Theme 8: Black Hayate

Riza was walking back home from the grocery store with Black Hayate. Suddenly, Hayate began whining. Riza looked down.

"What's wrong, boy?" she asked him.

Black Hayate continued to whine as he pointed his muzzle at a strange looking shadow. Riza sighed.

"Pride. I can't play hide and seek with you. I'm busy."

The shadow glowed and Pride appeared looking very annoyed. "How am I supposed to torture you when you can predict every move I make?" he growled.

"I don't. You're just an obvious person," Riza retorted.

"Then maybe I should kill your precious colonel."

"…No. You might want to take a bath first." Riza couldn't help but chuckle.

"Why do you say… Oh no. On shoot. He did not just do that," Pride scowled.

Both eyes saw the scene. Black Hayate had taken this opportunity to relieve himself on Pride's shadow which dripped down his pants and on his shoe.

Outraged, Pride stormed away. "One day, Riza Hawkeye! I will get you back!"

"I'll be waiting a long time for that day," Riza chuckled. Then, she looked down at Hayate who had his tongue out happily. She bent down to pet him. "Good boy. You're a good boy. All that training worked! You'll get an extra treat today!" Hayate looked up at her happily. "And you even managed to pull down his fly in the process. You're a very good boy."