Hello there. :D Sorry for the super late update. But school's been really hectic. I'm so sleep deprived… and I still am. I've had much more ideas for this fic. I promise you lots of funny and sarcastic moments for this chapter and the next ones to come. ^^

This is the seventh chapter, YAY! 8D I hope you enjoy it. I placed a lot of thought into this chapter and played it over and over again in my head. ^^; Anyway, I'll let you read now. :D R&R!

-Micha's PoV-

You'd think that if a student didn't go to school for two weeks, they would have their brains turn to mush. That they'll forget most of their lessons, probably where they sit in class, schedule and maybe even how to write properly. Most of this is possible and true to some. But if you were a student that worked part time for the military, honey, you got it all wrong.

I haven't had school in two weeks because the whole high school building was set on fire. I heard rumors from my friends that they were going to settle us in one of our sister schools but I could care less. As long as I get to go back to school, I'm fine with it. But for the mean time, Colonel Mustang's outer office is where I go to almost every day. Of course, this would change once school starts again.

I won't be coming into head quarters at eight in the morning with my Aunt, neither will I have lunch with my subordinates, or have to re-type, proof read, sort, stack or bring paper work around. No. When school starts, I'll be coming every Mondays, Tuesdays, and Thursdays. And I'll be starting work at three thirty and ending at eight. Either that or I can rearrange my schedule.

I could care less about the cash I get. Auntie Riza now has full guardianship over me thus, giving us access to all my money. Yes, you heard me right. My money. My dad was kind enough to write in his will that everything would have to go to me. But I don't bother touch it. It's just there, in the bank, waiting.

For the past two weeks, I noticed that the colonel and lieutenant have been acting quite strange. I'm not sure if the others have, I hope not. Leila told me all about it. Damn, that girl keeps walking in at all the wrong times. Auntie Riza hasn't told me anything yet, but I'm sure she knows that I know what's going on-If you know what I mean.

"Hey, Micha." 1st Lieutenant Havoc calls my attention; he covers the receiver of the phone that he's holding.

"Yes, sir?" Yes, I now call everyone 'sir' or 'ma'am' just because they told me to and as they said, 'it shows respect for those who are higher'. Screw that way of thinking. We are all human, made out of the same components. There is no such thing as you being higher than I.

"Can you tell Fritzer to go to the employment office and pick up some papers? Whatever he needs to get from the office, needs to be brought to the colonel, right now." He says.

"Yes, sir." I say and pick up the phone on my desk and dial in an extension. Daniel was almost always gone from the office. He's like the feet or messenger of the office. If we needed to get something, he would always be the one to get it. Well, at least he doesn't have to get enclosed in four white walls all the time.

-Riza's PoV-

It's been two weeks since Roy and I got better and confessed our feelings for each other. I really thought that it would be different and awkward but it's not. He placed an even more comfortable atmosphere here in the office for me.

The one thing I love and hate the most is the physical contact between the two of us now. He would lock the door just to hug or kiss me. This was his new form of procrastination and I didn't like it one bit. But I also loved it because every time he would come to hug me, I could breathe in his scent and feel warm. Whenever he would kiss me, I feel like nothing else in the world matters. But the truth is, it still does matter. What if someone caught us? Saw us? We would be stripped of our positions, be court marshaled and the one thing I fear the most, be separated from each other.

The colonel and I sit here, in the main office, while the others stay in the outer office. They process the papers, sort and stack before it reaches him. Since none was coming yet, I take out a small romance novel and place it on my desk. Micha and I just recently visited a book store for reading material. She bought two fiction novels while I bought a poetry book and this novel I now have sitting on my neat desk.

"I see you have new reading material, Hawkeye." The colonel smirks. "How many books have you already read?" He asks as he signed some papers.

"Yes, sir." I open the book and start reading the prologue. "I haven't counted all the books I have at home yet, sir. But I'll tell you as soon as I can." I say quietly. I honestly don't know how many books I've read. Reading was one of my past times and it was very relaxing.

He got up from his chair and locked the door. I felt my whole body tense up but I tried to ignore it. He walked over behind my chair and wrapped his arms around me. He planted a soft kiss at the top of my head and took a whiff of my hair. "Why do you always smell so damn good, Riza?" He whispers.

"Because I do, sir." I say calmly as I flip the page and start reading the first chapter. Ignoring him worked on a fifty-fifty scale. But he was always just so persuasive. He began kissing down to my temple and he softly kissed the top of my ear. I flush and jerk away from him a bit. "Not in the office." I say sternly.

