Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ Business as Usual ❯ I'm Going to Kill Him ( Chapter 3 )
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By: Amaya Embrill 
As punishment for being late, Hawkeye must accompany the Colonel to investigate a man who is delving into the creation of the philosopher's stone.
Anime/Manga: Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Action | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 05.14.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 495 | Status: Work In Progress
As punishment for being late, Hawkeye must accompany the Colonel to investigate a man who is delving into the creation of the philosopher's stone.
Anime/Manga: Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Action | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 05.14.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 495 | Status: Work In Progress
Hey there! And here I am with another chapter. I really hope you are enjoying the story so far, cause I really love writing it. This chapter is interesting, cause it involves a lot of important stuff that comes back into play later but I can't tell you what cause it will spoil things. Just remember I warned you when it comes back. Any who please enjoy and review.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own FMA, just Major Blackman.
“Good evening, sir, ma’am. Do you have a reservation with us this evening?”
“Yes under Mustang.”
“Ah, the rest of your party is already seated, if you would come this way…” Roy followed the host into the rear of the restaurant to a table where Jericho was already seated. The host pulled out a seat for Riza and Roy pulled out his own. After the host handed them menu’s and left, Roy looked up and smiled.
“It’s nice to finally meet you, Mr. Talsi. May I introduce my wife, Riza.” The man looked up from his wine glass and smiled softly at Riza. He was a short stocky man with sunken gray eyes and three day old stubble growing on his chin. Riza smiled at him and whispered a hello. The man looked as if he hadn’t slept well in days and she wasn’t sure that it was due to the amount of research he was doing or if he was trying to avoid something in his dreams, but unless she missed her guess she would have said it was the latter.
The waiter came and took all of their orders and left again. They sat making only small talk about the whether, the government and the likes as they waited for their food. It was only after the table was cleared of the empty plates that the discussion turned to business.
“I would like to know more of you research, Mr. Talsi. Perhaps you could explain what exactly a Philosopher’s stone does if you want me to grant you such a large sum of money.” Jericho took a sip of his wine and leaned forward placing his hands on the table.
“It’s an amplifier, Col. Mustang. It makes it possible to create something using less than would ordinarily be necessary. It makes miracles. It is even said that it can bring life where there is none.”
“And that is what you hope to achieve?”
“It is. I hope to create the Philosopher’s stone so that it would be possible to bring back those lost to disease, murder. Those who were never meant to die.” Riza listened to all of this without registering that she understood any of the exchange. So he wanted to bring someone back to life? How close had he come?
“That sounds like a fairytale crafted to lure in the unsuspecting. How can you prove to me that it isn’t just a story?” Reaching down into the bag at his side, Jericho removed an envelope. He handed it across the table to Roy and stood.
“In that you will find all the proof you need. If you still wish to invest you know how to contact me. Until then I have other business to attend to. I hope that you and your lovely wife have a pleasant evening.” Turning, he left the restaurant. Roy turned the envelope over and opened it, pulling a small stack of papers out. He flipped through it and read carefully. Riza peaked over his shoulder and read some of it, but she didn’t understand it.
“What is it, s….Roy?” He looked up from the files and smiled at her as he found her face close to his own.
“Alchemy notes, but from the looks of it, he hasn’t had much time to dedicate to it or he isn‘t that good of an alchemist. Fullmetal wrote better notes than this before he joined the military. He certainly has all the information listed here. I would say that he only recently decided to look into the matter of the stone and doesn’t know all that much about it. I don’t think we have much to worry about from Mr. Talsi.” Roy pulled out his wallet and placed some money on the table that looked to be enough to cover the meal twice over and rose from the table.
“Come on we don’t want to keep the kid waiting.”
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“And I was starting to think that you were too busy with some date to show up, Colonel.” Ed looked up and grinned evilly at Roy as he sat down next to Riza across the table from the young alchemist. “Did you talk to the guy?”
“Yeah, but he doesn’t have anything useful for you, Ed. He’s got about as much research in this as you got from Tucker’s books. I wouldn’t bother with him if I were you.” Ed gave the Colonel a questioning look.
“Are you sure? You said on the phone hat he sounded as if he might have more information.”
