Do You…?
One-Shot
A.N/: I wrote this on a whim. There seems to be a lot, and I also happen to be stressed right now, and I always write something or other when I'm stressed. (Hence the birth of my three most popular stories) This is written from Riza's POV, if I tell you guys this now, then I won't have to put RIZA'S POV. I don't feel like it.
Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist, in fact… I don't even I own the theme, it's been used too many times, for so many different fandoms.
I hate them. I hate them, I HATE THEM.
I really don't, but they have no right to put me into this idiotic foolishness. I never should have showed them those pictures. They have black-mail potential.
They're standing behind the door; I know they are, eavesdropping. Even the subordinates.
Havoc, Sciezcka, Ed, Al, Falman, Breda, Bloch, Maria, and Hughes. They're all there making sure I will do it. Curse them.
"You said you wanted to ask me something Hawkeye." Mustang said. He was sitting behind his desk, staring at her with those gor--
NO, I will NOT be over come by these feeling of l--
I will not even think about it.
"Yes sir, I did." I replied.
"Well?" he asked. I took a deep breath. I looked at him. He seemed tense. He probably thought I was going to shoot him. Well, he's in for a surprise…
"Roy…" I said, drawing out his name for as long as I could so I hold off asking it for a while longer. He seemed a bit taken aback that I used his name. He leaned forward in his chair.
"Yes?" he asked. I breathed deep.
"Do you think I'm pretty?" I stared at him. He stared back. I started to get lost in those black deep s--
Not again, I will NOT get lost in his eyes… No matter how unbearably hot they are.
"Compared to the women I've dated? No, Riza, I don't think you're pretty." He said, putting emphasis on her name. I felt the pang of rejection, and it hurt. I breathed again.
"Do you want to be with me forever?" I asked. We were still staring. We haven't blinked. Not once, not since I asked the first question.
"No, Riza, I don't. I don't want to be stuck with the same woman forever, especially someone who points guns at me when I don't do something." I felt that pang again. My eyes are starting to water. But I will not show--
One more question. And it will be over when I ask it.
"Would you cry if I left?" I asked.
"No, I wouldn't. Real men don't cry."
There, that final pang. They overflowed. I turned around, but I'm sure he saw it. I went to the door. It seemed longer than usual. Usually, I'd just have to turn around. Just a few steps. But, it seemed like an hour. A horrible hour.
I'm at my apartment now. It's raining. The day went by slowly. But R--
The Colonel didn't come out of his office. The day went by quietly. Everyone gave me sympathetic (and guilty) looks when they thought I wasn't looking. I wasn't, but I could feel it.
Somebody's knocking on the door now. It's raining harder. I opened the door--
It's Ro--
The Colonel, he's soaked. I stepped aside to let him in. He shook his head. His hands were clasped behind his back.
"Sir?" I asked. What was he doing? He was going to get himself sick, and then he'll give himself even more paperwork, which will result in my shooting him to get him to do something, which will remind me of what h--
"Riza." He said, breathlessly. I looked at him, I looked away. I didn't know where to look, since the doorway was pretty limited when it came to looking at things. I decided to look at him.
"I don't think you're pretty, I think you're beautiful." My eyes widened. I stepped out and into the rain. Ro--
The Colonel stepped backwards to let me out. I don't know what came over me; I guess it's those chick-flicks Gracia and Sciezcka keep making me watch with them.
"I don't want to be with you forever, I need to be with you forever." He came close to me then. This time he whispered…
"I wouldn't cry if you left me, I'd die." He stepped back. He chuckled. "And I mean that literally too. I would die, without you to watch my back." I stared at him. I was speechless. Luckily, my mouth was closed. Rain water would have gotten into it. He seemed to remember something.
"This is for you." He handed me a rose. A single red rose. And that meant…
"I love you." Then he leaned in and kissed me.
I've kissed men before. My first kiss was a disappointing one. Just a peck. My first serious kiss was a slobbery one. The guy didn't know how to kiss. (It comprised of him sticking his tongue down my throat)
But this kiss…
It felt like coming home.
A.N/: I haven't used roses in a while. I tired to make it non- OOC as I could, but I don't know if I managed or not. Most likely, no. But this is a very satisfying story. I think, one of my best.
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