"The door is locked." He says as he kissed the top of my ear again. I jerk away from his lips and shot him a warning look. "I mean it."

"Fine." He says. "One kiss." He smiles.

I let out a sigh and stand up. "Why the hell do I always give in to your requests?" I let out a small sigh and wrap my arms around his neck. He tightly holds on to my waist, pulling me closer to him.

"You like it anyway." He smirked then leaned in for a kiss. I close my eyes and return the kiss. I felt the whole world melting away until it was just me and him.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

I pull away as fast as I could when I heard three swift and loud knocks on the door. I felt my heart pounding out of my chest. I felt like a little child, in trouble for eating a cookie before dinner.

Roy smirked and kissed me quickly on the lips before he walked over to the door and opened it.

"Good morning, sir." She looks up at Mustang. "And to you, ma'am." She smiled at me. She was hugging a brown envelope to her chest and handed it to the colonel. "Here's a request of transfer, sir. Whoever it is, requested that you would be the first one to look at it… Sir."

I chuckled quietly behind my desk. She still wasn't used to calling everyone sir or ma'am. But she was trying.

"Oh, and there's, like, a two foot stack or papers for you guys out there." She laughed. "Just saying." She grins. "Should I bring them all in?"

Roy looked over her and saw those papers. "Those looked like they haven't been sorted out yet." He said.

Micha's grin dropped and looked out the window past Mustang. "It's a perfectly good Saturday!" she whined. "I could be at home bumming around right now."

"Well, if you were here last Thursday, you wouldn't have to be here." He says in a teasing tone. Micha frowned.

"Right." she turned heel and looked at the papers. "I shall slay thee, you damn papers!" she says with a fake old English accent. She tried to imitate those cheesy olden timed heroes in the plays we watched. Roy shut the door and locked it again.

"Shall we continue what we started?" He says smugly.

"No." I say sternly as I begin to read my book again.

He began to whine. "Why do you always have to ruin my fun?" He sounded so much like a four-year-old child.

"Because I can, sir." I say softly before letting out a light chuckle. He swiftly kisses my cheek and strides over to his desk, opening the brown envelope. He started reading it.

"Why in the hell does he want to be under my command?!" He exclaimed.

"What is it, sir?" I walked over to his desk.

"It's nothing, Hawkeye." He kept reading the papers and cussed under his breath once in a while as he mumbled little complains and incoherent things.

Daniel came in and gave us some more things to do; endless paper work for the colonel and I. Hayate came in and rested at my feet under my table. I tossed him a treat and started sorting out the papers.

"Damn papers. I bet you they killed a rainforest for all the papers they ever sent to me." He says annoyed.

"Just do them, sir." I sigh.

"I have a proposition for." He says smugly.

"What is it, sir?" I look into his direction.

"If I finish all these papers by seven, you have to go out on a date with me."

I slam the pen flat on my desk. "Sir." I give him a warning look.

"Great!" He grinned. "I'll have these done by then." He eagerly jotted down his signature on the dotted lines.

I glare at him. "Six."

"Seven!" He argues.

"Six thirty."

"Six… Forty five?" A charming, lopsided grin was plastered on his face. It's so hard to resist!

I roll my eyes. "Six thirty. And it's not going to be tonight. I already promised Micha that we would watch a play tonight. Besides…" I drift my eyes back to the papers on my desk. "We just went out last week." He opened his mouth to say something but I instantly cut him off. "I will hear nothing of it. If I do, I will cancel it out." I say sternly.

He grumbled and went back to signing his papers.

* * *

I stole a glance from the clock; the black arms were signaling that it was already three fifteen against the white clean face. Micha came bursting in.

"Please tell me you're done with the papers from this morning." Her voice sounded urgent and worried. She looked straight at Mustang with pleading eyes.

"Yes, I am, why?" He looked up at his cadet.

"THANK GOD!" she rushes to his desk and picks up the pile of papers. "I forgot it was due at four." She grins lopsidedly. "I'll take this to mailroom now… Sir." She starts to walk out of the room.

"Will you please bring me back some coffee, cadet?" I say to her. She looks over her shoulder and straight at me.

"Yes, ma'am. Right away." She says.

"Me too." Roy adds. "And don't you dare put anything funny in it, Micha." He smirks. He knew all too well that he should use her name when addressing to her little pranks. As a cadet, she would never. But as the mischievous, playful and troublesome girl she is, she would as sure as hell do so.

Micha smirked. "I can't promise anything… something funny might just accidentally fall into It." she laughed before she closed the door with her feet.

