Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ The Life of a Military Dog ❯ A Bad Beginning to a Weekend ( Chapter 7 )

A/N wow. ~Stares in aw at reviews~ Thank you so much! Well, I must say I had a hard time typing up this chapter. Not because it was difficult to think up or anything, but merely because I've been rather stressed out and depressed lately. It's really hard not to make this into a really dark fic right now, hope it doesn't turn out that way!(Anime sweat drop) Anyhow, thanks again for the reviews, I feel so loved! I wasn't going to update for a bit longer, but you all made me feel guilty. Well, enjoy!

 

Disclaimer: I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist. If I did, why would I be typing up crappy fanfiction while eating crappy ramen and not being rich? Well?

 

“What?! How did you know?” Ed said, his face flushed with embarrassment. “Come on Ed, even in high heals you're to short for that dress. By about 3 feet,” Roy jeered. “Who're you calling to short to even see over his menu?!” Ed yelled angrily.

 

“Though I didn't notice it was you at first, those heels make you taller… or at least less short,” Mustang said, smirking. Riza came walking back, and noticed Roy talking to the woman. “Roy, what's going on?” she asked, confused. Roy got up, and grabbed the collar of Ed's dress, pulling him up. “Let me go!” Ed said angrily, flailing about.

 

“Want to know who the woman you bumped into really is?” Asked Roy, smirking. Ed kicked at him, as Mustang dropped him on the ground. The hat went flying, revealing his face as Ed sat there awkwardly. “Ed?!” Riza said in shock. Roy reached down Ed's dress. “Lets see what we have here,” he said slyly, pulling out a couple of lemons. “Hmm, didn't think you had grown breasts.”

 

“Hey, he's the one who made us come `cause he didn't believe me,” Ed yelled, pointing towards the man he had been sitting next to who was busily slinking towards the door trying not to be noticed. “Crap, this is awkward,” Hughes said, looking up. “I should have known,” Riza said, her face blushing a deep shade of magenta. “That the first time something goes right for me, one of you fools would come and mess it up!” she yelled, pulling out her handguns.

 

A woman shrieked at the sight of the guns, by now almost everyone was staring at the scene. `Oh god, I forgot we're in a restaurant,' Riza quickly realized, blushing an even deeper shade of red. “Please excuse me,” she said, putting back her guns and quickly walking out of the restaurant.

 

Riza left a note thanking Roy for dinner at his house, then left back to the dorms. “This turned into a big mess didn't it?” she said to herself, as she put on her pajamas and lay down on her bed. She soon fell into a calm sleep, one of the first she had had in quite a while.

 

“Thank god it's the weekend,” Riza told herself, as she got dressed the next morning. She decided to go shopping; she needed to get some groceries. “Excuse me, can I get by?” Riza asked. A woman with long green hair stood in her way as she walked down an alleyway, one of her bad habits. “Hmm? Well, if it isn't just the person I needed,” she said, smiling triumphantly.

 

“Excuse me, do I know you?” Riza asked, somewhat confused at this point. “Oh, I guess not, but I know all about you. I'm sorry, but I just can't have you running around while I use your form okay?” she said, smiling as Riza pulled out her guns.

 

She fired a couple shots into the woman's chest, thoroughly freaked out. “That wasn't very kind now was it?” she asked, her skin healing itself as she walked up to Riza. Riza held up her pistols, her hands shaking, her face glowing with fear, as the woman grabbed one of them from her hands and knocked her over the back of the head with it. Darkness consumed Riza's vision, as she heard the words “You can call me Envy,” and fell down on the cold pavement, and blanked out.

 

CLIFFHANGER!!! Mwahahahaha, I had to add Envy in there somewhere. I have no idea whatsoever where I am going with this, so it might take a while to update, sorry. I know, I know, it's really, really short, but I need sleep! On another note, Robertino's is actually an Italian restaurant, though it isn't fancy. I go there for lunch sometimes, they have excellent panini. In the last chapter, I spent about 10 minuets trying to think up Italian foods. I haven't gone out to eat in quite a while, so it's hard! I finished this chapter at 2:12 in the morning. Man I'm tired.