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Agent Hayate
A Roy Mustang and Riza Hawkeye One-shot

Roy Mustang casually strolled along the busy streets of Central City. He wore his blue military uniform underneath his favorite black trench coat, which had its long black sleeves falling limply along his sides. He looked just like any military personnel enjoying his break from his strenuous work life in the headquarters.

No one would have been able to tell that he was on a mission.

It was Riza Hawkeye's first day-off in weeks. She was in her street clothes as she casually strolled along the busy streets of Central City, balancing a bag of groceries in one arm and holding the leash of Black Hayate in the other. She turned a corner and caught sight of her next destination: A quaint, quiet café found in one of the less crowded streets of Central City.

She occupied a vacant table. She tied Black Hayate's leash on a chair opposite her and took a seat. She then brought out the book she had been reading during the past week. Eager to finish the story, Riza proceeded to read, forgetting the world around her.

Roy Mustang turned a corner and caught sight of his destination: A quaint, quiet café found in one of the less crowded streets of Central City. He found a small alley that had a view of the café. He stood there, stealthily watching a certain blond woman be enraptured by the book she was reading. Just then, a tall man with sandy blond hair slowly approached the table of the said woman. Roy's eyes narrowed.

"Good afternoon, are you—Ahh!"

Riza looked up from her book and found a Black Hayate angrily pulling at the pants of a blond man.

"Down, Hayate!" Riza stood from her seat, her authoritative voice calming down her dog. Black Hayate let go of the man's pants and growled softly.

"I'm sorry for the trouble my dog might have caused you," Riza apologized to the blond man, whose trauma was made evident by the shaking of his knees. He nodded and quietly walked away from Riza, clutching at the all the chairs and tables he could reach in order to support his shaking knees.

Riza watched as the man walked away, and shrugged. She took a seat and continued reading her book.

In a small alley not too far away, a victorious grin appeared on the face of the famous Flame Alchemist.

Underneath the café chair just across Riza, a certain black dog happily wagged its tail.

"Riza Hawkeye reporting, sir," Riza said as she entered the office of Col. Roy Mustang. She saluted her superior officer before placing a fresh batch of reports on his desk.

"Lieutenant, you brought Black Hayate with you today?" Roy asked as he twirled a pen around with his fingers.

"Yes, I left him to play in the courtyard, sir," Riza replied.

Later during break time, Roy Mustang made his way to the courtyard. He had his trench coat folded neatly in his right arm, an effective disguise for an important package he was to give to an important subordinate. The said subordinate was lazily lying on its side underneath the shade of a tree.

"Good job yesterday, Agent Hayate," Roy said as he fed the dog a few treats. "You had another interested party peeing in his pants. I look forward to your continued cooperation in keeping Ms. Hawkeye's suitors at bay."

"Woof!"

~FIN