Pairing: Riza Hawkeye & Roy Mustang
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Fullmetal Alchemist.
She slammed the broad stack of paperwork on top of his desk, causing him to shoot up from his seat. She took a glimpse of him through her golden bangs and examined his face thoroughly; Eyes were squinted, pupils were enlarged, and his bottom lip was intensely moist. She knew it, he had been sleeping again.
"Get back to work, sir."
While she wasn't looking, he quickly brought his right arm up and used his sleeve to wipe the excessive drool off of his mouth. "Lieutenant Hawkeye, may I ask why my stack of paperwork has gotten. . er, larger?" She sighed. Why does he have to complain so much?
"New orders from the Fuhrer, sir. He needs them signed and reported back immediately," She said, firmly keeping her eyes on her share of the paperwork. Roy grumbled and grabbed his pen, slamming it down onto his paper and continued on with his work.
He's worse than Hayate, She thought to herself, trying hard not to yell at him for his obnoxious scribbling.
Sometimes, it is nearly impossible to keep up with the well-known Flame Alchemist, Roy Mustang. There are times when she feels as if she doesn't even know who he is, why he's here, or why he's so assured she will always protect him. Roy may be an arrogant and egocentric man, or even sluggish and lazy, especially when it comes to the countless paperwork he is assigned.
But he is certainly an incredibly vigorous, hardworking, and handsome man (It took her a while to get this thought through her mind), who, she believes, is capable of almost anything. He's also enduring and bold enough to protect himself; She couldn't even defend him during the incident with the humonculus. Just the thought of him almost dying sent chills up her spine, just sent goosebumps throughout her entire body. She couldn't see life without him, without Roy Mustang. So, a new question is brought into thought: Why is she here? Why, when she could be somewhere else enjoying her life as a simple woman, stuck here enduring the life of a military soldier? Or why, out of her own free will, did she choose to stick by this man's side? Why is she chosen to be the one to protect Roy, if she couldn't even protect herself at times? Why-
"Lieutenant Hawkeye," His deep, masculine voice interrupts her countless thoughts.
"Yes, sir?" She replies.
He puts his pen down and leans back onto his chair, plastering that devious, yet somehow charming smirk onto his face. Following his, she shifts her eyes towards the empty rack which had been full of paperwork only moments ago, then looks back at him. She just wanted to wipe that damn smirk off of his face with the whip of a pistol.
"Get back to work, Lieutenant."
None of those thoughts really matter, though, do they? As long as she believes in him, that's all that matters.
And she does.
Sorry if you think it's too short. It's just a drabble fic, though. There are more coming on the way, but it may take a while since school is starting now (and it's my first year in high school OH BOY.), so please be patient! Thanks for reading, hope you liked it.
P.S. It's my first fanfiction, so tell me what you think of it! :)