Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ Confessions Of A Brigadier General ❯ Whenever, Wherever ( Chapter 3 )

Chapter Three “Whenever, Wherever”

Rated: R

Warning: Heated Moments, Cursing, Violence, and maybe a couple Lemons.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. The people who work and make Fullmetal Alchemist own it. Riza is OOC in this Chapter!

 

 

 

“No Edward.”

“But you have power over him now. You could get me an extension!”

“No, Edward.”

“Come on, Lieutenant.”

“No Edward.”

“Hawkeye…”

 

 

“FOR THE LOVE OF GOD SHE SAID NO EDWARD!” Amaya snapped, looking up from her work. Edward glared at his female co-worker, “This isn't your business, be quiet!” he snapped. “You're making it everyone's business when you won't give up and shut up! Now be quiet so we can do our work!” Amaya snapped back.

 

They began arguing and Riza sighed, ceasing typing on the typewriter. It was a good report she was typing up too. A door slammed open down the hall and everyone began arguing, telling everyone else to shut up, and Riza sneakily reached fro her gun as the General stomped in, looking mad. She pulled the trigger and the bullet blazed through the ceiling tile, causing a loud CRACK to resound through the medium sized room.

 

Everyone sat down and began working again, shutting up quickly. “Fullmetal, your report is due.” Roy snapped. “It's not done…” Edward said, scrawling out words on a piece of paper quickly. “It was due three hours ago. It's almost lunchtime now. Lets get going.” Roy said, his patience thin that day. The snow was piling up outside, it looked like they might get snowed in sooner or later.

 

“So I slacked off, I'm going to need at least a day's extension.” Edward said, going onto page three. “It's a report about the live stock around the farms outside of the city! How long could it take you Elric!?” Roy shouted, his patience gone, out the window. “Sir, please calm down. It's not his fault he's a little lazy. I don't blame him. Besides, you and everyone else in this room are just as lazy.” Riza said, typing her report once more.

 

“Fine, one day's extension Elric.” Roy said, stomping back to his office, muttering about the female population. Edward sighed, and went back to writing neater and more slowly. The lunch bell rang, and everyone sprang up, running out of the room. Riza finished typing her paragraph, and wrote a note, leaving it on her desk for Roy. She grabbed her coat with fur lining she had gotten out of her closet because of the snow, and put it on, and donned her pair of gloves before walking out of the office.

 

Tomorrow was October 6th, her birthday. Everybody knew, but she chose to ignore that. She wasn't a big party person. And it didn't help that tomorrow was Friday and they were all going to the dance hall again. It had become an every Friday thing between the friends. She walked into the small store and went up to the glass counter, looking at all the different tins. She finally selected an assortment for her and Roy and a tin full of chocolate chip for the others. She took the bag from the shopkeeper and handed the money over before walking back out into he swirling snow.

 

She walked back into the office, and shut the door, hanging her gloves and coat up. There was 10 minutes left for lunch, so she put the chocolate chip tin on the table in the middle of the room with a note she had written, and set the bag in the storeroom before taking the assortment tin and sneaking into Roy's office. Just like she figured, he wasn't there. She set the tin down on his desk, and quickly exited as the warning bell sounded.

 

She went out the door, and passed random people that worked in the building, saying a polite hello to some of them as she ducked into the library. She went to the back and began rifling through the shelves, pretending she was trying to find something. Then she remembered that she actually did need a couple books, so she found them, and grabbed them, rushing back out and back to the office.

 

She calmly opened the door and walked in, carrying the books with her. Everyone looked up at her, not knowing what to say or think. She ignored their looks with a look of her own, and went to her desk, setting the books down and opening one flipping through it and reading a little before she began to type again. The room was super quiet with just the tip tapping of the typewriter. It was the kind of silence you just hated, and wanted to break, but didn't want to be the one to break it.

