To Make Him Jealous
Chapter One - Pit Passes and Plans
It was about two years since everything went haywire at the State Military and all connections with the Elric brothers were severed. Now the ex-Colonel was sitting in his ex-Lieutenant's small kitchenette on a sunny February morning. He was swirling a mug of steaming hot coffee in his hand while he waited for his so-called 'roommate' to emerge from the bedroom. He raised the mug to his face and breathed in the sweet aroma and heat. It warmed his senses on this cold morning so he took a sip. The warm liquid slowly moved down his throat, warming up every nerve ending that lay in it's path. He placed the mug back down on the counter and breathed a deep sigh of satisfaction. Behind him, he heard the click of the bedroom door open, gentle foot steps begin walking, then the click of the door closing. He looked down into his mug at his reflection in the dark, swirling coffee. His black mess of hair outlined his somewhat pale face. The black eye patch he wore over his non-existing left eye, was very bold against his pale complexion and it made him frown. These past two years have taken a toll on the ex-Colonel. Stress from the falling of the Military to relying on his ex-Lieutenant for care and support. He continued to stare into his mug as he listened to the gentle footsteps make their way past him and over to the stove across from him. He lifted his head slightly and watched the form of his ex-Lieutenant move gracefully from the stove top to the cabinet across the kitchen. Her socked feet helped her glide smoothly across the wooden floor as her long blond hair blew in the breeze behind her. She was in a particularly perky mood. The tail of her white blouse waved against her waist and her dark blue slacks seemed to brighten her overall look. Casual clothes were still a new thing for both ex-Military personnel, yet they wore them daily now. The ex-Colonel looked back down into his mug and sighed. The girl heard this and turned around to look at the man sitting at her small table.
"Roy? Is everything okay?" Her soft gentle voice ran though his head. It was still strange for him to hear her call him by his first name, since they were on Military names for so long. Without looking up he mumbled a reply. She walked over to him and pulled up a chair next to his. She looked down onto him, her amber eyes burning a gentle hole into the top of his head. He felt this glare, for he recognized it from the 'paperwork' fights back in his old office.
"Roy?" She put a gentle hand on his arm and he looked up at her. She smiled and he looked back down into his mug.
"I don't know Riza. I just don't know any more." He said, talking more to his coffee then to her. She knew where this was heading. They had this conversation almost five time in the past two years. She sighed and stood up. He was still watching himself in the mug when he felt her arms wrap around his waist. Her head gently came to rest atop of his. For a moment, they stayed like that. Time stood still as they sat at the table in a kind embrace. He wanted so much to turn around and embrace her, comfort her, let her know everything was going to be okay. Yet, he sat there, staring into his coffee, like she wasn't there. For Riza, she wanted to stay there, forever, embracing him and soothing all his fears. But that forever was cut short when they heard a knock at the front door. She removed her arms around him and walked away, around a corner and down a short hall to where the front door was. Roy listened. The click of the door unlocking and the sounds of the conversation to follow.
"Hello?" Riza's voice said as the door opened.
"I'm looking for a Ms Riza Hawkeye?" Came a man's voice unknown to Roy.
"I'm Riza." She replied. Roy, still in the kitchen, sat up and stared straight ahead, listening to every word.
"I have a delivery for you ma'am. Please sign here." The man said and then the scratching of a pen on paper followed.
"Thank you, ma'am. Have a nice day." Was all that was heard before the door closed with a click. Footsteps were heard walking back down the hall and around the corner then, approaching the small table.
"I wonder what this could be?" Riza asked herself as she sat down at the table and began to open the large white envelope. She pulled out the small contents, then gasped after examining them. Roy looked at her in interest.
"I won. Yes." Was all she said as she removed herself from the table and walked into her bedroom, leaving a confused looking Roy behind. Roy picked up the envelope and looked it over.
"NASCAR? Earnhardt? Contest winner?" He read over the envelope in curiosity, but found nothing of interest, so he reached inside and pulled out a letter.
"Dear Ms. Riza Hawkeye. I am proud to announce that you have been selected to win the pair tickets to this year's Daytona 500 in Daytona, Florida on February 28. You will be seated in one of Daytona's finest suites. Where you can watch the race in luxury and comfort while special assistants bring you all the refreshments you desire at no coast to you. You will have a perfect view from the large window or you can also watch it on the big screen TV that sits in the room. Along with the tickets, you also receive a meet and greet with the driver of your choice. You have chosen Dale Earnhardt, JR. and the meet and greet have been confirmed for February 27. Pit passes for both days have been provided for you and one guest. Plane tickets have also been arranged for your traveling to and from Daytona (please call to confirm your date of take-off with the air port) along with a limousine which shall chauffeur you from your luxury hotel to the track and back again. More details will be found on the enclosed sheet. Again, I would like to congratulate you on your personal victory of winning the essay contest. Hope to see you at the track and thanks again for being a NASCAR fan. Sincerely Bill France." Roy looked at the letter funny and put it back inside the envelope just as the bedroom door clicked open.
"Riza?" Came the shallow voice of Roy.
"I won." Was all she said.
"Won?" He asked.
"The contest I entered." She replied
"Oh." Roy replied, not really interested in the details. Riza made her way over to the phone in the dinning room and picked it up. She started to dial when she turned around and looked at Roy.
"You don't have plans right?" Riza asked, knowing that she still had to watch him for he was still healing. Roy thought for a moment about the letter he just read.
"Nope." He said and again went back to staring at his coffee.
"Good." And Riza continued to dial and then began making plans. About an hour later, the two phone calls Riza made, ended and she walked back into the kitchen where Roy was now playing with his cold cup of coffee.
"Pack for four days. Gracia Hughes will be coming over today to pick up Black Hayate to watch him while we're gone. We're leaving tomorrow at noon." Riza removed herself from the kitchen and re entered her bedroom where she began to pack.
A/N- Well? How do you like so far? If you know me, then you know NASCAR and Anime take up my life. So this is a story I just had to write. Please review. Constructive criticism allowed. No flames (Roy is the only one with that privilege)