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Chapter Six Of Sharpshooter and The Ice Princess

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Chapter Six “No Satisfaction.”

“Hawkeye, you can’t be serious, you’re going to the ball with Archer? THE Ice Princess?” Maria Ross said, giving Riza a disbelieving look. Riza sighed, and shook her head.

“You haven’t had the chance to work him, Lieutenant. He’s actually…well… Okay, I admit he is a bit of a arrogant snob, but he gets his work done, and he’s honest.” Riza said, giving Archer the best defense she could. Maria scoffed and shook her head sadly.

“He brainwashed you! I thought you were hell bent on helping Colonel Mustang become Fuhrer.”
“Well…things change.”
“I thought you loved Colonel Mustang?”
“He changed…he doesn’t need me any longer. He made that clear with my transfer.”
“He didn’t mean that. He misses you.”
“Lieutenant, don’t.”

Riza stood up and pushed her loose hair back. “I have to go back to Headquarters. I forgot to file something.” She said quickly, leaving Maria behind in the park. “I’ll see you at the ball Saturday!” she heard Maria yell after her. She waved her hand in the hair, and pulled her coat closer around her.

She hated thinking about him. How she had devoted her entire life to just one man. Then he’d tossed her over to someone else. Thankfully that somebody that appreciated her hard work. She was sure Roy had appreciated her hard work; he just hadn’t been smart enough to know that she cared for him deeper. Everyone else had known, for god’s sake. Maybe part of her still cared for him…just a little. If only she knew how he felt about her, maybe then she’d be able to move on.

She slipped quietly into the office, not wanting to disturb anyone as she quickly made her way to her office. It felt weird being in H.Q. without her uniform on. She went to her desk, and flicked through the files quickly, biting her lower lip as she found what she was looking for.

“Lieutenant, what are you doing?” a cool voice came from the Colonel’s door. She jumped, and looked over, looking like a deer in the headlights herself.

“I was…I’m…I forgot to file this file in it’s proper place, and it’s been bugging me all day.” She said quickly, stumbling on her words. So unlike herself. It’d only been a week ago that this man in front of her had complimented her beauty and kissed her hand.

A smirk tugged on his lips as she said this, and he crossed his arms. “We’re alike, did you notice? Can’t stand to have something out of place, ever. It’s annoying to me.” He said, striking up small talk. All part of his master plan, he assured himself. Riza nodded silently, going over to the filing cabinet in the corner and filing the file away.

“Now that that’s out of my system, I can enjoy the rest of my day off.” She said, going towards the door when he stopped her. By grabbing her hand.

“Just one second, lieutenant.” He murmured. ‘No, stop now.’ He warned himself. He had a battle raging inside him. He lusted for this woman. He’d NEVER had such a lust for anything before. EVER. He knew the rules, the protocol, everything. Yet he was ready to throw it all away and just screw her. ‘But you can wait, wait until the right time, then the final pieces to the plan will fall in and Mustang will be gone, and you’ll be in the hot seat.’ His common sense told him.

“Is there something you wanted, sir?” she asked in a calm voice, though inside her common sense was telling her to put her guard up. But those eyes of his…there was something in them. “I just wanted to make sure…make sure that you had everything you needed for the ball Saturday.” He said, fighting the urge to lean down and kiss those luscious lips of hers.

“Yes, I do. Thank you.” She said, starting to leave again, but his hand held her fast. He was stronger than she thought. “I’ll be picking you up at 7. Please be prompt, I don’t like waiting.” He said, his eyes boring into hers.

“Neither do I, Colonel.” She replied, her voice a faint whisper as she realized how close he was. ‘Reckless, reckless, reckless!’ his mind roared as he pressed his lips against hers softly, their warmth inviting. Her eyes widened, his lips weren’t cold at all! They were actually kind of warm, yet they had a certain coolness to them. She closed her eyes and pulled back quietly.

“I think I should go. We need to keep our jobs if you want to become Fuhrer.” She whispered her eyes glazed over. Her mind was blurred, and she needed to get away and think. Before another mistake happened.

“Yes, you’re right of course. I’ll see you tomorrow morning.” Frank said, clearing his throat, his control slipping back into place quickly. She nodded, slipping back out of the office, her blond hair following. Frank marched back to his office and threw himself into his chair, angry with himself. ‘How could you loose all control like that?! How could you be so reckless! Somebody could have walked in!’ his conscience roared at him.

