy RoyAi love. XD It was fun writing this chapter, though it's much shorter than my previous ones. I'm not sure if you guys like it short or long. ^^;
Anyway, I'm very happy to see that a lot of you liked the MichaxDaniel. I love them too. ;D I just hope that you guys didn't find it too dragy. For this chapter, prepare yourself for A LOT of fluff. Quite cliché and some parts and I just want to hit myself for that. But oh well, I'll improve it in the next chapter. R&R!
I don't own FMA.
-Riza's PoV-
I felt my cheeks burn as he leaned in closer, his bottomless, mysterious gaze, holding on to mine. I was relieved and at the same time frustrated when Leila came in. I mean, who knows what the colonel would've done. But at the same time, I wanted him to stay, I wanted him to come closer, I wanted him to kiss me.
What am I thinking? He doesn't love me. He doesn't even like me. I know I'm not like any other woman to him, that much I'm certain. I was his baby sitter, his subordinate, and an occasional slave driver who makes him piss his pants in fear when I take my gun out of its holster when he refused to do his paperwork. I was to him like how I was to everyone else. Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye, the boring and perfect military soldier. Nothing more, nothing less.
"What're you doing back so early?" The colonel asks, obviously frustrated as well. "Cutting classes?" He smirks.
"No, my schedule ends early today. But don't worry, I'm leaving again. So you and Riza have all the time in the world to yourselves." She grins teasingly.
I shot her a glare.
She places her hands up in the air. "Easy there." She grinned foolishly at me. "Anyway, I have to go. I have a study group waiting for me at Johnny's house."
"Boyfriend?" The colonel said smugly.
"Hardly. More of a really close friend; Friend only." Leila says. She turns around and starts walking towards the door. She pulls out her fan and slowly makes a breeze. "By the way, my brother's are going to bring lunch for you two. They should be here in a few minutes." She takes a turn and disappears at the corner.
I let out a sigh as the colonel started to mumble and grumble incoherent and unintelligible things. He really hates Jason for childish reasons. I roll my eyes and look at him. He was slouching a bit and had his arms crossed. He was sulking. I bit my lip so I wouldn't laugh. I let out a tired sigh and stand up. I pull my blouse down a bit and straighten up my skirt.
"Where're you going?" He asks as he looks up at me from below.
"Back to the room. I need to wash up." I say simply. "Stay here and wait for Micha." I tell him as I leave.
I didn't feel like taking the elevator, so I took the stairs. I was feeling much better. The medicine that was prescribed to us was really effective. Last night, I heard the colonel throw up from time to time. I didn't bother getting up and helping him. Seeing his vomit might make me throw up as well. I shudder at the thought. I guess taking the stairs was a bad idea. I momentarily forgot that the room was on the third floor. I cussed at myself but continued to walk.
I made it to the room in five minutes. That was really long. I guess I should've taken the elevator. I switch the lights on and close the door behind me. I open my bathroom door and splash some water on to my face. I wasn't looking as pale as I used to. That was good. I'll be back to normal in no time. And when I say no time, I mean tonight or on the dot five am the next morning. I take my hair brush and run it through my hair. I rarely think of my appearance, but I am a woman, aren't I? I have to keep my appearances up, no matter how much I don't care.
I place the brush down and switch the lights off in the bathroom and walk over to my bed. It was already made and back to how it looked like the first time Roy and I came in. I grabbed my handgun from my duffel bag and tucked it in my skirt behind me. I feel like I might need it, knowing that Roy and Jason were going to be in the same room. Let alone, the same table.
I take a look at myself one last time in the mirror before going back down. I'm not going to be stupid this time, I'm taking the elevator. As I reached the lobby, I heard voices and saw two people in the blue military uniform. One was wearing the male's uniform, standing in front of the colonel. They were the same height, of not, just a few centimeters shorter. The other was wearing the female's uniform. She was practically a head shorter than him.
"Here are the papers, Colonel Mustang." The young man said.