“He must have been exaggerating, thinking he was talking to someone who didn’t have any alchemy experience.” Roy tossed Jericho’s notes on the table, and rose to his feet. “You can look through his notes if you want. I don’t think you’ll find anything useful. I need to be going though. I have to be taking my date home.” Ed had picked up the file and was sifting through the paper.
“Right, night, Mustang.” Roy pulled out Riza’s chair so that she could stand.
“Good night Edward.” She said as she turned to leave.
“Good night, miss. Enjoy your evening with the Colonel.”
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Roy walked Riza up to her door and smiled as she turned to face him. He was studying her face closely as he stood on her door step. Her face was shadowed slightly, her lips turned up in a faint smile.
“Thank you for coming with me, Riza. Maybe next time it will be just the two of us and not business.” The smile faded from Riza’s lips.
“That won’t happen, Roy.” She had grown somewhat accustomed to using his first name. “It isn’t worth you risking your career over. I won’t let you do that. Now if you will excuse me.” She reached for the door handle and turned it. It was locked. Riza blinked, and turned the knob again, but the door was firmly locked in place. “Damn.”
“What’s the matter?” Roy was still where he was, watching her as she tried to enter her house.
“Nathaniel isn’t home.” Roy gave her a curious look.
“He’s staying with you?”
“Just until he gets a room assigned in the barracks, but I only have one key to the apartment. I gave it to him, because he was supposed to be home before me. Now I can’t get in.” Roy chuckled softly as Hawkeye pounded on the door, yelling her brother’s name. All they could hear Hayate inside the apartment, barking excitedly at his mommy’s voice. Riza looked at her watch. It was 2345, at this rate she was likely to end up sleeping on the porch.
“Come on, Riza. Get back in the car.” Roy said, grabbing her elbow gently. She turned and looked at him.
“Sir?”
“Get in the car. You can stay at my place.”
“No, sir, I’ll be fine. I’m sure Nathaniel will be home soon. Don’t worry about me.”
“Get in the car, Hawkeye.” She looked at him and contemplated saying no again, but then remembered her brother. He was liable not to come home at all much less any time soon. Not to mention that if she said no again the Colonel was liable to order her to, knowing she would obey. Heaving a sigh, she turned around and followed him back to his car and got in, more that a little disgruntled. There was only one thought she had in her mind. The next time she saw Nathaniel she was going to kill him.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own FMA, just Major Blackman.
CHAPTER 3
Roy pulled his car up in front of the Café de Lion, letting Riza out of the car before they walked up to the entry with her hand on his arm. The entered and were greeted by the host.“Good evening, sir, ma’am. Do you have a reservation with us this evening?”
“Yes under Mustang.”
“Ah, the rest of your party is already seated, if you would come this way…” Roy followed the host into the rear of the restaurant to a table where Jericho was already seated. The host pulled out a seat for Riza and Roy pulled out his own. After the host handed them menu’s and left, Roy looked up and smiled.
“It’s nice to finally meet you, Mr. Talsi. May I introduce my wife, Riza.” The man looked up from his wine glass and smiled softly at Riza. He was a short stocky man with sunken gray eyes and three day old stubble growing on his chin. Riza smiled at him and whispered a hello. The man looked as if he hadn’t slept well in days and she wasn’t sure that it was due to the amount of research he was doing or if he was trying to avoid something in his dreams, but unless she missed her guess she would have said it was the latter.
The waiter came and took all of their orders and left again. They sat making only small talk about the whether, the government and the likes as they waited for their food. It was only after the table was cleared of the empty plates that the discussion turned to business.
“I would like to know more of you research, Mr. Talsi. Perhaps you could explain what exactly a Philosopher’s stone does if you want me to grant you such a large sum of money.” Jericho took a sip of his wine and leaned forward placing his hands on the table.
“It’s an amplifier, Col. Mustang. It makes it possible to create something using less than would ordinarily be necessary. It makes miracles. It is even said that it can bring life where there is none.”
“And that is what you hope to achieve?”
