Chapter 1: Secrets and suspicions
Hiya guys . My friend gave me an Idea to write this and well, now I think I
I'm a good writer, so I shall write a Royai fanfic! Enjoy!
I don't own the FMA characters or the storyline
A few things
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Italicsnotes/letters and flashbacks.
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A tall, slender woman with golden hair and honey colored eyes, dressed in a fine navy military uniform, leaned against the window pane, gazing down at the men at the shooting range. Firing off their rifles at the faraway targets. Pops and bangs echoed all around, slightly shaking the glass on the windows.
"You're thinking again," said a smug voice at the mahogany desk behind her.
She turned her head slightly, to face his back. "Sir?" she asked, blinking.
He turned around in his chair and gave her a smug smirk. "You're awfully quiet today, Hawkeye,"
"Am I not allowed to be quiet and think?" she half asked calmly, as she stacked the thin papers in separate, organized stacks on a small table. "Oh," He said raising his dark eyebrows. "That's perfectly, fine, continue with your work," he said closing his dark eyes, raising his hand, gesturing at her to go back to work. Afterwards, he picked up a black tip pen and began quickly scratching across the thin parchment, stopping every now and then to stare up at the blank ceiling and then continued to write. Whatever he seemed to writing, it appeared as something secret, like a diary or journal or some sort. He kept giving quick glances at the woman, as rearranged the papers. She slightly shook her head and walked past his desk and stopped at the front, facing him as he was over his papers.
"Sir," She said. "I'll get your paper work from the cabinet, that you've been putting off for some time now," she stated as she turned and made her way across the boarded floor. Her coal leather boots clunked against its wooden surface. She stopped at a dark green cabinet with a gold strip dancing around the edges. She placed a delicate hand on the brass knob and pulled it wide open, revealing all the secrets inside. She scanned the dark enclosure and pulled something from the back and closed the cabinet again and made her way back to the desk. "Sir, I have more-" she stopped mid sentence and peered over all the small trinkets and awards that were laid on the desk. "To the one I love?" she half asked, with a thin, golden eyebrow raised.
Roy jumped and fumbled around the desk, grabbing anything to cover up the secret document. "Sir?" she asked, calmly.
"Uh, um, well," he stammered, as water dripped down is brow.
"Sir, you're sweating and you're turning red. Are you okay?" she asked, reaching her hand out to touch his forehead. She placed her delicate hand on his dripping head.
"…Cause every time we touch, I feel the static," was heard, LOUDLY outside the door. A spiky haired male walked by, with a white cig clinging to his thin lips. He stopped and let his body fall freely against the light blue wall and started head bang to the fast beat song.
Riza and Roy gave several quick glances at the man and each other. Roy cleared his throat.
. "That was awkward…."He trailed off. "But…I-I'm fine. No need worry Hawkeye," he stammered. The woman looked at him with unsure look on her. "Of course sir. But, who is this love of yours?" she asked. Roy quickly looked around, right and left around the large office. /How do I get out of this/ he thought nervously, thoughts racing a marathon in his head. /What should I do? I can tell her it's to- No, that'd be wrong. All the books say keep it to yourself. What if? No I can't be thinking like that! Stay calm Mustang. She can't see you like this./ He cleared his throat.
"Sir, who is your love?"
"Uh…" He started.
"…Havoc!" Roy yelled suddenly, raising an "accusing" finger at the man outside the door, leaning against the wall, listening to "Every time we Touch" LOUDLY.
"…"
The woman turned her head towards the spaced out man."Havoc?" She all FTW like, she stood there, pale faced.
"Havoc!" Roy yelled again.
"…Every time we kiss, I swear I could flyy!" Screeched the man. Two subordinates walked back, giving him a strange look, as if was insane. Roy fiddled his finger in his ear. Riza rolled her eyes, raised a black pistol and shot past the man's ear.
"WHOA!" he yelped falling on the floor. He turned to the woman, with the gun still raised. She said nothing and carefully placed it in her holster.
Roy stood there blinking. "…UH…good work Hawkeye," Roy said as if he was in shock.
"Good work!" She could've killed me!" He snapped, quickly standing up.
"I didn't, did I?" Riza asked him calmly, raising her eyebrow.
"No…" he said slowly.
"Okay, so what's the problem?" She half asked, raising a delicate brow.
He was about to open his mouth to say something possibly crude to the Lieutenant when….
"Let's go down to the shooting range," Roy interrupted quickly, he said with a wink.
Havoc looked up. "Whoa man! I don't swing that way!" he yelped, as his cig clung o his thin lips.
Roy blinked and closed his eyes calmly and let out an annoyed sigh. "No, Havoc. You damn pervert," he growled, as white glove's threads tightly pushed together, as he clenched his fist.
Havoc blinked once. "Oh, my bad!" he said with a small childish laugh, scratching the back of his head.
