The Only One

The Note

Mustang's P.O.V.

It was a thrill, I admit, I was telling everyone, but not really telling anyone. I had set up a riddle with only one line, but if it had a second everyone would know immediately. Maybe I just wanted attention, actually I did, but only from that one person. I had the riddle set up on the HQ's main billboard, it read:

I Roy Mustang have a preposition for everyone within the Military. This offers a slight reward of $200 to anyone who can answer correctly the following. "Which Military Blonde is the Mustang's dream?" My office will be open between 9:00am and 9:00pm for any guesses. You may only guess once, and you cannot share your answer with anyone.

Roy Mustang

Though it sounded cheesy, I knew no one would know, no one...

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The next morning around ten I heard a knock on my door. I set down my pen and called for them to enter. It was Kain Feury. I nodded my hello and waved him to a seat.

He sat and faced me, " I wanted to make guess, sir." He blushed slightly. I smirked and told him to go ahead, he nodded. " Well, I thought perhaps it was Lieutenant Hawkeye," He twirled his fingers. " She's the only blonde I know."

I bit my lip to hold in a laugh, and his eyes flared up. " Did I get it right!" he gasped, jumping from his seat. I shook my head, as he bowed his in disappointment. "Fuery she's not the only blonde you know." I told him. He put his thumb to his lips and sat back down. He looked up at me for a while but shook his head. I stood up and smiled again. " You had your guess Fuery, please excuse me I have work."

Fuery nodded again. Standing he turned to face me bowing in salute. He turned his back on me and walked waving his hand, while the other pulled the door, shutting it tightly. His footsteps padded outside the door, fading.

In an instant I was plunged into the silence of my office. But my mind didn't go back to my work, it went to the blonde, such a slim but still curving body, looked as though made of pure crystal (It looked that perfect). I felt myself tense and forced my mind to wonder to Riza Hawkeye. She was beautiful, yes, I couldn't fool myself into thinking she isn't. But I don't love her, I don't want her, no matter how beautiful, beauty isn't everything. She just isn't as breath-taking or heart-stopping as "my" blonde.

Eventually my mind did wander back to the papers on my desk. I managed to read through at least ten reports and assign a few new missions, for the alchemists that had just recently passed the exams. Just when I was starting on another report there was a tapping on my door.

I laid down my pen and stood calling for them to enter. The door swung open and revealed the blonde, Riza Hawkeye. I glanced at my watch, 5:52. She glided in swinging the door shut behind her. She was still in her uniform because her shift had just ended, she had a smile on her face. I had the odd feeling she thought it was her.

" Lieutenant Hawkeye..."

" Colonel Mustang," She interrupted," Of course, I know it isn't me, so there really is no need." she flung herself into the seat opposite me, rested her elbows on her knees, and her chin in her palms. For a moment she sat there looking into my eyes, an awkward silence fell over the room. She just sat there looking me up and down.

I looked at my watch again, 5:58, it seemed so much longer. She sighed, "It took me a while, after Kain told me it wasn't me. But honestly Mustang, Colonel, sorry, I have to say I always thought of you as a heterosexual. A man for the lady's so to speak" I raised an eyebrow, as she burst out laughing hysterically. "He eyes Lieutenant Ross like a love-sick puppy and you still like the guy?"

"Are you talking about Brosh?"

"Non other." She said jumping up and putting her hands hips. She tilted her head signaling that she wanted my answer.

"Why would I like Sergeant Brosh?" I asked her. She placed a finger to her lips and shrugged, it reminded me of a little kid. " Sorry Hawkeye its not Brosh" She shook her head and marched to the door. Before the wooden door swung shut, she waved her hand in salute. The door slid shut slowly and I listened as her footstep's, like Fuery's, faded.

Once again I my office was silent. I knew it wasn't late but I was tired, exhausted really. I fell back to seat and shifted though some of the work. Before seven I was able to finish over half of it. Sometime around eight I left the office, paperwork in hands, ready to present to the Brigadier-General. I walked somewhat hastened until I came to a corner.

Edward Elric, Full Metal Alchemist, had just walked around the corner with a smiling Hughes at his side. I knew Hughes wasn't really there but I wish he was, he could help me with this. Ed waved a hand, "Night Mustang." He said, continuing to walk toward the military's dorm rooms. Still as Ed kept walking Hughes stopped.

"When you post things like that note of yours, you have to try not to gape at the person. Especially when buddy buy Hughes is here. How do you know I won't go blab to everyone?" Hughes's ghost put his hands on his hips and shook his head. " I don't want to see that, I'm straight!" He shook his head again and placed a hand on my shoulder. "Just kidding Roy, I'm happy for you." The ghost faded and I was left alone.

I heard footsteps to my right and turned to see the man I was looking for, "Brigadier-General" I said raising my open hand in salute. I placed both hands on the stack of papers and presented them to the BG.

"Thank you Mustang" He said grabbing the papers from me, "Glad to see the note on the billboard isn't distracting you, you may leave early tonight, there's really nothing more for you to do here."

I said my thanks, and saluted again, before returning to my office. It really is quite in here sometimes too quite, so quite I can't help but think about things. That's all I really do all day, at least since the new BG rose up. I haven't been sent on a single mission, I just sit in my office and do paperwork, day after day, after day. It was getting old.

I flung my coat over my uniform and switched out the light. The door was left open so a thick beam of light came in from the hallway. I was turning to walk out when a shadow came across the door and the room turned black.