tampered | Log ; Ongoing

Log ; Ongoing

When; Early Evening, 19th June.
Rating; PG.
Characters; Riza Hawkeye,

flameroy
Summary; Riza has arrived (Finally!) and Roy is not taking any chances. He's been waiting for this moment for a while now, but in true Roy-style, it will probably not work out as he has planned in his head.
Log;

The words replayed in his head as he closed the lid of his laptop. He couldn't say that to her, he had to go and collect her. At least with everyone talking of dead bodies he had a good enough excuse to be a little on edge. Even though it was a cover for how he was really feeling. It wasn't long before he was out of the door, and literally taking the steps through the building three at a time to reach the bottom as quickly as was humanly possible. Though he had to hold onto the railings thanks to his lessened co-ordination.

The door flung open before him, almost as if he hadn't even touched it, and he ran towards the centre of the city, coat floating out behind him. It was quite a distance from his building to the fountain, when he thought about it. Roy wasn't really thinking straight though. His only thoughts were of the fact that he was running to Riza. Realisation hit him squarely in the head about three quarters into his journey, and he slowed to a speed that might have passed for a jog.

Where had this need come from? This ache? He had to remain chilled and calm. If Hawkeye noticed anything different about his actions she would soon pick up on it, and that would be when the questions would start to be asked. He sighed a steadying breath, but before he knew it he had rounded the corner that led into the open space before the fountain. The frown fell from his face the moment he set eye on his First Lieutenant, and he began to walk smoothly to where she stood.

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Riza fumed as she stood next to the fountain, still holding a bowl of soup she had brought with her into the City. That man. She should have tied him down to the damn bed to make sure he'd stay there. Though knowing him he would have found a way out somehow.

She was surprised when she finally spotted him. He looked completely healed. Well, except for that eye. Instinct told her to salute, but she reminded herself that this was hardly necessary.

"Sir," Riza said, her eyebrows furrowing grouchily, "I thought I told you to stay in bed."

He'd managed to get his speed, and thoughts under control by the time Hawkeye had spotted him. He wore a smile for a moment, before he noticed the bowl in her hands. Surely that could only mean one thing? When was the only time she had ever looked after him to that extent?

"Ah. Apparently, The City wishes to complicate things. Is that for me?" He asked, reaching out a hand to the bowl, mostly just to take it off her.

"I think you have arrived here two years before the time that I arrived here. You understand?"

Riza started to pull the bowl away until she got more answered, but Mustang's informing her of the gap in time was a shock. She blinked and numbly let him take the soup, trying to make sense of what he just said.

"Not... entirely..." she said dumbly. It sort of made sense. It certainly explained why he looked so much better. But...

"...So what should I call you now, sir?" Riza asked, protocol taking over while the rest of her brain tried to sort things out.

Roy smiled as she gave up the bowl, and he pulled it in to one side, cupping it with his left arm.

"I will explain in more detail." He replied, in answer to Riza's first comment. The second one was rather off putting however, and he stopped in his tracks, like some kind of wall was just in front of him.

"I was... hoping this wouldn't happen." He muttered to himself, head tipping to face the floor ahead of him. It was going to be so much more difficult to explain to her his actions, rather than have to hope she forgave him for what he did.

"Can it wait until we get to my apartment?" He asked, looking round at her gloomily.

Riza looked at Mustang in surprise, but nodded.

"Of course, sir," she said, incredibly curious now, but not about to press for more. Yet.

Suddenly Riza wondered if Havoc was from two years later as well. And Full Metal. ...Come to think of it, she had heard that Full Metal disappeared.

She was finding herself more and more clueless and it was beginning to irritate her.

"Lead the way, sir," Riza said, trying to keep the aggravation out of her tone.

He had to say, he was more than grateful for her decision not to press the issue. He wasn't entirely sure how he would cope explaining this all to her in the middle of the City, with a bowl of soup in hand, without the vague comforts of the place he had made his home.

He was also glad that Hughes was out.

The journey back to his building was a very quiet one, Roy only continued walking, checking very subtly to his side to make sure Hawkeye was still tailing him.

It took longer to get back than it had done for him, obviously sprinting made a lot of difference.

It was only when they arrived at Building #3, and Roy opened the apartment door that he readied himself for the onslaught of questions. He set the bowl on the kitchen counter, and sauntered across to the coffee table, slumping down onto one of the sofas.

"This is my flat. I share it with a lady named Cielo and Hu-- You ought to sit, Lieutenant."

Riza took a moment to look around before raising an eyebrow in surprise at Mustang.

"Why?" she asked, obediently taking a seat. "You're starting to scare me a little, Col-- sir."

"There is a lot I need to explain to you. I wish to get it out of the way as soon as possible." He said, looking up at Riza and locking his gaze on her momentarily.

"After, the incidents, after recovering, after learning that Fullmetal was really gone... I resigned from my position." He told, clearing his throat before dropping his gaze slightly. He must have changed so much, he hoped it didn't scare her too much. She'd said he was scaring her, right?

"I spent from then, until a few months ago guarding an outpost in the North. My left eye seems to show me nothing but the orders I carried out. I'm sure you're familiar with them." Another deep breath. Nearly over now.

"I was actually on my way back to central when I was brought here. There was news of Fullmetal's return, and an attack on Central. I intended to offer my skills. I was actually bothered you would have come from the same time as me, but upon reflection. This seems much worse."

Riza listened quietly before getting up and walking over so she was standing directly above Mustang.

"Permission to speak freely, sir?" she said, fully aware that she wasn't in uniform, but not about to let that keep her from being polite.

