Anniversaries

"Did you hear? Mustang was buying chocolates and flowers this morning…" Breda whispered to Havoc, when their superior walked by, humming a tuneless music.

"And how do you know?" Havoc replied, looking at his friend with questioning eyes.

"Fuery saw him and told me…" Breda said, with all his attention apparently focused on his paperwork.

Havoc sniffed to hide his laugh at his friend's poor attempt at trying to fake his focus and saw their superior, the first lieutenant Riza Hawkeye, eyeing them suspiciously. He waved at her and saw her scowl pronounce and her expression turned reproachable. He sighed and turned his attention to his work, not before his friend commented again "I wonder whose girlfriend he is trying to steal this time…" and Havoc scowled, remembering his romantic failures.

It was raining when he left his house, the city dark and gloomy under the restless weather. He sighed, hating how the climate could put a damper in his mood. He knew it was irrational, he could now clap his hands and the power would ran through his fingers, however, he missed the way the chalk felt under his fingers, the way the circle and its symbols in all its complexity and simplicity could create such an appalling force. He sighed again, this time shivering, remembering why he didn't need that object anymore to practice his beloved alchemy. And squeezing his umbrella and the other objects he had inside his hand, he swallowed his distaste and marched down the street in quick steps.

It was good she lived near him now, since the weather was turning his darkest face to the poor walking man. He ran to hide under her building's roof and with shivering hands pressed her bell. He jumped when her voice sounded from the communicator and for some seconds he thought about keeping in silence and walk away. However, he squared his shoulders and with a strong voice said:

"Hey, it's Mustang… Roy… Roy Mustang… Can I come in?"

The buzzer of the door sounded and it opened with an echoing sound. He swallowed and breathed deeply, before entering the building.

Her apartment was on the highest floor, five floors of small stairs and dark corridors that made Roy unease. When he found her door he knocked softly and with a quick run heard from behind the door a blonde woman appeared, looking surprised.

"You didn't have to say your name three times, Sir…" she said, observing his fidgeting. "And… if you don't mind the question… but why are you at ten pm in front of my door?"

He licked his lips, trying to find a good excuse inside his mind, however his wits left him alone for the moment and all he could do was stare with a dumb face, until a small ball of black fur appeared and started smelling his hands, trying to lick the objects between his fingers.

"I wanted to thank you for the umbrella…" he said, when the dog started nibbling at it.

The woman furrowed her brows, surprised, and waited for his next words with captive attention. Her dog sneezed when the pollen from the flowers touched his nose and she finally looked from his face to his hands, noticing the bouquet and the box resting beside his leg. He followed her movement and with a slow movement brought it towards her.

"For you…" he said. "For the umbrella and for the note…"

Riza smiled, feeling her cheeks getting pinker at his actions.

"And…" he started. "Happy birthday too…"

"How did you…?" she started asking when his face turned into a smug one.

"I have a great memory, what else to expect from the great Flame Alchemist?" he replied and she huffed.

When Black Hayate patted his mistress' leg she remembered where they were and with a cough to hide her embarrassment invited her commanding officer with a gesture. He smiled and with a gesture of his head showed her that it was not the right time. He turned around, leaving a flabbergasted woman behind, eyeing him like he was insane, until a sad smile appeared in her lips.

"Thank you... Roy..." she whispered softly, calling her dog to her side, while the man's back disappeared behind the stairs.

"Did you hear? Havoc saw Mustang buying chocolates again!" Breda gossiped to Fuery, the only one that had patience to hear the two blondes talking about their superior's secret affair.

Riza rolled her eyes, at hearing such nonsense, hardly suppressing the smile that wanted to invade her face. After all, it was not her fault it was the anniversary of their first meeting…

I tried to make a lighter chapter, even if I'm a fan of angsty one, but with our Roy and Riza happiness is never too much!