"Thank you, Sergeant Fritzer." He says then nods at his direction. He kept his posture straight and stern.
I walked over to them and saw that it was my niece in the female's uniform. I cover my mouth to stifle a laugh. "I see you chose the almost-mini-skirt-uniform." I say teasingly. I stood a few feet behind her.
She looked back and growled at me. "The male's uniform looked too big. I don't know how you pull it off."
I shrug, a smile on my face. "Nerves of steel, love." She skips towards me and gives me a tight hug. I return it and she pulls away.
"I have to go. I already have paper work waiting for me." She grumbled.
"Good luck with that." Roy teased. Micha turned to face him and stuck her tongue out.
"Whatever, you have more and you better not make Auntie Riza do it." She glares.
"Is that a way to talk to your commanding officer? Know your place, cadet." His voice was full of authority. A smirk crept up his lips. He won't be hearing any sarcastic remarks from her unless she wanted to be punished from now on. Micha cringed. She saluted him.
"Yes sir." She says regrettably.
"Sergeant," I call him. He turns to face me.
"Sir!" He says sternly.
I chuckle. Of course he would call me sir, all the other lower officers did. "Make sure you watch her like a hawk."
He salutes. "Yes sir!" he turns around then ushers Micha out of the living room.
Roy let out a chuckle. "I'm going to love this." He says.
"Sir, you are such a sadist." I walk over to him and take the expandable folder. "We should get to these right away."
"Not before you have lunch, Riza!" Jason strode into the room and kissed my cheek a longer than necessary. I pull away.
"Will you stop that?" The colonel snapped.
Jason turns to face him. A sly and cocky look on his face. "What's the matter Mustang? Jealous? I bet you she likes me better." He challenges.
Roy's eye twitches in anger as he pulled his gloves on. "Is that a challenge?"
I can't believe this. They're acting like children! And what am I? Some sort of prize to be won? I felt the vain throbbing on my forehead. It took half of my patience to refrain from shooting them. I massaged the bridge of my nose.
"Brother, please. Leila will have your head if you don't behave." Paul came in and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. "You're looking much better, Riza. How are you feeling? Better, I hope." He smiles.
I smile back at him. Paul was a nice guy. He reminded me a lot of Alphonse, so sweet and caring. I nod. "Yes, I am. Thank you."
"If you would please, come to the dining hall," He looks at me then at Roy, "The food is waiting." Roy nodded and walked past me. Paul led the way, with Jason and Roy and I trailed behind him.
"It will be an honor having the most beautiful woman in this country to sit at the head of the table." Paul insisted. He was such a gentleman. And I just couldn't say no to him.
He pulled the chair back and pushed it back in for me. "Thank you." I smile.
Roy sat at my right side, and then Paul and Jason took a seat to my left. They served a one course meal. Thank god. I don't think I could've finished the five course meal Leila tried to feed me. It was just too much. They served good T-bone steak with mashed potatoes.
Roy and Jason have been glaring at each other throughout the whole meal. I tried to ignore it and focused on finishing my meal without throwing it up.
Paul finished his food quickly and excused himself. He said he had a series of phone calls to make and some work to do. That reminded me of the work that waited for me and the colonel as well. I stood up. "I'm going to get some air. Excuse me." I say then leave.
"I'll accompany you." Jason stood up and left his food.
The colonel, not wanting to give up, followed as well. "Me too."
I make my way to the pool side. I was hoping to let my stomach digest in peace as I read my book for at least twenty minutes before I start my work. But I guess that would be impossible with these two following me around like lost puppies.
This was getting annoying.
I let out a sigh to calm myself. I stopped in my tracks and faced the two of them. They froze. They had that look on their face. A look I knew all too well. It was the, 'oh shit, she's going to shoot me, isn't she?' look. "Will you two just please…" I gritted my teeth. I decided that I still had some patience in me so I thought they would figure it out and just leave me alone. "Never mind." I finally say.
They both let out a sigh of relief, and then glared at each other. They started arguing. That's it… I can't take this anymore.
