"So, what do you say? Will you marry me?" It was no joke, Roy Mustang was bent on one knee in front of a lustfully curvaceous woman, seriously asking her to marry him.
Hello! Another day, another failed fic. Or something like that. I waited for FMA to end before writing this, so yeah... I don't expect this to be very long, like maybe one to two more chapters. Awesome. Ok, well, just don't kill me!
A year earlier, Roy was in Fuhrer Grumman's office, receiving orders to look into settling back into central. Prepare for his turn at changing the nation. Gather more allies, catch-up on paperwork, make stronger political ties. That sort of thing. Roy knew that he should be doing that, but he felt that he was still needed back in Ishval. Grumman decided to pull his last two trump cards on Roy.
Grumman smirked at his old chess partner, victory in sight, "I heard that a real babe would be in central to visit her brother. It'd be a shame if I was victorious too soon..."
Grumman had his nuts in a vice and knew it. "Hm, it would be terrible if things were too easy for you...I suppose that I can stay here for the time being."
He had neglected to tell Roy that the supposed babe was actually the sister of one of his very own officers, but he hated pulling rank, especially on Mustang. Besides, he would find out soon enough, so no harm done. Roy prayed that the woman was worth it, but then again, Grumman would have pulled rank if he had not agreed to stay, and he hated being outranked, even by those he considered friends. Especially by those he thought of as friends. Besides, staying in Central would give his men some peace of mind.
A week after his meeting with the Fuhrer, a visitor came to HQ, seeking her brother, just as Grumman had predicted. She was healthy, curved a bit more than Winry Elric, and she had dark scarlet hair, like a river of fire and blood. It was bound tightly by thick cords, laced black, purple, and molten gold. Her eyes were pensive, the color of rain, wide with thick black lashes. She flaunted her body off in a jet black skintight turtleneck dress that was split at the hip. Combat boots completed her look.
"Ma'am this is an authorized area for military personal," Falman tried to intercept the young woman at the door.
She poked her head around him, searching for her older brother, "Nii-san! Nii-san!"
The spacious office, Mustang's last office last time he was in Central, froze, looking expectantly for the source of the female voice. The woman pushed past Falman and ran up to the desk of Roy's sloppiest officers, Heymens Breda. She glomped him tight, almost popping his head like a little zit. Everyone could only ogle and wonder how the two could possibly know each other.
"Raven, what are you doing here?" Breda panicked, scared of his little sister.
She laughed, "Oh, Nii-san! Didn't you get my letter?"
Everyone in the office could only ogle and wonder how the two could possibly be brother and sister. Well, if you really looked, it was clear by their red hair, though the shades were not the same, and the fact that he was large and she was no model. She had a round face, was about ten pounds heavier than Riza, and she was taller than her brother by roughly three centimeters. She wasn't ugly though. Sure, she probably wouldn't win Miss Universe, but she was striking to behold. Mustang would fuck her.
"What letter?" Breda looked through his desk for an unopened letter.
She rolled her eyes at her brother, "Dammit, just forget it! The bastard probably didn't even send it..."
He stopped shoveling through useless papers and frowned at his sister, "What happened this time?"
He knew that his sister had a terrible time keeping boyfriends. She could land them easy enough, it was just a matter of keeping them. Raven had the bad habit of either being too much or too little of something, not to mention the fact that she never ended up with a good guy. Slime balls, deadbeats, users, abusers, you name it, she's dated it twice.
Hm, Roy thought to himself, this should be interesting. He's went after enough of Havoc's girls, so he might as well stretch and try to bag Breda's sister. She was a vurnable mess, so if anything, he was doing them a favor by boosting her confidence.
That poor thing, Jean Havoc was thinking, Mustang will be after her for sure, and no woman can resist him...He had had his fair share of Mustang's dark side to know that no woman was safe or out-of-bounds. No woman at all, unless Hawkeye was around, then the woman's chances were a bit higher, but because Riza was on vacation and wouldn't be back for another two weeks...Well, Breda had Havoc's sincerest sympathies.
Well, fuck. They had finally seen his sister, and at a time when she was easy pickings...Breda regretted serving Mustang for the first time in his life. He's been shot at, nearly killed, been involved in a coup that had little success that could have cost him everything, but his sister, that's that what made him regret all his years of loyal service. He would never leave Roy, not even if he did get his sister. When he got his sister. Breda knew Roy, and he knew his sister. Much as he hated it, he had to admit that the day would not be too distant.
But that day didn't come. Or it passed by like nothing. Raven had began working in the office, doing all of the paperwork. She originally took the job to be closer to her brother, but by her third week working there, they had to wonder. In order to clear up any suspicion, Breda asked his sister if she wanted to join them drinking after work. Never having been asked that by her brother, she immediately agreed.
Raven, Breda, Havoc, Falman, Fuery, Hawkeye, and Mustang were all gathered around a back table at a seedy bar just outside of HQ. Riza and Raven almost instantly, after a spat in the bathroom that no one could explain half of the damage done, they had become very good friends. So naturally, they were sitting next to each other. Roy sat on Riza's other side so she could keep an eye on him, and Havoc was next to Raven. Falman had already left, and Fuery and Breda were debating heavily off to the side.
"So, um...Havoc..." Raven blushed magenta, "You...Uh..."
Riza leaned over the table, "I think the girl wants you to ask her out."
"What?" Roy exclaimed, gaping at the two woman, "Why him?"
"You mean why not you?" Riza asked him, crossing her arms sternly.
Roy looked at her as if for the first time. He had seen Riza angry more times than he could count, but he never noticed it before...Just how sexy she really was. She frowned at Roy, thinking how attractive he was right now. She always thought that he was a work of fine art, but now...Her lust was just animalistic, and it took all her focus to not rip his clothes off. Raven smirked and patted a small vial in her purse, turning her attention back to Havoc.
"I don't make more than him, and-"
She interrupted, "I don't care about the money. It's not the pebble, it's the penguin."
Her words were strong, if one knew that she was referring to a certain kind of penguin that mated for life if the female accepts the male's pebble. However, that was not how she meant it. She merely meant that it was man himself that mattered. And he got that. He was the first guy to ever understand one of her strange analogies and/or quotes.