Roy and I looked at each other for a while.

"Remind me to never ask her to bring me coffee after today, ok?" He said before he got back to his work. He was really serious about finishing it by six thirty.

-

Micha came back, but only had one white paper cup that contained the said hot liquid earlier. She walked over to my desk and placed it down with a few tissues.

"Where's my coffee, cadet?" Roy asked as soon as he smelled the hot liquid.

A mischievous smile crept up the cadet's face. "What do you think of dogs, sir?" She asked him.

"How did that get into the conversation?" Roy raised his brow at her.

"Just tell me, sir." She smiled. "And perhaps you could answer a few more questions to quench my curiosity, and then of course, I shall retrieve your coffee."

Roy looked at her cautiously. "Dogs are man's greatest servants! They do what their masters tell them to do without hesitation; they obey every single command with no salary, and are loyal to the very end!" He grinned. He also sounded a lot like Armstrong. It sent a chill down my spine when I got a picture of the man shirtless while flexing his all too big muscles.

"What about cats, sir?" A smug smile crept up her face.

"Cats are fierce, feisty, quite annoying, soft, fluffy, and they have a tendency to manipulate you. And they scare the shit out of people with their refectories eyes." He says calmly.

Micha nodded. "Anything more, sir?"

"They like to slither and slink around your legs while they purr. I like it when they do that. Though I'm still a dog person." Roy propped his feet up on his desk and leaned back against his chair comfortably. Answering Micha's questions meant that he could procrastinate, so he was very much relaxing himself right now. Though I couldn't help but wonder why my niece is asking the colonel random questions at a time like this where they both had work to be done.

Micha snickered and covered her mouth, stifling a laugh. "Dear lord. " She let out a small giggle.

"What's so funny?" I ask her.

"Nothing." She grinned from ear to ear. But the glint in her eyes was screaming that she was up to something. Roy grew suspicious as well.

"Anyway, how about rats, sir?" she went on asking.

"They are filthy, dirty creatures, but they are commendably cunning and are great survivors." He says.

"Right. Umm…" It took her quite a while to think of what to ask next. "Oh, yes! The beach; how would you describe the beach, sir?" She laughed lightly.

"The sunset is truly something to look forward to when you're with the one you hold dear next to you." He looks straight at me and then back to Micha. He sat up straight, with both elbows on his oak desk with his chin resting on his intertwined fingers. "And it's very enjoyable, lots of things to see, things to do."

"I see." Micha nodded her head then let out a giggle. "What do you think of coffee, sir?"

I raised my brow at her. I feel like I've been doing this to her a lot more often than I should. But can you blame me? She's been acting downright inane and zany! Well, this is Micha after all.

"Is this why you didn't get my coffee, cadet?" He asks.

"Sir?" she tilts her head to the side, discombobulated.

"Because you didn't know how I liked my coffee." He was in an incredibly good mood. He wasn't losing his temper like he usually does with other's questions or maybe he just has something up his sleeve. Who knows, this is the Colonel Mustang after all. "Anyways, for your further reference, I like my coffee strong, hot and steamy."

Micha held her abdomen, with her left arm and covered her mouth with her right. She was trying so hard to stop herself from laughing, but epically failed. "THAT WAS THE BEST ONE YET!" she exclaimed before submitting into a loud laugh that swallowed the whole office.

"I hear laughter." Havoc came in to the office with a slight smile on his face. "What's so funny?" He looked down at my niece. "What the hell happened to you?" he looked over at me then at Roy then back to me with a bemused look on his face.

I shrugged. "Beats me." I mouthed.

"What's so funny, cadet?" Roy asked. He was getting quite irritated now.

"The… coffee…" She struggled to say.

"What's going on in here?" Feury came in, with Falman and Breda at tow. "Why is she laughing so hard? And why are you all looking at her as if she lost it?" He asked innocently.

Havoc nudged the cadet. "Hey, what happened to you?"

"The colonel likes his coffee strong, hot and steamy." She looked at him, still laughing.

"Oh, crap." Havoc himself started laughing. "You gave him the personality test?"

"Oh my." Feury joined in. Breda and Falman followed after they understood what was going on.

Now it got irritating. Having four grown men and a teenager laugh until their guts would spill was quite annoying when you don't know what they're laughing about.

"Looks like I have to make a call to the mental ward, sir. Should I call them up now?" I say sarcastically.

Daniel came in the outer office and walked in to the inner office where everyone was. "What's so funny?" He asks.