He was aware of the fact that she had stood up, and moved to watch her as she moved to stand directly above him. He actually had to tip his head back to look up at her.

"You've no need to ask permission, Hawkeye." He told, in as calm a manner as he could muster. He couldn't remember a time she'd been this close.

Riza nodded her head once and then slapped him. Not hard, just enough to make sure she had his attention.

"Snap out of it, Mustang," she said firmly. "You did what you had to do and might have saved all of us because of it. I won't let you brood over it anymore. After all, it's been two years for you."

She paused and her eyes softened slightly.

"Now eat that soup I brought you. Even if it is two years old."

He should have known that was coming. His eyes widened seconds before he recieved a palm to his cheek, and as soon as Riza's eyes softened, and he noticed they had done, he lifted a lone finger to press to his skin. He couldn't actually place into words how glad he was that she was here now, though.

It had taken Elena a bottle of Schnapps and a long discussion to make him think positive, yet all it took from Hawkeye...

"I think that should be easier now." He told, not exactly pinpointing the reason why it should be easier 'now'. Although, it may have been obvious.

"Ah. Food Poisoning, Hawkeye. I see." He stood to his feet, and placed a hand on the leiutenants shoulder. "Thank you."

"Good," Riza said, smirking a little. "Next time I'll hit you harder."

She pointedly ignored the fact that her heart fluttered when Mustang's hand went to her shoulder and cocked an eyebrow.

"Depends on what you mean by poison, sir."

"Just go easy on the eye." He warned, smirking as he let his hand drop from Hawkeye's shoulder. Although, he vaguely wished he could have...

"Right. Soup then? Not Poison." He told, shuffling past Riza and moving to where he'd left the bowl, he scooped it up. Lifting the spoon there to his lips.

"Still warm." He noted, taking a sip. "I forgot how well you cooked, too... "

"If you've been living on canned meals as the case appears to be, of course you'd think it's good," Riza said, dodging the compliment. "But I'm glad you like it."

Riza glanced around the apartment again.

"I suppose I should start looking for a place to stay, myself," she mused aloud. "It sounds crowded here. Who did you say you were staying with, again?"

Roy just shook his head in response to Riza's comments, moving to the sofa to sit down with his soup. He was certainly enjoying it, up until Riza broached the subject of Housemates. He nearly choked on his dinner.

"Place to.." He paused, and gently set his bowl down. "Ri... I transmuted the flat downstairs to join with this one. To create a sort of pen, for some... unicorns a friend is keeping." He coughed lightly, looking away from Hawkeye altogether. "The only other staying here is Maes."

"Uni--" Riza began in surprise, but what Mustang said next might has well have been a punch to the face. She stared at him in silence and suddenly became aware of the possibility that this could be some sort of bizarre dream.

"...What."

He smiled at her confusion, shaking his head slowly as he crossed one leg over the other.

"I couldn't believe it when I saw him either, and I knew that the dead can roam this City just as freely as the living. It's a very strange place here. There are people from many different worlds, and we have curse days. Strange things happen all the time, but you'll soon get used to it.."

He paused to look at her, lifting a hand to ruffle his hair slightly. "As for a place to stay... I would like to offer a room here."

Riza just blinked at him. This place was ridiculous. Though she supposed the fact that she found it in the bedroom should have tipped her off about that. She focused when Mustang offered her a room.

"...I don't want to cramp your style, sir. Especially if you're already living with two other people. ...And some unicorns."

his face fell dramatically the instant she refused his offer of living with himself, Hughes and Cielo. Although he wasn't sure how to insist without making it too obivious that he ~~wanted..~~ needed her around.

After realising he must have looked like it had just rained on his parade, he brought a smile to his lips, picking up the bowl again to rest it on his thigh.

"Hawkeye, you will stay here. That's an order." He hoped it would wash well.

Riza's eyebrows went up and she had to fight a smile.

"Yes, sir," she said with a salute. "I didn't realize you had missed me that much."

She meant it to sound teasing, but just by watching Mustang, she could tell that there was some truth to it, at least. If anything... she was glad he wanted her enough to speak her language.

He nodded once in reply to her, disregarding her salute. That would have to stop.

"More than y.. Uhm, Yes." He nodded once more, a little less composed than before, and busied himself with eating soup, and it wasn't long til it was finished. Standing, he cleared his throat.

"So, You last saw me when I was still recovering?" He asked, setting the bowl back on the counter between the kitchen and living room, before turning to lean against the counter itself. He was very curious actually. A lot had gone on between them in those weeks.

Riza was both touched and amused to know she'd been missed by him, but she didn't say anything.

"Yes," she replied. "And it was getting harder to keep you from getting up. And--"

She stopped dead, a horrified look on her face.

"Hayade! He didn't come with me! No one knows I'm gone yet!"

He was still smiling softly as he listened to her, his hands propping his up as he leant against the counter. The sudden change of expression on Hawkeye's face soon made him stand up straight though. Stepping forwards one pace before stopping. Just what was he doing?

"Ah..." He sighed, letting his hands fall to his sides. "I don't think there's anything we can do..." He muttered, frowning suddenly. Rendered helpless. "I'm sure he'll be fine though..." He attempted consolation. Lifting a hand before letting it drop again.

Riza started to give Mustang a withering look, but stopped. Had he just reached for her? And if he had, why did he stop? Because he didn't want to touch her, or because he wanted to and didn't want her to know he wanted to?

Riza stopped herself before she confused herself any further.

"...Right," she said awkwardly. "Sorry, sir. I'm sure someone will come looking for me and find him."

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