 

Riza curled up on her sofa and sipped her hot cocoa. She propped open the romance novel against her legs and set the cup on the coffee table as she wrapped the wool blanket around her more and began to read. Everyone had finally gotten up the courage to say Thank you earlier and had gotten back to work. She hadn't said a word, just smiled and nodded. She didn't really know why she did such a nice thing for them. She had just…done it.

 

She sighed, as there was a knock on her door. Probably Roy…he had only called, what 5 seconds ago? She unlocked the door and opened, ushering him in. “You're crazy Mustang. You called me 30 minutes ago, and didn't even mention coming over. And you risked getting pneumonia.” Riza said, pushing him down in a chair and going to the stove, pouring him a cup of hot tea. “I couldn't leave you alone…something could happen.” Roy said, shivering a little bit.

 

Riza shook her head and handed him the tea, turning the thermostat up. “I have like 5 guns in this house, and hidden boxes of bullets.” Riza said, setting her book aside and sitting back down on the couch. “I still worry about you…” Roy said, leaning over and kissing her. “You are so conceited little boy…” she said, rolling her eyes and kissing his forehead. He gave her a puppy dog-face. “But Riza…” he whimpered. “Don't give me that line of bullshit Roy Mustang. You just wanna get some…” Riza said, shaking her head and picking up Black Hayate.

 

Roy mocked anger, “Why I never would do such a thing…Riza.” He said, hitting himself. Riza laughed. “Don't go all gay and dramatic on me now, Roy.” She said, putting the dog down and grabbing her blanket, pulling it around her. “You don't even have your fireplace lit woman.” Roy said, slipping his glove on and snapping the fire to life in the fireplace. “I was waiting for you to do it.” Riza said, sipping her cocoa.

 

“Any room for me in that blanket?” he said, pouting. “Maybe. You've been evil today…” Riza said, laughing as she dodged his attack. “Riza come on! I'm cold.” Roy complained, pretending to turn into a Popsicle. “Liar. It's hot in here now that you lit the damn fireplace just to show off.” Riza said, throwing the woolen blanket at him. “You're not playing fair, Riza.” Roy said, taking her arm and pulling her up to him. “Because I know you, you devious Bastard. You won't play fair either.” Riza said, kissing him softly on the lips. “Fight fire with fire darling.” He murmured, pulling her down on the couch. Needless to say, it was a sauna in Riza's living room an hour later.

 

 

Riza blinked, and groaned. She groaned for two reasons, she was sore all over from last night's “exercise” and today was her birthday. She poked the naked lump beside her and it snored on. “I will not sacrifice another pillow to your lazy ass.” She muttered, pushing him off the bed. “Evil Squirrel!” he yelled, standing up. “What is it with you and evil squirrels?” Riza asked, grabbing her long black satin robe and tying it around her. Roy slumped against the bed with a yawn, “No idea…but you have cruel means of waking a poor man up.” He answered her.

 

“You're hard to wake up.” Riza made excuse and went to her bathroom, turning on the shower. “No following me either! We'll be late for work!” she yelled shutting the door. “Mean old lady…” he muttered, getting some clothes on so he could go out to his car and get his uniform. Then he realized it was her birthday…he would have to keep her gift locked in his pocket all day…it would be so tempting to give it to her. But he had to wait till tonight.

 

 

When they walked into Head Quarters an hour later, the whole place was abuzz, and the people Roy passed seemed to salute him with more fervor than before. By the time they reached the office, they were officially freaked, but not showing it.

 

“Sir!” Everyone yelled as he entered the room. Roy gave them all a look. “What the hell is going on here? Why the hell is everyone saluting me everytime I pass? I only need one salute, I'm a Brigadier General, not a damn Fuhrer…not yet at least.” Roy said, lazily hanging his coat up on the rack. Riza went to her desk and started passing out the day's paperwork. “There's no need for that 1st Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye. You're all about to be transferred to a bigger office.” A gravely voice came from the doorway.