"Daniel…" Micha was still laughing. "The colonel likes his coffee strong, hot, and steamy." The four men laughed even harder, as if it was funnier the second time.

Daniel paused for a minute, and then let out a snicker. "You really are going to end up court marshaled, Micha." He let out a light laugh.

"What the hell is going on, and what is just so damn funny?" Roy raised his voice.

Micha finally stopped, and the laughing died down. She fixed her collar, and then looked straight at the colonel. "I have just given you a personality test, colonel. It's nothing that bad." She grins.

"Whenever it is coming from you, Micha, I know it's something bad… Or rather cause mischief and trouble." He stated.

"Whatever. Anyway, do you want to know what the questions meant? Or do you want us to drop it and pretend it never happened?"

"Tell me." The colonel crossed his arms against his chest like an angry father, waiting for an explanation from his naughty daughter.

"Ok, so first thing is first. Dogs: however you describe them, is how you describe yourself. So you describe yourself as mans greatest servant, you do what the higher ups tell you to do without hesitation; you obey every single command with no salary, and is loyal to the very end. Though I doubt you're that loyal to the Fuhrer, since you want to have his position." She smiles.

"There is nothing wrong with having a goal and wanting to push through with it." He says.

"Of course not, anyway, cats: However you describe them is how you describe the one you love." She smiled smugly at him. So… what you think of your lover is: fierce, feisty, quite annoying, soft, fluffy, and she has a tendency to manipulate you and they scare the shit out of people with her eyes." She giggled.

Roy visibly turned pale and so did I. So that was what he thought of me? Well, he got the scaring the shit out of people… I have a tendency to manipulate him? And I am not that fierce or feisty… Am I?

"And…" Micha pretended to cough to hide her mischievous laugh. "You like it when she slinks around your legs and purr…"

The four men let out snickers and held back their laughter. "I don't think I want to know…" Feury says.

"You go, chief. What type of man wouldn't want that?" Havoc cheered.

I felt a vein throbbing in my forehead. One more word from them, and I swear, they will be dodging my 99.98 percent accuracy aim.

"Rats are how you describe your enemies, so that's very much understandable." Micha says. "And now, the beach is how you describe your life. So you're very much enjoying it because you have the one you hold dear to you quite close, or you spend time with her a lot and whenever you are with her, she takes your breath away." Micha looked over at my direction then back at the colonel who now had an unreadable mask on. He looked at me from the corner of his eyes and I could swear I saw his lips curve up a bit.

"Sounds about right. I just stole Havoc's girlfriend again." Roy smirks. That remark made me feel a tinge of jealously and anger. I glared at him for a while then turned to look at Havoc.

"YOU WERE THE ONE SHE DUMPED ME FOR?! YOU SON OF A—" Havoc shouted.

"Watch your language, lieutenant." Falman held him back.

"There's no need to get angry at the colonel." Feury adds.

"THAT'S THE FIFTH GIRL YOU STOLE FROM ME! GET YOUR OWN GIRLFRIENDS!" steam was coming out of his nostrils like an angry bull. Why the hell does Roy always have to push his buttons? He's a nice guy, and he deserves some justice from the colonel.

"Sir, do you have to push his buttons?" I sigh at him.

"Relax, Hawkeye, I'm just poking some fun at him." He leans back to his chair. "Now," He straightened up. "Tell me what the hell coffee is and what makes it so damn funny." His amused demeanor left him completely.

"Alright," Micha laughs. She couldn't contain herself again.

"Fritzer, I order you to tell me what it is." His tone was serious and full of authority.

He snickered once then told him. "How you describe it is—"

"They mean sex, colonel." Feury says.

Roy turned pale and stiffened. Even I had the same reaction. My niece has such a dirty mind. Then it occurred to me how the colonel liked his coffee…

"So he likes it strong, hot and steamy." Micha says nonchalantly.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Roy asked still in shock.

"It's a personality test we had to answer in school, sir. So don't feel bad." She giggled.

"I like my coffee sweet and creamy." Feury chuckles.

"I like it dark." Falman added.

"I like dipping bread or pastries in it." Breda snickered.

"I like mine mild with a pounding aftertaste." Havoc says smugly.

"I like it strong enough to keep me awake, but I also like mild enough to have a relaxing effect and I said it was addicting." Daniel scratched the back of his head.

"Shit." Was all the colonel could say. "And how do you like yours, Hawkeye?" The colonel asked smugly.

"I'm not saying." I say sternly.

