Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Type: Non-Yaoi—may have some light Roy/Riza themes here and there and some eventual Parental!
Story Summary: A collection of drabbles and longer chapters that touch on Roy Mustang’s live. Expect humor, angst, general stuff, etc. Originally written for </a></font></b></a>100moods, though not actually being posted there any longer.
Chapter Title: Target Practice
Characters: Roy, Riza
Prompt: No prompt
Word Count: 2,108
Chapter Rating: PG
- 21 -
The Mustang Chronicles
“Damn, that was a good breakfast!” Maes exclaimed.
He turned his attention back to his gun and after a moment he felt a nudge on his arm. Looking up,
“Riza,” he said in greeting before turning his attention back to his gun.
He heard her lean against the wooden railing surrounding the porch, then, “You know, the funniest thing happened last night.”
“Yeah, I woke up and looked out my window and saw fire down this way. I mean, it must have been pretty big if I could see it from my window.”
“You don’t say.”
“No. I already know it was
“You seem to know him pretty well!” Maes chortled. To this,
“Of course. I know everything about him,” she bragged.
“Oh really?” Maes snickered before saying, “Do you know if he wears boxers or briefs?”
With a grin, Maes said, “I think we should go shooting.”
“Can I come?” Riza asked.
“I don’t think your father would approve,”
She shrugged. “He won’t know unless someone tells him.”
“Okay, fine,” he said, cutting her off. This was as good of a time as any to pay her back for what she’d done for him anyway. Then he wouldn’t feel like he had a debt to her that hadn’t been paid.
“Oh, you know... I just forgot,” Maes said with a frown
Maes gave a helpless shrug and looked at Riza. “You don’t mind, do you?”
“It’s not fair,” Riza complained unhappily.
“But he said that I could use it!” She did not sound happy, but there was no way he was giving in.
“That’s right; he said you could use it. He didn’t say you could carry it there.”
“Oh and letting you carry it would be safer?” she taunted.
He started walking again and growled, “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means that if you’re so responsible then why did you think you had to prove yourself?” she asked.
“Roy Mustang! You take that back! I’m a good cook and you know it!”
Turning off the road into the junkyard,
Standing a good ways off,
“Okay, so... you need to hold the gun like this,” Roy explained as he moved her hands to the right places and brought the gun up where it needed to be relative to her body. “Okay?” he asked.
She nodded and said, “Okay...” Her voice sounded a little breathy, but he supposed she was just nervous about shooting a gun for the first time.
“Now, you need to have a good stance. You could be knocked off balance if you don’t,” he explained before reaching down and moving her legs. He stood back and glanced at her before drawing his own gun. “Like this,” he said, showing her. Her eyes wandered over his body before she nodded and adjusted herself.
“Do you want to go first?” he asked. He didn’t want her to be intimidated by the fact that he was better than her. Not that he was really great, but this was her first time.
“Uh...” She looked nervously at the bottles, then at him. “Can I see you do it first?” He nodded and moved a little away from her. Readying himself, he took aim and fired.
“You missed,” Riza said after a moment.
He glared at her, but she simply raised an eyebrow. With an irritated sigh,
She grinned and made a sign of approval with her hand. He shot a few more times, hitting a couple more bottles, before he gestured that it was her turn. They traded places and he watched as she readied herself. Licking her lips, Riza carefully aimed the gun before nervously squeezing on the trigger. A loud gunshot rang out and the gun bucked in her hands causing her to step back a little.
“You alright?” he asked starting back toward her, but she only nodded and waved him off. Again she raised the gun. Her lips pressed together and focused hard. This time when she squeezed the trigger, she stayed in one place.
In the end, Riza didn’t hit a single bottle. After the last shot was fired, she stood there, looking almost dejected, before finding a place to sit down. He watched as she held the gun in her hands and stared down at it.
“You’re worse with the gun than you are with flame alchemy,” she said. “That’s not saying much since you suck with that too.”
“Hey!” he crowed. He’d been trying to be nice!
Turning her head to gaze up at him, Riza gave him a serious stare. “Which one will you rely on to keep you safe?” she asked solemnly.
He returned her stare for a moment before sitting down beside her. “Probably flame alchemy,” he answered truthfully. “I want to become a State Alchemist and they usually rely on their alchemy more than stuff like guns or knives.” He paused. “Sometimes they rely on others to back them up too.”
“Oh...” she said and looked back down at the gun. “Who will protect you?”
She frowned and her face took on a gravity that almost made him want to console her. “He doesn’t know enough about you to protect you. I mean... You’re stubborn and stuff... He doesn’t seem like the type that can handle you...”
“Thanks a lot...” he muttered.
“I mean it!” she said forcefully, then with a softer tone she said, “But I know you...” She glanced down at the gun in her hands and her grip tightened on the weapon. “I will protect you...”
When she looked back up at him he could see that her eyes were moist. “I will! One day I’m going to be the best shot ever and...”
“I don’t think you’re father will let you practice,”
“He will,” she said stubbornly. “And I’ll join the military too.”
“You have to be at least sixteen to join,” he explained.
“I can wait,” she said. “You just have to promise to stay out of trouble until then.”
He frowned. The thought of having Riza trail him everywhere wasn’t exactly a thrilling prospect, but it wasn’t that thought that was on his mind right now.
“Riza, I’m... I’m touched; really I am, but...” He plucked the gun from her hands and held it tightly. He really was touched that she would care so much... “A gun is a weapon meant to kill people. Being a soldier also means that you’ll need to kill people if you’re ordered to. You don’t want that, do you?”
“Well... no, but...”
He reached over and held her hands in his. “These hands aren’t meant to kill, Riza...”
“And yours are?” she cried, snatching her hands away and wiping her eyes.
“I can take care of myself. Besides, if your father knew that you were joining the military because of me, I don’t think you’d have to worry about me getting killed in the line of duty,” he said wryly.
Instead of answering him, Riza simply stared down at her hands and sniffled softly. Unsure what to do now that would make her cheer up,
“Hey, Riza,” he called with a grin. “What do you say we just get all the bottles all at once?”
When she looked up,
He heard an exasperated sound near him and looked over to see Riza standing next him with a small smirk.
“See!” she said, pointing. “That is why you need someone like me around. I don’t need to protect you; I need to protect helpless civilians from your stupidity and carelessness!”
Throwing her hands in the air, Riza started walking away from him as she shook her head. He let his grin slip into a bland smile and started to follow her. He knew this would help her get herself together. That’s why he would never tell her that he’d actually aimed for the trash heap at the end, and not the last bottle at all.