Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ Lonely Mornings ❯ Coffee, Hot Dogs, and a Measuring Tape ( Chapter 3 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Anne Packrat 
The plan is underway but Hawkeye is suspicious, Havoc reads poetry, and Roy lets slip just who is the "big man" in the office.
Anime/Manga: Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Comedy | Type: Divergence | Uploaded On: 04.22.2006 | Updated On: 04.22.2006 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.9K | Visits: 511 | Status: Completed
The plan is underway but Hawkeye is suspicious, Havoc reads poetry, and Roy lets slip just who is the "big man" in the office.
Anime/Manga: Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Comedy | Type: Divergence | Uploaded On: 04.22.2006 | Updated On: 04.22.2006 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.9K | Visits: 511 | Status: Completed
Lonely Mornings
Chapter 3 - Coffee, Hot Dogs, and a Measuring Tape.
A Full Metal Alchemist Fanfiction
by Anne Packrat
Disclaimer: Full Metal Alchemist and its attendant characters and setting were created by Hiromu Arakawa and are distributed by Square-Enix, Funimation and Viz. Gary the Trainee, is unfortunately, also my own creation along with Bubbles. (Perhaps I should write a fanfic featuring just the two of them?)
Warning: Contains sexual language and situations. Profanity abounds.
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The coffee shop on Kendall Street was one of the nicer ones in Central, but at the moment a lull in customers left it practically empty. But Mustang couldn't have cared less.
He was nervous. Well, scared. Terrified, really. He was almost at the point of pissing his pants in fear. But it hurt his pride to admit to being anything but nervous. So nervous he was.
His leg jiggled up and down rapidly, which rattled the table, and in turn bounced his empty cup and saucer up and down. "Sir?" the waiter said in a tone of polite concern, "Are you all right?"
Roy looked up at the waiter and down at his wiggling leg. He quickly stilled it. "Uh, could you please repeat that?"
The waiter frowned. "I asked if you were all right, sir."
Of course he was all right! Colonel Roy Mustang, the great Flame Alchemist, hero of the Isbal War, legendary ladies man and all around hot stud would never be this anxious about spending the day alone with a woman. It was only the butterflies in his stomach that were nervous. The butterflies were at fault. The rest of him was perfectly fine.
His leg began to jiggle again. Yes, he was perfectly fine.
"I'm a bit nervous," Roy admitted.
The waiter gave Roy a tight smile. "I could tell. Perhaps you should put off any more cups of coffee for awhile?"
Puzzled, Roy looked at him, "Why? How many have I had?"
The waiter paused and seemed to be figuring out something in his head. "I believe it's been nine in the last thirty minutes, sir."
Roy blinked. "Really?" Maybe it wasn't just his emotions making him jumpy then. "Uh, yeah, I'll lay off. Thanks."
Drifting back into his thoughts, Roy didn't notice the waiter take the now unnecessary dishes and leave. There was really no reason for him to be so afraid. He knew Havoc's route and activities in advance, and he'd scouted each location. After that he had almost the whole day in which to confess his feelings. It was simple really, child's play. Anyone could do it. Roy fervently hoped that anyone included him.
The tinkle of the bell above the shop door drew his attention. His anxiety level jumped up ten spots as he caught sight of his first lieutenant.
He always thought she looked attractive, but now that she was out of the restrictive military uniform, he saw just how attractive she really was. It was a simple enough outfit, tan pants, a white blouse covered with a light jacket that matched the pants. But for being uncomplicated it was still classy, much like Hawkeye herself. He noticed the jacket was rather tight just under the arms. He knew this was because she wore her shoulder harness with holsters nestled just under her arms, each with a gun fully loaded and ready to be used in a heartbeat if the need arose.
She spotted him and made her way to his table. He was surprised at how light her footsteps sounded. He glanced at her feet and realized that she was wearing sandals in place of the military issued boots. Funny, he'd never pegged Hawkeye as a sandal-wearing type, but now that he thought about it, he could tell how much that style of shoe fit her personality.
"Hello, sir," she said nodding in acknowledgement of him as she sat down, "I'm surprised you're here on time."
Mustang frowned at that comment. "Well, I made an extra effort because I know how important today is."
She quirked an eyebrow. "How important today is?"
He panicked slightly then recovered. "Uh... Yeah! You know, for Havoc."
"Uh, huh," Riza looked at him skeptically, "Sir, I...."