"Auntie Riza likes hers creamy with a strong aftertaste. And for me… well… Auntie Riza doesn't let me have coffee because it makes me too hyper and it keeps me up too long. But whenever we have work or if I have to cram some homework, she lets me have a mug." Micha giggles.

"Naughty. The lieutenant doesn't let you have coffee for a reason." Falman says then snickered.

"Of course." Micha laughed lightly.

* * *

After the little… personality test incident, everyone settled down and the colonel decided to take a nap. He had his arms folded on his desk with his head resting on it. He was lightly snoring, indicating that he was in a deep sleep. I silently browse through my mail until the phone started to ring. I picked it up quickly so it doesn't wake the colonel. He stirred a bit, but went back to snoring afterwards.

"Hello, Colonel Mustang's office, Lieutenant Hawkeye speaking." I say.

"Ah, Hello, is Mrs. Elizabeth Hawkeye there?"

"This is she. And I'm just a miss." I tell the man. "Who is this?"

"This is Principal Willards. I'm calling to notify you about some things, Mrs. Hawkeye." He totally ignored the fact that I said I wasn't married. But I decided to shrug it off for now. "I presume you know that the whole high school building has burned down, and that your daughter hasn't had school for two weeks, yes?" He asks.

"Yes, I do. I would like to ask when is Micha going to get back to school." I say, still ignoring the fact that he thinks I'm Micha's mother. The records were probably burned along with the building and everything else. Their adviser must have kept a copy of the entire student's home numbers.

"For the time being, Mrs. Hawkeye,"

"Miss Hawkeye" I corrected.

"Ah, yes, Ms. Hawkeye, I guess you don't like being called Mrs." He chuckled.

I rolled my eyes and wanted to scream at him and tell him that I wasn't married… yet. "Just call me Miss, principle Willards." I say as politely as I could.

"Alright then, we will transfer your child to our sister school for the time being. Don't worry, she is in good hands, and the rest of her batch mates will be with her as well as the teachers. They will be in Sterling Academy for the time being so they won't be too behind on their studies."

"Isn't that… a coed school?" I ask him unsure. It was one of the schools that Micha took the entrance exams to, but she said she didn't want to go to a coed school, so she went to Rosehill School for girls. And it was much more convenient because it was just a walking distance from our townhouse.

"Yes, it is."

"And that's across town, yes?" I ask.

"Yes, I hope that isn't of an inconvenience for you." He says.

I grit my teeth and take a deep breath. Of course it was an inconvenience. It was across town for god's sake! And I am not allowing her to walk or commute that far. It's too dangerous even if she can defend herself; I am not permitting her to.

"Of course not." I lied.

"Ah, good!" the principle says happily. "Everything else will be in the letter that will be expected to reach you today. Oh, and there is a talk about this on Monday, the same day that her classes will start in Sterling Academy. Make sure you bring your husband, both parent's attendance is mandatory. I will be looking forward to seeing you and your spouse, Mrs. Hawkeye!"

"But I'm not—"

He hung up.

"Married." I finished my sentence then placed the phone back on to the receiver. I let out a heavy sigh then open another envelope. I scanned it, and saw her section list. She was still with some girls that she went out with last week, she was still classmates with Jadine Manson. That kind of made my chest lighter. She was a nice girl, very capable.

Though what I didn't like was that she had some classes that would be with mixed with the other students from Sterling. There was a reason why Micha and I wanted her to go to an exclusive school.

The only problem now is the ride. I let out a sigh and took out another paper from the envelope.

"There will be an orientation for parents and students this Monday. Please to attend. BOTH PARENT'S ATTENDANCE IS MANDATORY."

I let out a heavy sigh.

CRASH!

A noise came from the outer office.

"I swear I didn't do it!" Micha says loudly.

-Roy's PoV-

I hear the door open then close again. I hear Riza's voice. "What happened?" Her voice was slightly muffled because of the door.

I sit up straight and stretch. "I better go see what happened." I whisper to myself. But before I do, I look over at Riza's desk. It was unsually messy and there was a series of papers and letters scattered everywhere.

I pick up one in particular that caught my eye.

"There will be an orientation for parents and students this Monday. Please to attend. BOTH PARENT'S ATTENDANCE IS MANDATORY."

I smirk. "Both parents, huh?"

And there's the end! And I again, I would like to apologize that it took forever for this chapter to get out. I'll try to update faster next time. Check out my RoyAi one shot, "Hangover" I'm sure you're going to love it. ^^ Anyway, please leave a review, it makes my heart sing. 8D

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