 

Riza set the paperwork back on the desk and saluted with everyone else quickly as the governors all walked in, looking extremely important. They all stood at attention, and looked at the governors with the utmost respect. They were nervous; this could only mean one thing. “Stand down everyone. Now…” one of the governors said, moving forward with an official looking piece of paper.

 

“Brigadier General Roy Mustang, it is with the greatest and highest honor, that on this day, the 6th of October, 1921, we present to you the title of Fuhrer. In hopes that you use your power to Amestris' advantage and not yours, we give you this title in anticipation to see a new and improved Military and country soon.” The governor read, before handing the “Fuhrer” his certificate.

 

“Thank you, sir.” Roy said, saluting the man. “No, thank you, sir. Now please, excuse us.” The governor said with a crooked smile as they all left the room. Roy looked numbly down at the paper. It had stopped snowing, and the world was white outside. Everyone was silent, watching him. “Well what are you all waiting for? Start packing, we have a new office to get to.” Roy said casually, a smirk on his face as he walked to his office, waving the certificate in the air.

 

Everyone cheered and jumped into action. Riza smiled, and turned around, giving orders. The day may have been her 26th birthday, but today was the day Roy Mustang achieved everything he had been working for. Today was a day to be happy.

 

 

“It's…so…damn big!” Breda said, setting a box down. Roy went up to the highly polished desk and ran a hand over it. It was his, it was all his! Everyone brought the rest of the boxes in and set them down. “Start unpacking. We'll have work to catch up on, on Monday.” Riza said, taking out books and files and beginning to file them away. Roy sat down in the chair, and noticed it had wheels. He chuckled, propping his feet up on the desk. “I could get use to this…” he said, hands behind his head.

 

Havoc lit up another smoke and began helping place away files and such. Amaya and Eve were helping Riza, and Edward and Alphonse were sorting through the books. By lunch time, they had everything settled in. “God…I'm hungry…” Havoc complained as he followed Breda out the door. “You big baby. All you did was sort through files.” Edward said, poking him in the back.

 

They all clambered into the Cafeteria, and everyone saluted their higher-ups. “Ha! We work with the Fuhrer! That makes us higher-ups!” Fuery said, rubbing his hands together. Amaya snorted, “Yeah, we also get asked questions and get far too much attention. And everyone seems to have forgotten it's Hawkeye's birthday.” She said, crossing her arms as they got in line. “I did not Mitsu! I got her something.” Eve said happily. “Neither did we…we got her…something…” the others answered quickly. “Sure you don't” Eve muttered, rolling her eyes.

 

“Congratulations, sir.” Riza said, smiling as she slipped into Roy's lap. He kissed her lips, “I did it…” he muttered, looking pleased with himself. “I'm proud of you Roy Mustang, I want you to know that.” Riza said, pushing his messy hair back. He hugged her slim form, hidden beneath the puffy Military uniform, and surrounded by her guns. “All thanks to you, and the others…” Roy said, looking at the desk, and around at the large office.

 

“We just helped, you did the rest.” Riza said, slipping off his lap and walking to her new desk. “The first chance you get, once the weather becomes a bit more agreeable, you should go visit someone, sir…” Riza said quietly, looking over at him as she passed out paperwork. “Yes…I know. You're coming with me. He'd be glad to hear I finally got a steady girlfriend.” He said. Riza laughed, “One that can keep your sorry ass in line too.” She joked.

 

 

“This place is thumping…” Eve said, sipping her soda. Riza sat on a nearby couch, surrounded by gifts. “I want to know who went public with my birthday so I can kill them…” she muttered, picking up a bracelet from Amaya and putting it on. Roy came back holding another brandy and laughed, “What if it was me that went public?” he asked her. “I'd have to…I don't know do something to your sorry ass.” Riza said, putting her presents in neat order. She never did like to have her things messy.

 

She stood up and smoothed out her jeans and adjusted her leather boots. She hadn't felt like wearing a dress that night. She felt like being casual. She had on a blue undershirt, and it showed off her great curves. She looked over at her boyfriend, what he didn't know was she had a present for him too. Even though he hadn't given her hers yet. Bastard. “I will be right back. But I expect you to be ready to dance.” Riza said, waving a hand as she walked off towards the D.J.

