Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ The Life of a Military Dog ❯ Edward's POV ( Chapter 5 )

Hi, it's Yuko again! Thanks for all of the reviews, *eats cookie* they make me so happy! =D All that I have eaten today is top ramen. This may have messed with my brain a bit, so sorry if this chapter isn't too good ^-^;;

 

Disclaimer: I couldn't help myself… it was so hot out, I had to eat something, poor, poor suki… Anyhow, I don't own it. Only 183 watermelons.

 

Edward left for lunch, somewhat worried about Riza. The colonel was also, he could tell. She had just seemed a bit… off today. It was as though some horrible thing was bothering her, but she just managed to hold it all in.

 

Taking his lunch, Ed sat down next to Fuery, Havoc, and Hueghs. “Did Riza seem a bit, weird today?” Ed asked, absentmindedly munching on some crackers. “Hmm? Well, she hasn't taken off the colonel's head yet for one thing. I suppose she did have a bit of an odd air about her, but it was probably just embarrassment after yesterday's incident,” said Hueghs, admiring a picture of his daughter.

 

No one seemed particularly worried other than Ed, who ate as fast as he could, choking as he wolfed down half of a loaf of bread. “Wow Ed, I never thought you'd want to see Elisia so badly!” said Hueghs, taking Ed's face slowly turning purple and his frantic motions at his throat as frantic motions at his picture, and him gagging in amazement. Havoc, being slightly less insane than Hueghs, took the meaning in, and handed Fullmetal a large glass of water. Gulping it down, Ed thanked him, got up, and walked out.

 

He wasn't sure what was wrong, but he was none the less worried, as he quickly walked towards Roy's office. Finally getting there, he heard Riza's voice, then Roy's, though he couldn't make out what they were saying.

 

He closed his eyes, breathed in deeply, and pushed open the door. Opening his eyes, he looked about. It was like some deranged episode of the `Twilight Zone,' where the impossible occurred. This surely went under this category.

 

There, in front of Roy's desk stood Riza and the Colonel, deep in a passion felt kiss. Riza was the first to notice Ed, immediately pulling away from Roy. Time seemed to stop, as Ed stood there, eyes widened to at least twice their average size, petrified at the sight in front of him.

 

“Ed! Uhh, let me explain,” Riza began, her face burning. It was no use, Ed was already running full speed down the hall, away from the office. “This is not going to end well,” Roy noted, before running full tilt towards Edward. Riza stood there a moment, then shook her head, letting out a long sigh.

 

As we all know, Ed is… vertically challenged shall we call it. So, by being not as tall as Roy, his legs are not as long, making him not as fast as him. Currently, Roy was catching up, proving this theory. “Ed, stop this!” Yelled Mustang, as he finally grabbed Ed's automail arm, pulling him to a stop.

 

Roy looked into his eyes, and spoke cautiously. “Fullmetal, you saw something back there you shouldn't have. Now, you won't be telling anyone else about it will you?” he asked calmly, yet with a hint of malice. Ed shook his head from side to side, as Roy let go of his arm.

 

Walking back, Roy sighed. Riza waited at the door for his return, scanning the hallways for Ed. “Did you catch him?” she asked tentatively. “Yeah, he won't tell anyone. I think he's gone into shock,” Roy replied.

 

Soon, Hueghs, Havoc, Fuery, and even Ed returned from lunch, and the day went on as any other. The only difference was Ed's horror struck expression, though as Mustang had guessed, he told no one why he was in shock.

 

Packing up, Roy saw Riza walking up to him. “Colonel, your first target practice with me will be this evening at 7:00, meet me at the firing range,” She told him, smirking at his expression which greatly resembled Edward's.

 

Roy stood as still as he could, only fidgeting at the noise of Riza's gun being fired at the target he held as far away from him as he could. “Almost done, one more round Roy!” Riza yelled to him, only to be answered by a small whimper of fear. “Hope I don't miss,” Riza though out loud, laughing to herself at the situation.

 

Reloading her pistol, Riza fired another round of bullets at the target. Finally pleased, she motioned for Roy to come back. “I now appreciate my life more than ever before,” Mustang muttered, as he walked back. “Where do you want to go?” Riza asked, looking up from polishing her handguns. “What do you mean?” Roy asked, somewhat confused. “Well, neither of us have had any dinner, so I though, maybe we could go out after my practice,” she replied, staring back down at her pistol. “You mean a date?” Roy asked, seeing her face blush deeply.

 

“Lets go, I know a good Italian restaurant,” He suddenly said, cupping her chin and pulling her face up to look at his. “Unless of course, you don't want to go?” he continued.