She was interrupted by the arrival of a new waiter. This one was much younger than the first. He was just a boy in his mid teens with enough greasy acne to fill a deep fat fryer. A button on his apron proclaimed his name was Gary, and that he was a trainee. (Another button urged Roy and Riza to ask about the shop's "Delightful Deals on Delicious Danishes and Delectable Dainties.") Numerous coffee stains covered the garment, and each paid mute testament to a shift of spilled drinks. He looked as nervous as Roy felt.
"Hello, sir, and ma'AM!" he said, his voice getting higher and cracking on the 'am, "Would you like to try our Dark Roasted Mocha Cappachino Caramel Macchiato Blended Petrilo Georgianatti Cinnamon Vanilla Expresso Latte?"
Confused, Roy and Riza looked at each other then back up at Gary the Trainee. "Er, what?" Roy asked.
A pained look passed over Gary the Trainee's features, "Please, don't make me repeat it," he begged. "Look, it's basically coffee with these fiddly orange bits in it and caramel flavoring, and it's got whipped cream on the top."
"Uh, no," Hawkeye replied, "I'll just take some lemon tea, please."
Gary the Trainee visibly relaxed and let out the breath he'd been holding. "Good, that's easy to remember." He turned toward Mustang. "And you, sir?"
"Just water, thanks," Roy answered. He turned toward Hawkeye as Gary the Trainee left to put in their orders. "What were you saying, lieutenant?"
"Permission to speak freely, sir?"
Roy waved her request off. "Sure, sure. Speak freely as much as you want all day. I could care less."
Her mouth formed a tight little smile. She had a feeling she'd be making a lot of use of his "all day" permission. "Colonel, I know you're up to something."
Mustang's benign expression flickered briefly but then steadied. "I don't know what you're talking about, lieutenant."
"This entire thing," she said, irritation evident in her voice, "is ludicrous!"
Feigning innocence, Roy responded, "Why? We're just trying to help out a friend who's horribly upset and at a bad point in his life."
"You may be a good actor, colonel, but Havoc is not! He has never gotten that upset about a woman dumping him before and you know it!" Hawkeye said. She was having trouble keeping her voice level.
Roy was surprised at just how emotional his normally unflappable Lieutenant was getting. Well emotional for Riza Hawkeye at any rate. "Maybe he's been rejected too many times and finally cracked. Havoc isn't exactly the most stable person in the world."
Well, she couldn't argue with that. She frowned and stared down at the table allowing her angry juices to stew.
Sensing her discomfort, Mustang decided to change the subject and cheer her up.
"So, Hawkeye, why didn't you wear a miniskirt like I asked you to?"
Swing.... and a miss.
She glared at him, eyes flashing. When she spoke her voice was low and dangerous, "Because, sir, if I am to be skulking around in alleys and bushes after this crazy useless fool's quest then I will not be doing it in clothing that restricts my movement and which will do nothing but serve to distract you."
Roy gulped. Under the table his leg began to jiggle again. With a flash of insight he realized that he would be in one of two states by the end of the day: full of happiness, or full of bullet holes. He desperately hoped it would be the former, but Hawkeye's expression promised the latter.
Gary the trainee chose that moment to bring them their drinks. He seemed oblivious to the dark cloud of menace and fear that hung around the table. He was too worried about spillage.
"Thanks...." Roy mumbled, and Riza absently nodded thanks as well.
Gary the trainee blinked and finally noticed the tension clinging to the table like acne to his cheeks. "Uh... Can I get you folks anything else?" he asked cautiously.
"Yes," Riza said finally turning her icy gaze away from Mustang, "A sane commanding officer."
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A few hours later Riza's mood had not improved at all. They'd carefully followed Havoc from his apartment, to the diner at the corner, to the tobacconist's, and finally to a park a few streets away. So now they were hidden in the bushes a hundred feet away from their target. Riza watched Havoc through binoculars and Roy was supposed to be writing down what she reported to him. Instead he issued a steady of stream of complaints.
"Lieuuuuutenant....." he whined, "I'm bored!"
"What are you? A three-year-old?!" she hissed, "How about I shoot you in the foot?! I'm sure you wouldn't be bored then!"
Roy stopped complaining after that.
Havoc had sat on the bench across from their vantage point. He pulled a thick book from his pocket and began to read. He looked to be half done with the tome already.
"What is he reading anyway?" Roy asked her.
She'd been wondering that herself. Training binoculars on his hands, she examined his reading material. "Sir, it appears to be a critical overview of poetry written during the Romanticism Revival of last century," she told her superior.
Roy looked up at her in mild surprise. "He's reading a book of poetry?"
