Author's Note: Its shaping up to be a once a month update. Just preparing you for what may happen in the future.
Improvising quickly, Hawkeye's eyes darted around the room, as she attempted to distract the miniature tornado, who evidently had nothing better to do than comment on what everyone else happened to be wearing. Hawkeye hoped sincerely that this was not the only thing girls in this world were capable of doing.
However, it seemed that they also spoke about the people wearing the clothes. Reminding herself that it was all in the name of getting home, the brave Lieutenant tried to pay attention to the blonde ball of energy. Nothing had been this difficult since she had been assigned to work with the men of Eastern HQ.
But working there wasn't all that bad, after all, she did spend every day with the Colonel...who was motioning for her to continue on with the mission! Snapping out of her reverie, Hawkeye realized that Lizzy had just asked her a question. "Pardon me? I didn't quite hear you." she murmured politely.
Lizzy blinked. "I asked you if you've seen my fiancee. He's a little on the small size, and dresses very well. I just thought he might be here..." she cast her eyes down, looking so sad it caught even the poker-faced Riza off-guard.
Coughing to cover her shock, Mustang's lieutenant patted Lizzy on the head saying "Don't worry about it, I'm sure he'll show up." she said, trying to smile. Lizzy poked her head up and smiled back at her
"I'm sure your right! Um, I didn't want to ask you before...but you've been so nice to me...is that man over there your fiancee? He seems to be looking at you an awful lot." Lizzy asked innocently.
Glancing over at Mustang, Hawkeye realized that the little girl was right. Shoot! Shouldn't he be monitoring Sebastian and Ciel? "Yes...he is...just excuse me for one moment, will you? I promise I'll be right back." she told Lizzy. Fortunately, the girl nodded and indicated that she wouldn't move a muscle.
Making her way to Mustang through the crowd, Hawkeye wondered for the millionth time how things had turned out this way. Why, of all the people in the world that she could've ended up in another dimension with, did it have to be him?
Well, it could've been worse. Stuck here with Havoc or Fullmetal...the thought alone made her shudder. Again, Hawkeye couldn't figure out why Mustang had a ring with him...no! Back to the mission. By this time, Hawkeye had reached her commanding officer.
"Sir, might I ask you why you aren't paying attention to the matter at hand?" she hissed under her breath. "But of course I am. Sweetie." he added as an elderly couple passed by. When they had moved on, he turned back to his subordinate and muttered "I'm your fiancee, aren't I? That's what I'm doing."
Hawkeye sweat-dropped, and then remembered that no one here did that. So she simply glared at Mustang. "I meant that you need to-"
What Hawkeye said was, at that moment, forever lost to time. You see, due to the inordinate amount of people listening in on their conversation, Mustang kissed Hawkeye. For the sake of the mission. Maybe. That should distract them!...is what he thought. And, in his defence, it did. For perhaps five seconds. Then the chatter about them increased tenfold. Which was not what he was going for.
And things had just gone from bad to worse. Because Hawkeye had flushed a brilliant red so bright it could signal a ship at sea. But that wasn't the bad part. The bad part happened to be that she was not in operating order. She couldn't even form a proper sentence. Which was definitely not what he was going for.
So, Colonel Roy Mustang did the one thing he could think of doing. He put his arm around his lieutenant, and, in the most ridiculous move he had ever make, took her over to the dance floor. Ridiculous, because he couldn't dance to save his life.
He was mostly buying himself time for the inevitable. Good thing for him Hawkeye was only shamming. She had wanted her little bit of fun, and pretended to be blank as a sheet of paper. She picked herself up, and somehow managed to meet the eye of every person in the room. "Please excuse my fiancee," she said smoothly, "This is our first ball together." she continued, faking a blush.
The raging rumours settled down to amused chuckles. Hawkeye was all business as she sternly told her superior to watch over Ciel and his butler. Blushing inwardly, she looked for Lizzy, who was after the girl in the adorable pink dress again. Or, the boy in the adorable pink dress if that suits your tastes better.
Either way, Hawkeye was running out of ideas. Thankfully, Sebastian chose this moment to make his entrance. The man-who-was-not-a-man hopped out and proceeded with his magic act. Even after Ciel had disappeared with the Viscount, Sebastian showed no signs of stopping.
But Sebastian wanted Mustang and Hawkeye to help. He declared that they were his helpers and ordered them to join his little ring. Complying with his demands, the two made their way to him. He announced to the waiting audience that Mustang would light a fire without oil, matches, or flint. And he would light the lovely lady on fire, yet she would emerge unscathed!
Hawkeye had only time to wonder how Sebastian had known about the flames, and to share a worried look with Mustang, before she was led to the centre of the ring. They had vowed only to use the trick in emergencies, but perhaps this was the same thing...?
Either way, she wasn't getting out of it. She closed her eyes, the image of Mustang pulling on his gloves burned, literally and figuratively, into her mind. She heard the snap of his fingers, and felt the flames dance around her. Careful not to move, she opened her eyes. And suddenly the flames were gone, and she was being told to bow.
The only reason the trick worked, she knew well, was reliant on the fact that she didn't move. As their was no oxygen in the area she was standing, Mustang only had to manipulate the flames in such a way as that they moved just around her. An impressive trick, if one can do it right.
But now was no time to congratulate herself. Sebastian was sniffing the air as a dog might. He quietly said "Take care of things here. I'll go fetch my Master and we'll be off." and then he took off.
Author's Note: Sorry it took so long. I feel good about this chapter thought, feels nice to me. But does anyone else who's read the latest chapter of Black Butler feel that the Viscount just keeps getting creepier? Or is that just me? And the Undertaker showed his eyes!