 

“Can I help you, little lady?” the hick of D.J. asked. Riza rolled her eyes and smiled. “I want to request a song.” She said in her calm voice. “Alrighty then, what can I get for you?” The man asked with a snaggletooth smile. “ `Whenever, Wherever.' By Shakira.” Riza said with a smirk. “Oh! You're the pretty lady that's here with Fuhrer. He's a lucky man to have you. Will do little lady, it'll be on right after this song.” The man said and Riza walked off.

 

Riza walked back up to the group and took a swig of her whiskey and nodded to everyone. “If any of you tell anyone else what I'm about to do, I'll shoot your asses dead.” She said, un-pinning her hair and messing it up a little. “Riza, darling are you okay?” Roy asked, giving her a look. “I'm peachy.” Riza said, taking his hand and dragging him to the dance floor, causing their friends to laugh. “Roy, I want you to follow me, cause you've probably never heard this song, and you probably don't know how to swing your hips.” Riza said quickly as the last song began to fade away.

 

“Yeah, yeah sure whatever you want babe.” Roy said quickly, his hands on her hips. “I haven't done this in a long time, so bear with me, will you?” she whispered, a blush creeping up on her cheeks. “What has gotten you so fidgety Riza? You're never like this.” Roy said. “This song is for the little lady who came in here with the Fuhrer.” The D.J. said Riza shook her head. “I'll kill him when this is over.” She muttered.

 

 

The music started, and Riza took a deep breath, she hadn't been this nervous in a long time. But when Shakira began to sing, she felt the beat flow through her and she began to move. Roy smirked and began to move with her, their movements close to grinding, close to a sort of swing.

 

Lucky you were born that far away so

So we could both make fun of distance

Lucky that I love a foreign land for

The lucky fact of your existence

Baby I would climb the Andes solely

To count the freckles on your body

Never could imagine there were only

Too many ways to love somebody

 

 

“I didn't know you could grind…” Riza whispered in his ear, rubbing her body against his to the beautiful lyrics that flowed out of the sound system. “There are a lot of things you still don't know about me.” Roy said, grasping her hips firmly and grinding against her.

 

Lo ro lo le lo le

Lo ro lo le lo le

Can't you see...I'm at your feet

 

Whenever, wherever

We ment to be together

I'll be there and you'll be near

And that's the deal my dear

They're over, you're under

You'll never have to wonder

We can always play by ear

and that's the deal my dear

 

 

“Well you're not one to talk too much about yourself…” Riza said, lifting her arms slowly and seductively, moving her body with fluid movements. “Maybe we should have a talk when we get home then.” Roy replied quickly, his hands moving down her sides, and resting at her hips once more.

 

Lucky that my lips not only mumble

They spill kisses like a fountain

Lucky that my breasts are small and humble

So you don't confuse them with mountains

Lucky I have strong legs like my mother

To run for cover when I need it

And these two eyes are for no other

The day you leave we'll cry a river

 

“When did it become `our' home?” Riza said, swinging her hips and moving with him sinuously. “I have no idea, but lets not a turn a good thing into an argument.” Roy said, moving his body to the beat with hers. Back over by the couch and tables, their friends watched with great interest. As did the rest of the Military personnel. The dance floor was cleared and it was just them, but they were too caught up in their argument to notice.

 

Lo ro lo le lo le

Lo ro lo le lo le

At your feet...I'm at your feet

 

Whenever, Wherever

We're meant to be together

I'll be there and you'll be near

And that's the deal my dear

They're over, you're under

You'll never have to wonder

We can always play by ear

But that's the deal my dear

 

Roy swung her out, and their hands clasped between them in the air as they danced quickly, still arguing. “I say we argue. I want to know why you won't talk to me.” Riza challenged. “God damn it Riza.” Roy said, bringing her close, molding their bodies and bending their knees, grinding.