"Quiet!" I scolded them. This seemed to do the trick. They both shut up and looked down on the floor. They both looked like children who just got scolded for stealing the cookies from the jar. "Honestly, you two are worse than children!" I went on.
"Colonel, I expect you to behave better than this." I look at him. He received a sadistic laugh from Jason.
"You too, Jason." I snap.
"HA!" Roy stuck his tongue out at him.
"Shut up!" I snap.
They both looked at their feet. I look over at Jason. "Please, Jason. I'm still not feeling so well and I have work to do. So if you can please, just leave me alone, I'd very much appreciate it. I'll go out with you when I feel better and have room in my schedule, ok?" I bite my tongue. What did I just say? What did I just get myself into?
Roy's jaw fell to the floor. "WHAT?" he protested.
A wide grin spread across Jason's face. "Wonderful!" He clapped his hands together. "I will be waiting for your speedy recovery, my dear." He kissed the back of my hand and stopped when he was next to Roy. He stuck his tongue out. "I win." He whispers to him, then leaves.
Well… at least he left.
"What the hell was that about?" Roy demanded.
I let out a sigh. "I'll fix that." I say. "But for now, can we please just get those papers done, sir?"
He crosses his arms against his chest and stood his ground. He wasn't going anywhere.
I was getting tired of this. "What? I'm going out on a date with you too, am I not?"
"Well… yeah… but I don't want you to go out with him." He mutters.
"I said I'll fix it, sir." I say quietly.
"Then fix it, lieutenant!" He raises his voice.
I'm appalled. Did he just order me to cancel out my date? He wasn't just ruling my working life, but my social life as well? Does he have to have total control over me? Next thing you know, he'll tell me to roll over and play dead! This seriously made me angry. So he could go and have dates, and I can't say anything about it, but he can? That is just a big piece of bullshit.
"Sir, with all due respect, you can't rule over my social life. And I am not obliged to go out with you either. Hell, I'm not even supposed to. It's against frat rules, sir." I say angrily.
"You promised." He bit back.
"I did not promise anything to you, colonel." I say abruptly. My poker face stayed intact, but my eyes were screaming with fury.
Silence. We stared at each other for a while before I finally spoke up.
"I'm going to get those papers done. Excuse me, sir." I say as I storm over to the living room. I grab all the files and papers under the divider that had my name on it and left it on the couch. Paul came in looking concerned.
"Well, my brother just started skipping happily up the stairs, I hear yelling from the pool and you look like you want to kill something. Now I know something's wrong." He says sarcastically.
I let out a deep breath and look at him. "I'm sorry. We just… had an argument. It's nothing." I assure him. But as sure as hell it was something. It's been quite a while since I got into an argument like that with the colonel. "Can I borrow a study or a room?" I ask him politely.
He leaned in forward. Not catching what I said. "I beg your pardon?"
"Can I borrow any room with a desk and good lighting?" I repeat calmly.
"Oh, sure. You can use Leila's study. I'm sure she won't mind." he smiles. Paul kindly led me to the second floor to Leila's study. He opened the door and told me to take a seat on behind her desk.
"If you need anything, don't hesitate to dial my local number, I'll be more than happy to give you anything you want." He grins before closing the door.
The room was as big as the colonel's office. A classic fireplace sat behind the desk, with Leila's portrait hanging on top of it. If it's one thing I noticed, this family liked hanging paintings of them. The desk was big and made out of oak. With two matching book shelves that held encyclopedias and other books Leila must have collected.
I sat the papers on the desk and sat down on the big, luxurious leather chair. If it was Leila's, of course it would be luxurious, luxurious and exuberant. It was nice sitting in a chair like this. It was soft and very relaxing. I got to work immediately, but I couldn't help but think about what Roy's doing right now. I start sorting the papers out. To the piles that needed to be signed, read and rewritten.
I noticed that half of them needed to be given to the colonel for further authorization. I made a face and muttered. "That can wait."