Riza was a bit surprised herself, "Not quite. It appears he's reading a book featuring criticism and essays about the poetry itself." She looked back at the colonel, puzzlement on her face, "I never would have thought literary critique would be Havoc's cup of tea, sir."
Mustang shrugged. "Me neither, but Havoc is certainly more intelligent that he appears. Reading something like that probably isn't too much of a challenge for him."
Thoughtfully Riza turned back to her binoculars. There were a few things about the second lieutenant that she would definitely have to think about.
A few minutes later a hot dog cart came by and Havoc went over to it. Riza relayed what happened to her partner who began writing.
"Okay, 14:10, target approaches hot dog cart and greets female hot dog vendor."
"Target hands over money and receives hot dog in return."
"Target makes comment to vendor, most likely an inappropriate one given who it is making it."
"Hot dog lady slaps target hard on the cheek. Confirmation of inappropriate nature of previous comment."
The colonel scribbled this down and then looked up in dismay. "He got slapped? Again?"
Hawkeye put down the binoculars and nodded. "Yes, sir. This one was harder than the last."
"Man," Mustang said, shaking his head in disbelief, "He really does have bad luck with women. There was the waitress at the diner, the mother with the two-year old daughter and now this one! Three times in one day has got to be rough to deal with."
"Actually, sir," Hawkeye replied, returning to her observation of the target, "It's been four times. That two-year-old slapped him too."
Roy sighed. "I don't get why he isn't better with women. It's not like he's got a small dick or anything."
This caused Riza to pause. "Colonel...." she said, measuring each word carefully, "Just how do you know the size of Havoc's genitalia?"
He flushed pink at that question. He moved his hand behind his head and rubbed the nape of his neck. "Uh, well, you see...."
Riza turned around and faced him, both scared and eager to find out his explanation. "Go on," she prodded.
"Well, it was your day off, and we were really bored. Then Breda announced he had a tape measure and...." he shrugged sheepishly.
She stared at him in horror, "Don't tell me you actually measured....?"
"Well, yeah," Roy answered, "We kind of had a contest."
Hawkeye's face turned bright red as certain images went through her mind, "You had a contest."
Watching his lieutenant blush so furiously caused Roy's pride and bravado to rise. This just might be his chance. "Yes," he said grinning at her discomfort, "To determine who was King Cock of the Walk, so to speak."
Riza was speechless. There was nothing she could say. She watched in horrified fascination as Roy continued.
"So that's how I know that Havoc's, er, Lil Havoc is nothing to sneeze at. He took second place in our contest."
Only now did Riza notice that he'd been moving closer to her with every passing minute. He was only a few inches away. He leaned over her and said just soft enough for her to hear, "Do you want to know where I placed?"
Riza's mind melted. "HELL YES! I MEAN NO," she fought to regain her composure, "I definitely mean no. I think."
He chuckled. Her breath caught as Roy leaned in toward her ear and whispered, "Let's just say... 'It's good to be the king.'"
With no conscious thought forthcoming, Riza had no reply. She felt warm and her breathing was too fast, as if she'd just been running.
Roy leaned back to survey his handiwork. "You know, you're very pretty when you're all flustered."
Her eyes widened. "I-I am?" she asked in an unbelieving whisper.
He pushed a wayward strand of hair off her face. "Yes, you are. We should really try to get you that way more often."
His face was inches from hers. She could feel his warm breath on her cheek.
Too much was happening too fast for Riza. Her head was swimming and her stomach was doing back flips. She needed a moment by herself to collect her thoughts.
Quickly she got to her feet, surprising Mustang and almost knocking him over. She
thrust the binoculars into his hands. "I have to use the restroom, sir. Excuse me, please," she said rapidly, the words tumbling over each other in their hurry to escape her mouth.
Dumbfounded, Roy watched as her figure crested the hill, then disappeared from sight, "Did... Did I do something wrong?"
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Author's Indulgence
It's fun writing such deeply-layered characters that are close to me in age. Generally with anime fanfiction I'm writing teenagers or young adults; characters that have a five year or more age difference between me and them. Hawkeye's only a year older than me, meaning she's been through more in her life than a younger character, and it's easier for me to relate to that.
Anyway, yes I am already working on the next chapter, so you won't have to wait too long I hope. Thank you for all the reviews, I greatly appreciate them.
-Thanks to the creators and crew of the FMA manga and anime.
