Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ The Life of a Military Dog ❯ Paper Work ( Chapter 3 )

I reread the third chapter to myself, and just decided it didn't work, so I'm retyping it. Sorry for those of you who have already read it ^-^;; Well, on with the fic! = `___' = hope ya' like it! Also, I just got my first review for this story! Yay!! Every time a story of mine gets it's first review, it makes me want to cry, lol, so thanks a lot!

 

 

Disclaimer: If you still are convinced that I own FMA, which I don't, I think you need serious medical attention. Right now.

 

Everyone in Mustang's office sighed in relief, as the last two papers were finished. Time seemed to slow down as they waited for Riza's return. Sweat crawled down the back of Roy's neck, as he waited in fear. Havoc was busy trying to get the colonel to tell him whether he thought Riza wore a C or D cup. Hueghs had busied himself stapling pictures of his daughter to all of the reports, while everyone else just tried to remain calm.

 

There was a sudden noise, and the door to Roy's office slammed open. There, stood Riza, her face still a light shade of pink. Walking into the room, she went straight to Mustang's desk, and slammed down a piece of paper.

 

“I was lucky, the Fuehrer was in today. He was able to find me something to give to you to do,” Riza said, breaking the silence at last. An ominous, dark expression adorn her a face as she continued. “You are to write a 150,000 word report on your accomplishments in the military. I am not cruel, so you will have until tomorrow morning to finish it. It must be handwritten, and every word you are off is another time that you will help me with my target practice in the field. Holding up the target,” she finished, smiling in her usual, warm way.

 

Roy scanned the paper, trying to look like his usual, cool self, and failing horribly. Sweat was spilling down his face, as he looked up to watch Riza sit down calmly, trying to read her expression. It was the same as usual, it seemed that what she had said was not, as he had half-heartedly hoped, a joke.

 

Pulling out a pile of blank papers, Roy began to write feverishly. Across the room, Riza sat calmly, sipping tea, and scanning the reports she received. After a long moment of silence, Fuery finally spoke. “So, uh, Riza, you aren't mad at the colonel?” he asked, nervously, though trying desperately to keep his head. In short, he failed just as badly as Roy had. “Oh, why would I be mad? If I had thought that he had done it on purpose, of course I would have immediately filed a report of sexual harassment on him. As the situation is, I can make no such claim,” replied Riza, sounding as if she longed to call up the colonel on harassment, her mouth twitching every few seconds. Her face had returned to blushing an almost inhuman shade of magenta after saying this, and stayed that way for some time.

 

The day passed much as any other, Riza checking Roy's work and watching over his shoulder, Roy taking out his anger on Ed by calling him short, Fuery still asking how Riza's breasts felt every five minuets etc. By the end of the day, Roy had finished 113, 569 of the words in his essay. All the officers began to leave, eager to get away from Riza as soon as possible.

 

At random intervals during the day, she would suddenly start fingering her gun, reloading it and making sure it would be ready to use at any moment. This highly unnerving motion scared everyone within 7 feet her into finding an excuse to back away slightly more, just to be safe.

 

Riza stood behind Roy, looking down on his progress as no one was left but Ed, still finishing up a report on a mission he had just completed. Roy's face had turned a sickly color of white and his hand shook, as he wrote on, trying to ignore Riza lurking behind him, once again checking her handgun.

 

Edward was under the distinct impression that Riza planned to murder the colonel as soon as they were alone. There was no other explanation, she had finally had it.

 

Ed nervously edged towards the door, and left. Closing the door, he listened momentarily for gunshots, but, hearing none, decided it was best to leave.

 

A few minuets later, Riza told Roy, for the first time today, that he could take a break. Mustang quickly got up, swore under his breath, and ran for the restrooms.

 

Riza sat down once again, and sighed heavily. She didn't know what to do, life was just to confusing. `Sure, I might have had feelings for him a while ago, but come on, he's not that great. Not to mention his groping me, and how relationships inside the military never lead to any good,' Riza thought, trying to reason with herself.

 

Riza tried not to be so hard on Roy for the rest of the night. Having finally finished his report, (3 words off) Riza let Roy leave his office for a midnight snack. Riza left for bed, enjoying the thought of the weekend that would start tomorrow. Undressing, Riza put on a large semi-see through tee shirt and a new pair of panties. Letting her hair down, Riza lay down and pulled her covers around her. Thinking over everything that had happened that day, she drifted into an unsteady sleep.

 

Roy was patrolling the hallways, it was his turn to do the night shift. Around 2:00 in the morning, he decided to go through the halls one last time before leaving to go to sleep. Walking through the girl's dorms, he stopped a moment in front of Riza's door. She was frightening at times when she was mad, but she had every right to be. Sighing, Mustang was about to move on, when he heard a noise from her dorm room. Putting his ear to her door, Roy listened, and heard Riza screaming and crying out.

 

Shoving against the door, he tried to get in, but it was locked. Snapping his fingers, Roy melted the lock with a burst of flame before running in. Riza lay in her bed, crying and thrashing about in her sleep. Her shirt stuck to her body from sweat, and she cried out once more, before Roy ran forward, shaking her awake, Her eyes snapped open, as she stared at him for a moment, then grabbed him around the waist and started crying uncontrollably, only stopping to take great rasping breaths.

 

Roy stood next to her bed uncomfortably for a moment, before sitting down beside her. She stopped sobbing long enough to speak. “Oh god Roy… oh god why did we have to do it,” she said, tears glistening in her eyes, as she looked up at his face.

 

Wow. This chapter was way longer than I planned O__O; oh well, I'll try to type up the next chapter tomorrow night if I get another review, but without any I might just take longer *grins evilly* What happened to Riza? How does Roy feel towards her? Why do I suck so badly at writing fanfics?! Find out all of this (Or at least some of it) in the next chapter. Am I good at cliffhangers? This one seemed good to me, but I don't know ^-^;; goodnight! Finished this chapter at 12:30 in the morning, though I started earlier than usual ^.~