-Normal PoV-
Roy was obviously pissed. He was mumbling, grumbling and cussing out incoherent things. Some having emphasis and some just blending in to the stream of babbles and complains from his mouth. He went over to the living room and saw the folder. He took the whole thing and asked the maid for a study that nobody really used. As much as possible, he wanted to be alone. Alone so he could say all the nasty things he wanted and not be heard by anyone, especially not Riza.
The maid led him to a room on the second floor. "Mister Mustang, this is Miss Leila's grandmothers' study. So please, do be careful not to break anything. Everything here, I heard, is worth more than an average man's monthly salary." She warned him.
He simply nodded and entered the room. He shut the door behind him and looked around. Sure enough, everything looked damn expensive. Hell, just the carpet alone should be more than his salary. He set the folder down on the table and took a seat behind the desk. There were a few things he took notice off on the desk. It was a picture of the said grandmother, an expensive looking penholder and an even more expensive looking phone. It was lined in gold and the buttons looked like they were made out of some expensive stone.
He lazily took the papers out and grabbed the pen from the penholder. And so, let the procrastination begin. He started complaining and grumbling all the same things again as he hardly signed the papers. His pressure on the pen; got harder, and harder, with each passing grumble and complain.
"Stupid Jason… had to go and challenge me… damn Riza… had to say yes to him. Stupid Jason… Had to go and steal Riza…" He mumbled more unintelligible things and incoherent complains. His pressure on the pen got harder. His anger was getting the better of him. He knew he couldn't stay mad at Riza. He could never hate her. He knew he would say sorry eventually. Riza was a rock when it came to these things. She knew she was right and she would hold on to that until he admitted that he was wrong.
"Why did she have to say yes? Isn't she happy that she's already going out on a date with me? Damn this."
More questions.
"And that Jason freak… Why the hell does he have to steal Riza from me like that? He knows he doesn't have a chance."
More complains.
"Why do I love you so much, Riza?"
A frustrated heart.
He finally let out all his anger with the next document he was signing. "Damn this paperwork! I'm the war hero of Ishbal for god's sake! Why the hell do I need to do this?!"
Snap! The pen broke.
He stared at the pen as his eye twitched. All this stress and anger cannot be good for the skin.
Ring! Ring! The phone rang.
"Dammit!" He yells in annoyance. He snapped his fingers and sets the phone on fire.
"OH SHIT!" He yelled in fright. "This isn't my phone!" he stands from the chair, and grab the coat that was on the couch nearby. He started hitting the phone for the fire to die down.
Riza came bursting through the door, her pistol at hand. She looked over at the burning phone.
"What the hell did you do?!" She yelled.
"I didn't mean it!" He yelled back.
Riza pointed her gun to the sprinkler that hung right on top of the desk and shot it.
Bang!
Droplets of water started streaming down. It put the fire out, drenching Roy, Riza and everything else on the second floor.
Silence filled the room. The only thing you can hear was the showering of millions of little droplets of water bouncing on the carpet and furniture before totally sinking in. Roy stood there, behind the desk, quiet.
"… Sorry." He mumbled.
"What was that, sir? I can't hear you because of the sprinklers." He couldn't tell if she was being sarcastic or honest. She walked to the center of the room, the water directly hitting her.
He looked up a bit. Her blouse was hugging her skin tightly, making her bra quite visible. Her long hair was drenched. His dress shirt, hugged his body as well, revealing all the ridges of his well developed muscles. He walked around the table and stood half a foot away from her.
"I'm sorry…" He says softly.
Riza let out a smirk. "That apology came earlier than I thought it would."
"You were right… I don't have the right to control you." He mumbles.
"It's ok, colonel. Apology accepted." She smiled softly. She looked over his shoulder. "Looks like those papers are beyond recognizable." She chuckles. "I wonder how much trouble we got into for setting the—"
She got cut off as she felt his soft warm lips crash into hers. He held on tightly to her arms, not letting her go. She was astounded by what Roy was doing. She felt hot all over and a sudden rush of adrenaline. She slowly closed her eyes, and wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back, giving in to the intoxication sensation. He pulled her closer, deepening the kiss. He moved his arms down to waist, pulling her even closer.
