Everything You Want

Somewhere there's speaking

It's already coming in

Oh and it's rising at the back of your mind

You never could get it

Unless you were fed it

Now you're here and you don't know why

But under skinned knees and the skid marks

Past the places where you used to learn

You howl and listen

Listen and wait for the

Echoes of angels who won't return

Chorus

She's everything you want

She's everything you need

She's everything inside of you

That you wish you could be

She says all the right things

At exactly the right time

But she means nothing to you

And you don't know why

You're waiting for someone

To put you together

You're waiting for someone to push you away

There's always another wound to discover

There's always something more you wish he'd say

Chorus

But you'll just sit tight

And watch it unwind

It's only what you're asking for

And you'll be just fine

With all of your time

It's only what you're waiting for

Out of the island

Into the highway

Past the places where you might have turned

You never did notice

But you still hide away

The anger of angels who won't return

Chorus

I am everything you want

I am everything you need

I am everything inside of you

That you wish you could be

I say all the right things

At exactly the right time

But I mean nothing to you and I don't know why

And I don't know why

Why

I don't know

--Vertical Horizon, “Everything You Want”

XXX

That song is sad. Pure and simple, it’s a sad song, meant to make you feel bad because you’re not good enough for the person you love. Of course, such depressing stuff doesn’t work on me.

I’m a Lieutenant in the state military… surrounded by guys. Day and night, I put up with their manly crap and testosterone. A girl’s paradise, right? Hardly: like I said, I put up with their manly crap and testosterone. Boys will be boys, but when grown men still act like immature idiots who are still amazed by their anatomy, you quickly realize they’re not worth it.

Well, most of them… I will admit, that not all guys are bad, no matter how much I will try and convince you and have tried to convince myself through out the years. No, every now and then you’ll find a good one, rare though they are. Those are the ones to hold on to. I wish I had fallen for one of those… yet, I fall in love with an immature idiot who is so selfish Narcissus would be put to shame. I think it would kill him to think of anyone but himself, even caring for one of the dozens of girls he dates would smash his visions of self-grandeur. Although, I would rather smash that vision myself.

So by now you can probably guess whom I love; everyone else can. Everyone but the idiot himself.

Damn that Roy Mustang…

XXX

“Here.” A pile of papers landed on the desk, making a faint thud from the weight.

“What’s this, sir?” Riza Hawkeye asked, looking up from her own stack of papers.

Roy Mustang yawned lazily. “My paperwork.” He stretched as if tired from work, or really his lack of work.

Hawkeye shifted through the new stack of papers. “But it’s not finished,” she noted with a sigh, dreading the answer.

“Exactly.” Roy was now examining his gloves, clearly avoiding looking at the Lieutenant.

“And you expect me to do it for you?” Her voice held a tinge of ice, another thing Mustang was oblivious to.

He glanced at his watch, seeing the second hands tick by aimlessly. “I need it by tomorrow morning.” Time to go, or he’d be late.

Hawkeye sighed again, rubbing her temples. It would be another late night at the office spent doing his paperwork because he was too lazy and self-centered. Exactly the way she wanted to spend a Friday night. “You owe me one,” she told him, making a mental note that he actually owed her a lot more, but she’d get revenge someday.

“Whatever,” the Colonel said absentmindedly, retrieving his coat from the rack by the door. Hawkeye looked up to say goodbye, but he left before she could even get the words out.

Mustang had yet another date for that night and Riza had yet another date with paperwork.

XXX

“Here.” More papers tumbled onto her desk, all unfinished as usual. She didn’t even bother asking what the papers were; it was the same every week. Or nearly, since this week would prove to be different, to say the least.

Hawkeye simply smiled and straightened the papers, handing them back to Mustang. “Here.”

He blinked, confused at having his papers handed back to him. “What’s this?”

“Your paperwork.”

“But it’s not finished…” he practically whined.

“Exactly.” She stood up, revealing that she had changed from her military uniform into an indigo dress and high heels. Hawkeye had even put on a little make-up to complete the outfit.

Mustang brushed it off. “Nice dress Hawkeye, now when are you going to do my paperwork…?” he trailed off and then stiffened. He whirled around to face her. “Why the hell are you in a dress?!” Mustang couldn’t comprehend the image of Hawkeye in a dress, much less the one she was in now, that did showcase her figure…

She rolled her eyes. “Don’t act like you forgot I’m a woman.”

“I know you’re a woman but--!” Apparently he was more affected by that fact than anything, something Hawkeye found amusing.

Riza laughed and then sobered up. “If you’ll excuse me, I have a date that I don’t want to miss.”

Again, Roy was dumbfounded. “You have a date?!”

“Yes,” her patience was wearing thin. “Is that so hard to comprehend, Mustang?”

“Since when did you date?”

“Since I knew how to shoot!” And with that she reached up the hem of her dress and pulled a small gun out, aiming at Mustang threateningly. “Will you go on a date with me?” Her gaze was steely and resolute.

Mustang instinctively held up his hands. “C-Can’t we talk this out, Lieutenant?”

Her lips curled upwards in what appeared to be a smile, as best a smile there could be when she was holding a man at gunpoint. “I don’t think there’s anything to talk about—you’ve agreed to go on a date with me, haven’t you?” She jabbed the gun in his chest to reinforce her point.

Genuinely fearing for his life, the Colonel hastily nodded. “Where do you want to go—I’ll take you anywhere!” So out of character, yet strangely in character at the same time. The fear of death will do that to a man.

“I’ll let you pick,” she replied, lowering her gun and then returning it to a band around her thigh. “I like Italian.” Hawkeye walked around her desk and linked her arm in Mustang’s, leading him out of his office.

“Italian is good…”

XXX

“So Hawkeye tamed him, huh?” Lieutenant Breda asked.

“Sounds like it,” Havoc remarked, puffing on his cigarette.

“Do you think he’ll be alright?” a worried Furey inquired. “You saw what she did to potty train Black Hayate!”

Havoc paused, thinking. “Serves the Colonel right then.”

“Yeah, who does he think he is, making us do all his dirty work?!” Breda exclaimed, irritated.

“He thinks he’s a god or something. He acts like he’s the Fuhrer already!” Havoc grumbled.

“I heard she held him at gunpoint!” Furey practically squeaked.

“Did she now?” Havoc’s tone had turned nonchalant, a faint smile on his lips. “Looks like the Colonel has finally got his leash.”

XXX

In the weeks after he began dating Lieutenant Hawkeye, the higher ups at Central noted an astonishing rise in Colonel Mustang’s work and productivity.