Roy sighed as he ran his gloved hand through his dark hair. "Let's just go," he muttered smug like, as he walked out the door with his hand tucked in his pocket, holding something. The woman gazed down at his pocket, wondering. Curious to know what secret may be held in that small pocket of space. She shook her head, and took a small step towards the man. "Sir what about you pap-" Just as the words had left her mouth, the door shut with a soft click. "You never do your paperwork," she said to herself, with a small smirk. She turned and walked back to his desk and began rearranging the papers scattered across his desk. She looked up, out the window; watching the clouds, float by, like a slow race. Floating to their friend the sun. She smiled and looked back down at the desk.
"Roy, what was that all about?" Havoc asked, as clicked his black light with a silver striped clinging around the sides. "What are you talking about?" Roy asked, callously.
"Well, for one you made Riza think we were in gay relationship or something and secondly you're hiding something," He muttered, as a small light popped up from the lighter and jumped to the thin, white Cigarette, quickly eating away at it. He carefully placed in his mouth, with the smoke swirling out and spreading into the wide, indoor atmosphere. "You shouldn't be smoking inside. Smoke when we get to the bar," Roy sighed.
"Hm," Havoc hummed, as a white puffed leapt out of his mouth and disappeared in the air." You're avoiding the subject," Havoc sighed.
"Hm…Let's just hurry to the bar. If I had said we were going to the bar, she'd beat my ass," he said with a smirk.
"Whatever you say Colonel," he said. "Whatever you say," Roy's eyes fell onto his pocket. He gulped and pushed the door opened and walked out.
The sun had gone to sleep, after a long day of sharing it lovely sunshine to the world. The moon had awoken and was letting it pure glow fall upon the earth, making a blue tone all around. In a small room, a woman with her golden hair had her hair up in a tight terra-twist had her back to the window, was dressed in flannel rose pajamas. She pushed the last, clear pink button through the hole and lifted her head carefully as she put her hand back and took out a large, brown clip with white flowers dancing across it. Her long golden hair fell to her waist, she shook her treads. She held the clip in her hands and pressed it to her beating heart, She gazed down at it, deep in thought. As if the clip had put her in a trance.
"Hayate, why are you looking at me like that?"
A man with messy raven hair, dark blue eyes and a smooth, kind face smiled at her. "Because I just realized something about you," he said with a playfully smirk.
"And that would be?" The young girl asked, as she clapped her hands together playfully, as if it were a game was about to begin.
"You would look a lot cuter, with your hair up," he said with nod.
The young girl's eyes widened. "Ehhhh! Hayate!" she yelped, turning a bright red.
"It's true," He said with a nod. He carefully pulled something from his pocket and took the young girls hand, opened them t and placed a large brown clip, with flowers decorated on the edges.
"Hayate…."
"It was my sister's…. I want you to have it since I consider you as a sister," he said quietly.
She looked into his stormy eyes." But…" she started, blushing a slight rosy pink.
"Take it," he said, leaning towards her, staring into her honey eyes. "I want you, as your best friend to have it,"
"...Thank you," she said quietly, tearing up and suddenly threw her light, young body on the older male's body.
He blinked from surprise and patted her back. "Your welcome" he said with a smile.
Riza blinked and gave a small gasp. She brought up a delicate finger close to her eye, feeling a small puddle forming and clinging to her eyelid. "Why am I crying? I'm a lot stronger than this," she quietly to herself. "A soldier must never show their emotions," she muttered.
"Riza,""Hm?" The young girl, with shoulder length golden hair said staring at the man.
"Remember, if you want to be a soldier one day. You must never show your emotions. Your enemies will take that as an advantage," He said in a serious tone and gave her a thumbs up smirking.
She smiled and cocked her head, tossing her golden treads."Alrighty!" she said with a childish laugh.
He smiled and rubbed her hair, messing it up.
"Hey!" She fake pouted.
"Riza, you like so childish sometimes, that you look so silly," Hayate laughed.
"And you're a Meany head!" she said, sticking out her tongue playfully.
Riza smiled and carefully placed the memory clip on her oak bedside table and carefully climbed into her bed and pulled the plain blue covers to her chin. She let out an exhausted and reached next to her and turned off the lamp.
Darkness.
Darkness here.
Darkness when you sleep.
Darkness will come knocking at you door.
Forever locked with you when you pass.
Darkness lies in the past in all of us.
Secrets.
Well, that's chapter 1 ''. I know it's all eh…. But, please leave reviews! Even if I know you, please do1 I love reading them!
One pop culture reference here. I use pop culture references at times and if I do I mention what they are here.
"Every time we touch"-Cascada: One of my fav songs. It's about two people who love each other and well it's part of my theme of this story and it'll provide some comical situations later on.
Chapter 2 coming soon! (Depending on my schoolwork '')