-Thanks to my husband, Ryan, who has big problems with the state of fanfiction today. You're the one who started it, love, so you've only got yourself to blame. At least you're who I hold at fault when I read a bad fanfic. ^_-
-Thanks to everyone who took the time to write reviews or send me feedback. I appreciate all of it.
-And thanks to you, for reading.
Next chapter: Roy's plan is unraveling before his eyes. Can he salvage anything from it? Or is he doomed to be alone forever? Also, was Roy being truthful when he proclaimed himself "King Cock of the Walk?"
Chapter 3 - Coffee, Hot Dogs, and a Measuring Tape.
A Full Metal Alchemist Fanfiction
by Anne Packrat
Disclaimer: Full Metal Alchemist and its attendant characters and setting were created by Hiromu Arakawa and are distributed by Square-Enix, Funimation and Viz. Gary the Trainee, is unfortunately, also my own creation along with Bubbles. (Perhaps I should write a fanfic featuring just the two of them?)
Warning: Contains sexual language and situations. Profanity abounds.
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The coffee shop on Kendall Street was one of the nicer ones in Central, but at the moment a lull in customers left it practically empty. But Mustang couldn't have cared less.
He was nervous. Well, scared. Terrified, really. He was almost at the point of pissing his pants in fear. But it hurt his pride to admit to being anything but nervous. So nervous he was.
His leg jiggled up and down rapidly, which rattled the table, and in turn bounced his empty cup and saucer up and down. "Sir?" the waiter said in a tone of polite concern, "Are you all right?"
Roy looked up at the waiter and down at his wiggling leg. He quickly stilled it. "Uh, could you please repeat that?"
The waiter frowned. "I asked if you were all right, sir."
Of course he was all right! Colonel Roy Mustang, the great Flame Alchemist, hero of the Isbal War, legendary ladies man and all around hot stud would never be this anxious about spending the day alone with a woman. It was only the butterflies in his stomach that were nervous. The butterflies were at fault. The rest of him was perfectly fine.
His leg began to jiggle again. Yes, he was perfectly fine.
"I'm a bit nervous," Roy admitted.
The waiter gave Roy a tight smile. "I could tell. Perhaps you should put off any more cups of coffee for awhile?"
Puzzled, Roy looked at him, "Why? How many have I had?"
The waiter paused and seemed to be figuring out something in his head. "I believe it's been nine in the last thirty minutes, sir."
Roy blinked. "Really?" Maybe it wasn't just his emotions making him jumpy then. "Uh, yeah, I'll lay off. Thanks."
Drifting back into his thoughts, Roy didn't notice the waiter take the now unnecessary dishes and leave. There was really no reason for him to be so afraid. He knew Havoc's route and activities in advance, and he'd scouted each location. After that he had almost the whole day in which to confess his feelings. It was simple really, child's play. Anyone could do it. Roy fervently hoped that anyone included him.
The tinkle of the bell above the shop door drew his attention. His anxiety level jumped up ten spots as he caught sight of his first lieutenant.
He always thought she looked attractive, but now that she was out of the restrictive military uniform, he saw just how attractive she really was. It was a simple enough outfit, tan pants, a white blouse covered with a light jacket that matched the pants. But for being uncomplicated it was still classy, much like Hawkeye herself. He noticed the jacket was rather tight just under the arms. He knew this was because she wore her shoulder harness with holsters nestled just under her arms, each with a gun fully loaded and ready to be used in a heartbeat if the need arose.
She spotted him and made her way to his table. He was surprised at how light her footsteps sounded. He glanced at her feet and realized that she was wearing sandals in place of the military issued boots. Funny, he'd never pegged Hawkeye as a sandal-wearing type, but now that he thought about it, he could tell how much that style of shoe fit her personality.
"Hello, sir," she said nodding in acknowledgement of him as she sat down, "I'm surprised you're here on time."
Mustang frowned at that comment. "Well, I made an extra effort because I know how important today is."
She quirked an eyebrow. "How important today is?"
He panicked slightly then recovered. "Uh... Yeah! You know, for Havoc."
"Uh, huh," Riza looked at him skeptically, "Sir, I...."
She was interrupted by the arrival of a new waiter. This one was much younger than the first. He was just a boy in his mid teens with enough greasy acne to fill a deep fat fryer. A button on his apron proclaimed his name was Gary, and that he was a trainee. (Another button urged Roy and Riza to ask about the shop's "Delightful Deals on Delicious Danishes and Delectable Dainties.") Numerous coffee stains covered the garment, and each paid mute testament to a shift of spilled drinks. He looked as nervous as Roy felt.