They didn't care about the consequences that would soon follow. All the rules they were breaking, all the lines they were crossing… they didn't give a damn about that anymore. All that mattered to them was this one affectionate moment. One that Roy and Riza wished would last for a lifetime.
Riza unwillingly pulled away by a bit. She needed to breathe. Their foreheads were touching, gazing into each other's eyes. There were a lot of unspoken words between them. Even in silence, just one look, and the other already knew what the other was saying. But this time, Roy couldn't hold it in, he just had to verbalize it, he just had to confirm it.
"I love you, Riza." He softly planted a kiss on her perfect lips then pulled away to hear her answer.
"When did I ever not love you, Roy?" she replied and returned the kiss.
"I've been waiting for this day to come in years." He whispers. He leaned in for another kiss. "You have no idea how much I wanted to fry all those guys going out on dates with you. It drove me crazy with envy." He started kissing her neck.
"What do you think it made me feel when I had to answer the phone when all those cheap dates of yours screamed for you? Do you have any idea how much I wanted to launch a bullet through their plastic breasts?" She moans at the feeling of Roy's lips brushing on her neck.
"Then we're even." He says softly in between kisses.
"Not even close…" She giggles.
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It wasn't long before Jason, Paul and the rest of the maids came looking for the two of them. Roy apologized and so did Riza. Though, a certain nineteen-year-old did not take this lightly.
Leila climbed up the stairs and saw that the whole floor was drenched. All the rooms, paintings, carpets, everything was wet. She was shaking in rage. "What. The. Hell. Happened. Here?" she spoke through her teeth. You could see all those veins throbbing on her forehead. She walked a little bit and saw that the doors to her private library was open. She dared to take a look.
Her face fell in horror. All of her books, were dripping wet. All the ink smudged, making the text in them unreadable. She let out a scream. "MY BOOKS!"
Roy and Riza were already upstairs, taking showers. Paul was kind enough to let it slip, seeing that it was an accident and no one got hurt. Jason, on the other hand, wanted Roy to pay for all the damage and cleaning. But then, Riza insisted that if he had to pay, then she would pay for half of it. Since, half of it was her fault. She did, shoot the sprinkler after all. Upon Jason hearing this, Jason immediately took it back. He knew the damage was at least more than a hundred thousand. And that would be an unreasonable price for Riza to pay. Too little for Mustang, but too big for a lady such has herself to pay for.
They both changed into dry and clean clothes, before calling head quarters and explaining what happened to the papers. They didn't mention that Roy set a phone on fire, or that Riza was the one who shot the sprinklers. They simply said someone had trouble with the fireplace, and the sprinklers went off.
Riza crawled on her bed and pulled the duvet to cover her up. Roy sat on the edge of her bed and smiled at her. "Well, this sure was a productive day." He says.
"Yeah, real productive." Riza rolls her eyes and smiles.
Roy leaned in and kissed her forehead. "I was finally able to tell you that I love you. Isn't that something productive?"
Riza sat up. A small frown grew on her lips. She kissed him once on the lips and sighed. "Roy, we can't do this." She whispered. "What about the frat and…"
"Screw the frat." He leaned in and kissed her hungrily.
"No, Roy, stop." She pushes him away.
He looks at her. "Are you rejecting me, Riza?" He whispers.
She carefully studied his face and shook her head. "No, I'm not. But you and I can't be together. You're my superior, sir. You can't risk your position for me. You have a goal you need to reach and so do I." She says sternly.
Roy pulls away farther and nods. She was right. Hell, she was always right. They wound be punished severely if anyone found them out and snitched them to the higher ups. They wouldn't just be stripped of their positions; they would be separated as well or worse, kicked out of the military. That wasn't actually such a bad thing for Riza. She would finally be able to live a normal life. But this isn't an option she would make Roy choose. What was living a happy life if it wasn't with him? She'd rather live in hell but have him close at sight rather than in heaven and never seeing him again.