“It is. I hope to create the Philosopher’s stone so that it would be possible to bring back those lost to disease, murder. Those who were never meant to die.” Riza listened to all of this without registering that she understood any of the exchange. So he wanted to bring someone back to life? How close had he come?
“That sounds like a fairytale crafted to lure in the unsuspecting. How can you prove to me that it isn’t just a story?” Reaching down into the bag at his side, Jericho removed an envelope. He handed it across the table to Roy and stood.
“In that you will find all the proof you need. If you still wish to invest you know how to contact me. Until then I have other business to attend to. I hope that you and your lovely wife have a pleasant evening.” Turning, he left the restaurant. Roy turned the envelope over and opened it, pulling a small stack of papers out. He flipped through it and read carefully. Riza peaked over his shoulder and read some of it, but she didn’t understand it.
“What is it, s….Roy?” He looked up from the files and smiled at her as he found her face close to his own.
“Alchemy notes, but from the looks of it, he hasn’t had much time to dedicate to it or he isn‘t that good of an alchemist. Fullmetal wrote better notes than this before he joined the military. He certainly has all the information listed here. I would say that he only recently decided to look into the matter of the stone and doesn’t know all that much about it. I don’t think we have much to worry about from Mr. Talsi.” Roy pulled out his wallet and placed some money on the table that looked to be enough to cover the meal twice over and rose from the table.
“Come on we don’t want to keep the kid waiting.”
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“And I was starting to think that you were too busy with some date to show up, Colonel.” Ed looked up and grinned evilly at Roy as he sat down next to Riza across the table from the young alchemist. “Did you talk to the guy?”
“Yeah, but he doesn’t have anything useful for you, Ed. He’s got about as much research in this as you got from Tucker’s books. I wouldn’t bother with him if I were you.” Ed gave the Colonel a questioning look.
“Are you sure? You said on the phone hat he sounded as if he might have more information.”
“He must have been exaggerating, thinking he was talking to someone who didn’t have any alchemy experience.” Roy tossed Jericho’s notes on the table, and rose to his feet. “You can look through his notes if you want. I don’t think you’ll find anything useful. I need to be going though. I have to be taking my date home.” Ed had picked up the file and was sifting through the paper.
“Right, night, Mustang.” Roy pulled out Riza’s chair so that she could stand.
“Good night Edward.” She said as she turned to leave.
“Good night, miss. Enjoy your evening with the Colonel.”
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Roy walked Riza up to her door and smiled as she turned to face him. He was studying her face closely as he stood on her door step. Her face was shadowed slightly, her lips turned up in a faint smile.
“Thank you for coming with me, Riza. Maybe next time it will be just the two of us and not business.” The smile faded from Riza’s lips.
“That won’t happen, Roy.” She had grown somewhat accustomed to using his first name. “It isn’t worth you risking your career over. I won’t let you do that. Now if you will excuse me.” She reached for the door handle and turned it. It was locked. Riza blinked, and turned the knob again, but the door was firmly locked in place. “Damn.”
“What’s the matter?” Roy was still where he was, watching her as she tried to enter her house.
“Nathaniel isn’t home.” Roy gave her a curious look.
“He’s staying with you?”
“Just until he gets a room assigned in the barracks, but I only have one key to the apartment. I gave it to him, because he was supposed to be home before me. Now I can’t get in.” Roy chuckled softly as Hawkeye pounded on the door, yelling her brother’s name. All they could hear Hayate inside the apartment, barking excitedly at his mommy’s voice. Riza looked at her watch. It was 2345, at this rate she was likely to end up sleeping on the porch.
“Come on, Riza. Get back in the car.” Roy said, grabbing her elbow gently. She turned and looked at him.
“Sir?”
“Get in the car. You can stay at my place.”
“No, sir, I’ll be fine. I’m sure Nathaniel will be home soon. Don’t worry about me.”
“Get in the car, Hawkeye.” She looked at him and contemplated saying no again, but then remembered her brother. He was liable not to come home at all much less any time soon. Not to mention that if she said no again the Colonel was liable to order her to, knowing she would obey. Heaving a sigh, she turned around and followed him back to his car and got in, more that a little disgruntled. There was only one thought she had in her mind. The next time she saw Nathaniel she was going to kill him.