"Hello, sir, and ma'AM!" he said, his voice getting higher and cracking on the 'am, "Would you like to try our Dark Roasted Mocha Cappachino Caramel Macchiato Blended Petrilo Georgianatti Cinnamon Vanilla Expresso Latte?"
Confused, Roy and Riza looked at each other then back up at Gary the Trainee. "Er, what?" Roy asked.
A pained look passed over Gary the Trainee's features, "Please, don't make me repeat it," he begged. "Look, it's basically coffee with these fiddly orange bits in it and caramel flavoring, and it's got whipped cream on the top."
"Uh, no," Hawkeye replied, "I'll just take some lemon tea, please."
Gary the Trainee visibly relaxed and let out the breath he'd been holding. "Good, that's easy to remember." He turned toward Mustang. "And you, sir?"
"Just water, thanks," Roy answered. He turned toward Hawkeye as Gary the Trainee left to put in their orders. "What were you saying, lieutenant?"
"Permission to speak freely, sir?"
Roy waved her request off. "Sure, sure. Speak freely as much as you want all day. I could care less."
Her mouth formed a tight little smile. She had a feeling she'd be making a lot of use of his "all day" permission. "Colonel, I know you're up to something."
Mustang's benign expression flickered briefly but then steadied. "I don't know what you're talking about, lieutenant."
"This entire thing," she said, irritation evident in her voice, "is ludicrous!"
Feigning innocence, Roy responded, "Why? We're just trying to help out a friend who's horribly upset and at a bad point in his life."
"You may be a good actor, colonel, but Havoc is not! He has never gotten that upset about a woman dumping him before and you know it!" Hawkeye said. She was having trouble keeping her voice level.
Roy was surprised at just how emotional his normally unflappable Lieutenant was getting. Well emotional for Riza Hawkeye at any rate. "Maybe he's been rejected too many times and finally cracked. Havoc isn't exactly the most stable person in the world."
Well, she couldn't argue with that. She frowned and stared down at the table allowing her angry juices to stew.
Sensing her discomfort, Mustang decided to change the subject and cheer her up.
"So, Hawkeye, why didn't you wear a miniskirt like I asked you to?"
Swing.... and a miss.
She glared at him, eyes flashing. When she spoke her voice was low and dangerous, "Because, sir, if I am to be skulking around in alleys and bushes after this crazy useless fool's quest then I will not be doing it in clothing that restricts my movement and which will do nothing but serve to distract you."
Roy gulped. Under the table his leg began to jiggle again. With a flash of insight he realized that he would be in one of two states by the end of the day: full of happiness, or full of bullet holes. He desperately hoped it would be the former, but Hawkeye's expression promised the latter.
Gary the trainee chose that moment to bring them their drinks. He seemed oblivious to the dark cloud of menace and fear that hung around the table. He was too worried about spillage.
"Thanks...." Roy mumbled, and Riza absently nodded thanks as well.
Gary the trainee blinked and finally noticed the tension clinging to the table like acne to his cheeks. "Uh... Can I get you folks anything else?" he asked cautiously.
"Yes," Riza said finally turning her icy gaze away from Mustang, "A sane commanding officer."
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A few hours later Riza's mood had not improved at all. They'd carefully followed Havoc from his apartment, to the diner at the corner, to the tobacconist's, and finally to a park a few streets away. So now they were hidden in the bushes a hundred feet away from their target. Riza watched Havoc through binoculars and Roy was supposed to be writing down what she reported to him. Instead he issued a steady of stream of complaints.
"Lieuuuuutenant....." he whined, "I'm bored!"
"What are you? A three-year-old?!" she hissed, "How about I shoot you in the foot?! I'm sure you wouldn't be bored then!"
Roy stopped complaining after that.
Havoc had sat on the bench across from their vantage point. He pulled a thick book from his pocket and began to read. He looked to be half done with the tome already.
"What is he reading anyway?" Roy asked her.
She'd been wondering that herself. Training binoculars on his hands, she examined his reading material. "Sir, it appears to be a critical overview of poetry written during the Romanticism Revival of last century," she told her superior.
Roy looked up at her in mild surprise. "He's reading a book of poetry?"
Riza was a bit surprised herself, "Not quite. It appears he's reading a book featuring criticism and essays about the poetry itself." She looked back at the colonel, puzzlement on her face, "I never would have thought literary critique would be Havoc's cup of tea, sir."
Mustang shrugged. "Me neither, but Havoc is certainly more intelligent that he appears. Reading something like that probably isn't too much of a challenge for him."