"Do you love me, Riza?" He asks her.
"Yes, I do Roy. Very much." She gave him a breath taking smile, the exact same smile that drove Roy crazy when he saw her give another man that smile.
Knock. Knock.
Roy jumped out of Riza's bed and into his. The door opened. It was Leila. Now they were done for. This woman will make one hell of a commanding officer in the military. She was almost worse than Riza. Almost.
"Would you mind telling me what happened to the second floor? Roy? Riza?" She switched her gaze from the two of them from time to time.
"It was my fault." Riza spoke up. "I shot the sprinkler." Leila simply nodded.
"No, it was mine. I set your grandmother's phone on fire." Roy butt in.
Leila continued nodding then stopped abruptly. "You burned… my grandmother's phone?" She asks slowly through her teeth.
"Yes, I did." He admit. "I'm really sorry for that. It's just that I—"
"Oh, it's fine." Leila grins.
Roy and Riza's eyes grew wider than saucers.
"What?" Roy said flatly.
"It's fine." Leila repeated. She starts to giggle.
"Are you… are you ok?" Riza asks, bemused.
"Of course I'm fine." Leila continues to giggle. "I mean, all my books in my private library that I had transferred here from my main mansion in central are now all wet and unreadable. All the wooden furniture's wet-which is sure to swell up- and all the carpets are wet. Of course I'm fine." She grins widely.
Roy gulped down the lump in his throat. Shit, was this girl trying to scare them? Because if she is, she was doing one hell of a job. Even Riza seemed horrified behind that poker face.
"Anyway, you guys just rest for now and we'll call you in when it's dinner time." She grinned one last time then closed the door behind her.
"Roy…" Riza whispered.
"Yes, Riza?"
She slowly turned to face him. "I'm scared." She says in a small voice.
He laughs. "Me too. If you're scared, how the hell do you think I feel?"
"Wanting to piss your pants." She chuckles.
"Yeah, that too." He lay back down on the soft bed and gazed at the ceiling. He let out a sigh. "I should really hurry up and become Fuhrer. I really want to abolish that fraternization law." He cusses. "Because of that, I can't have you right now." He says seductively.
"Well then, hurry up." She says. Riza stirs in bed, looking for a comfortable position. She turned her back to face him. "Good night, Roy."
He gets out of bed and over to hers. "You are not sleeping on my bed." She says passively.
"Fine." He pouts. "Can I have a kiss then?" He grins.
"No." Riza mumbled.
"Aww… Come on Riza, just one kiss?" He leans in to her cheek. "Just one little kiss?" He leans in closer until he kissed a part of her lips. He crawls back to his own bed. "You're no fun, Riza." He complains.
He shifts on the bed, facing his back to hers. Once he settled down, he heard the bed squeak. Riza got out of bed and crawls on his. She swiftly kisses his cheek then crawls back on hers without saying a word. She assumed her original position and made herself comfortable again.
Roy twisted a bit to look at her. She's a sneaky little thing, don't you think? But that was one of the traits he loved the most about her.
And that's the end. What did I tell you? TOTAL FLUFF. I hope one certain reader is happy that I now placed in nothing BUT RoyAi and some dry humor, but hell, what do you expect? This is my writing style. OTL Hope you enjoyed it! ;D Please to review.
I'm happy to say that most of the people who have been reading my story are my fellow Filipinos. Salamat sa pagbasa at magreview naman kayo dyan! Kahit Tagalog, ayus lang. ;) I'm a Filipino and proud of it. I love my heritage. 3
Oh! And please take a look at the one shots that I will be posting. :D I promise to update this story as fast as I can, but school's been killing me, and my grades kind of slipped, so please don't be upset if I can't update too fast. If you're all wondering why I sometimes update quickly, it's because I stay up really late to force myself to finish. I love y'all that much. ;) so please, R&R!