 

Lo ro lo le lo le

Lo ro lo le lo le

 

sink or fly, say it again

 

Lo ro lo le lo le lo le

 

Tell me one more time

That you'll live

Lost in my eyes

 

“I do talk to you Riza. I just don't think you're ready to know everything.” Roy said, gritting his teeth as he straightened them up and pushed her out, pulling her back in. “Oh come on, sir.” Riza said, becoming breathless as she hung onto his neck with one arm and danced with him. “You really want to know everything?” Roy asked, his hands back on her hips. “If I didn't, would I have even said yes when you asked me out?” Riza said, tossing her head back.

 

Whenever, wherever

We'll learn to be together

I'll be there and you'll be near

And that's the deal my dear

They're over, you're under

You've got me head over heels

There's nothing left to fear

If you really feel the way I feel

 

 

“Clip notes version, I never really had any parents. I had an Aunt and Uncle I lived with. I almost married some chick at the age of 20. That's when I joined the Military and became a State Alchemist. During the Ishbal Rebellion I had to kill three people. Two with a gun, and one using my firepower. I didn't like it, I tried to comment Suicide. Maes stopped me and that's when I decided to become Fuhrer. Then you started working under me, and long story short, here we are.” Roy said, dipping her and bringing her back up, grinding against her hips.

 

Whenever, wherever

We're meant to be together

I'll be there and you'll be near

And that's the deal my dear

They're over, you're under

You've got me head over heels

There's nothing left to fear

If you really feel the way I feel

 

 

“Now wouldn't it have been easier for you just to have said all that before?” Riza said, her arms wrapped around his neck as their body heat caused them to sweat as the last part of the song intensified. “It's not something I like to talk about.” Roy said, looking into her eyes. “If we're going to be lovers, we need a relationship built on trust, and the only way that works is if we're honest with each other.” Riza said, letting out a breath as the last note of the song faded away and they pulled apart.

 

Tremendous applause met their ears and everyone cat called, and hooted, yelling out a whole bunch of crazy stuff. Riza rolled her eyes and Roy smirked. They walked back to where their place was and everyone was laughing and giggling at them. “Oh shut it.” Riza said, sitting back down by her presents and chuckling a bit. Eve handed her a drink, and she sipped at it.

 

“Now that you've officially killed your title as the, cool, calm, composed 1st Lieutenant, what will you do to amaze us next Riza?” Ross asked with a smile. “Kill you all so there is no evidence.” Riza said with a smile. “Hey Roy, your girlfriend packs a gun, did you ever think of that when you asked her out?” Havoc joked. Roy punched his arm lightly. “She'll kill you first, you chain smoking dork.” Roy laughed.

 

“Men are so chauvinistic.” Eve said with a sigh sitting next to Riza. “Yes…but sometimes…they're so damn cute you have to love them.” Amaya said, rolling her eyes at the men as they started talking amongst themselves. Riza frowned and looked over her gifts. “Roy…” she said, crossing her arms. “Yes?” he said turning around quickly. “Where's my birthday gift?” Riza said, glaring icily at him. “Ah! Right.” Roy said, looking sheepish.

 

 

He flustered around for a half a second, checking his pockets and muttering about evil tiny things, causing Ed to punch him, which instated a fight to break out. Riza sighed and pulled on Roy's shirtsleeve. She looked up at him, her amber eyes sincere. “Don't make me beg.” She said. He smirked and pulled a small box out of his pocket, giving it to her. She smiled and opened it up.

 

“They're beautiful.” Riza said, admiring the shining pair of blue teardrop earrings. “I thought you might like them.” Roy said, kissing her cheek. “I do.” Riza said, taking them out and pinning them in her ears. Amaya smiled, “They make your eyes pop.” She said. Riza smiled, “Thank you.” She told the younger woman.

 

 

A/N: I KNOW! This chapter was lacking a bit, so sorry. Please review. And I'm sorry Riza and the others were a bit OOC.