Thoughtfully Riza turned back to her binoculars. There were a few things about the second lieutenant that she would definitely have to think about.
A few minutes later a hot dog cart came by and Havoc went over to it. Riza relayed what happened to her partner who began writing.
"Okay, 14:10, target approaches hot dog cart and greets female hot dog vendor."
"Target hands over money and receives hot dog in return."
"Target makes comment to vendor, most likely an inappropriate one given who it is making it."
"Hot dog lady slaps target hard on the cheek. Confirmation of inappropriate nature of previous comment."
The colonel scribbled this down and then looked up in dismay. "He got slapped? Again?"
Hawkeye put down the binoculars and nodded. "Yes, sir. This one was harder than the last."
"Man," Mustang said, shaking his head in disbelief, "He really does have bad luck with women. There was the waitress at the diner, the mother with the two-year old daughter and now this one! Three times in one day has got to be rough to deal with."
"Actually, sir," Hawkeye replied, returning to her observation of the target, "It's been four times. That two-year-old slapped him too."
Roy sighed. "I don't get why he isn't better with women. It's not like he's got a small dick or anything."
This caused Riza to pause. "Colonel...." she said, measuring each word carefully, "Just how do you know the size of Havoc's genitalia?"
He flushed pink at that question. He moved his hand behind his head and rubbed the nape of his neck. "Uh, well, you see...."
Riza turned around and faced him, both scared and eager to find out his explanation. "Go on," she prodded.
"Well, it was your day off, and we were really bored. Then Breda announced he had a tape measure and...." he shrugged sheepishly.
She stared at him in horror, "Don't tell me you actually measured....?"
"Well, yeah," Roy answered, "We kind of had a contest."
Hawkeye's face turned bright red as certain images went through her mind, "You had a contest."
Watching his lieutenant blush so furiously caused Roy's pride and bravado to rise. This just might be his chance. "Yes," he said grinning at her discomfort, "To determine who was King Cock of the Walk, so to speak."
Riza was speechless. There was nothing she could say. She watched in horrified fascination as Roy continued.
"So that's how I know that Havoc's, er, Lil Havoc is nothing to sneeze at. He took second place in our contest."
Only now did Riza notice that he'd been moving closer to her with every passing minute. He was only a few inches away. He leaned over her and said just soft enough for her to hear, "Do you want to know where I placed?"
Riza's mind melted. "HELL YES! I MEAN NO," she fought to regain her composure, "I definitely mean no. I think."
He chuckled. Her breath caught as Roy leaned in toward her ear and whispered, "Let's just say... 'It's good to be the king.'"
With no conscious thought forthcoming, Riza had no reply. She felt warm and her breathing was too fast, as if she'd just been running.
Roy leaned back to survey his handiwork. "You know, you're very pretty when you're all flustered."
Her eyes widened. "I-I am?" she asked in an unbelieving whisper.
He pushed a wayward strand of hair off her face. "Yes, you are. We should really try to get you that way more often."
His face was inches from hers. She could feel his warm breath on her cheek.
Too much was happening too fast for Riza. Her head was swimming and her stomach was doing back flips. She needed a moment by herself to collect her thoughts.
Quickly she got to her feet, surprising Mustang and almost knocking him over. She
thrust the binoculars into his hands. "I have to use the restroom, sir. Excuse me, please," she said rapidly, the words tumbling over each other in their hurry to escape her mouth.
Dumbfounded, Roy watched as her figure crested the hill, then disappeared from sight, "Did... Did I do something wrong?"
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Author's Indulgence
It's fun writing such deeply-layered characters that are close to me in age. Generally with anime fanfiction I'm writing teenagers or young adults; characters that have a five year or more age difference between me and them. Hawkeye's only a year older than me, meaning she's been through more in her life than a younger character, and it's easier for me to relate to that.
Anyway, yes I am already working on the next chapter, so you won't have to wait too long I hope. Thank you for all the reviews, I greatly appreciate them.
-Thanks to the creators and crew of the FMA manga and anime.
-Thanks to my husband, Ryan, who has big problems with the state of fanfiction today. You're the one who started it, love, so you've only got yourself to blame. At least you're who I hold at fault when I read a bad fanfic. ^_-
-Thanks to everyone who took the time to write reviews or send me feedback. I appreciate all of it.
-And thanks to you, for reading.
Next chapter: Roy's plan is unraveling before his eyes. Can he salvage anything from it? Or is he doomed to be alone forever? Also, was Roy being truthful when he proclaimed himself "King Cock of the Walk?"