He took a few deep breaths to calm his nerves. He need to be in control of this. He wasn’t going to let his hormones take over him every time he got close to her. That wouldn’t be good for Saturday. Though it did help his plans. He would treat Riza like Mustang never treated her. He’d give her what she wanted, what she deserved. A real man. And he’d get what he wanted from her. A good fuck, and loyalty to help him get the Fuhrer’s chair.


Riza laid down in her bed to take a nap, but found herself tossing and turning. Her lips still burned from his kiss. She let out a sigh in frustration, and closed her eyes. She was falling into a trap, and she knew it. But did she really have any other choice? Yes, but Roy had denied her. Frank…Frank was practically offering her everything. And that’s what she wanted.

Just after she finished putting her earrings in, the doorbell rang. She glanced at the clock and smiled, walking to the door. “Right on time.” She said, opening the door, and grabbing her wrap. But he stood, staring.

“Colonel?” she asked softly, ready to giggle as he stare at her in amazement, looking her up and down. (Remember the dress from last chapter? Yeah, Frank LIKES it, A LOT. LOL)

“You look astounding tonight, Lieutenant.” He said, gathering his wits back together. “Actually, no words describe the way you look tonight.” He said smoothly, coolly. She flushed red for a minute, and took his hand as he helped her to the car.

“Thank you, sir.” She said modestly. “Please, tonight let’s be on a first name basis, Riza.” He said, opening the door for her. He was doing everything a perfect gentleman should, and she was impressed.

“Runa’s going to be there, isn’t she?” Riza grumbled as he started the car and began to drive. “Now, now. I’ll make sure we stay on the dance floor as much as possible after dinner. And we’ll sit at full table.” Frank assured her with a chuckle. “Good. The further away I am form her the better. I’m going to kill her someday, Frank.” Riza said confidently. He laughed again, making a right-hand turn.

“You don’t look so bad yourself, you know…dressed in full uniform.” Riza stated a few minutes later. “Why thank you. I try.” Frank said smirking. ‘Just as arrogant...’ Riza thought, looking back out the window. She was going to try to ignore Roy Mustang as much as possible tonight. She had made her decision. And she chose Frank. He was offering so much, and she wanted it.

As they entered the enormous ballroom, half of the military was already there. Most of the General’s and other higher-ranking officers were in attendance, and Mustang and his crew were lounging in chairs with their dates. It actually surprised both her and Frank that they even had dates.

“Just act natural.” He murmured in her ear when he sensed her falter at his side. She looked up at him, and gave him a slight smile. “May I show you off?” he asked a moment later, leading her towards the generals. And right past Mustang and the others.

“If you must.” She played along coyly. She didn’t miss the fact that half the men in the room were already staring at her. Now she was thankful for choosing the dress she wore now. She really was a knockout. She wore her hair down, but the edges were pinned back with the diamond clips to accentuate her lovely facial features.

“Gentlemen, may I introduce to you my lovely date. First Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye.” Frank announced to the Generals and The Fuhrer. (They were all at the same table with their dates) “There she is! I always knew you were beautiful, Miss Hawkeye.” One of them said, and she put on a fake blush, thanking him in a murmur, looking down modestly.

He continued to talk to them for a few minutes before bidding them a good night and moving off with Riza on his arm. “There now. You made quite an impression on them.” He murmured in her ear as they made their way towards Mustang and his lot.

“So I noted.” She whispered as they stopped in front of the rivals.

“Archer, Riza.” Mustang said, sipping his champagne.
“Lieutenant Hawkeye if you don’t mind, Colonel Mustang.” Riza said simply.
“Since when?” Falman looked up quickly.

Riza looked over at Frank, locking eyes with him. She was ready to break the news. “Since I decided to take my loyalty elsewhere. The truth is, I am the sharpshooter and I choose the Ice Princess. That’s how this story of ours really ends.” She stated clearly.

Roy looked at her, his eyes wide. He was too late, he was going to tell her tonight that it had all been a mistake…but he was too late. She’d chosen, now her signature on that document to frame Frank meant nothing. Everyone around him looked surprised too.

“I don’t understand.” Armstrong said, his sparkles gone.

“I can’t make it any clearer. Colonel Archer has offered me everything I could ever dream of. And I know where my place will be when he becomes Fuhrer.” Riza said, her voice cold. Frank smirked, and shrugged at their shocked looks.

“I guess we know whose the better man, Mustang. I guess we know who’s going to win in the end. Don’t worry. I’ll take good care of your queen…I mean my queen.” Frank said his voice laced with ice and glee. You could see his happiness in his eyes. Riza smiled up at him as they walked away.

“Good job. You did it with grace, Riza.” He said, patting her hand. She groaned as they heard Runa’s voice squeal.

“Frankie! What are you doing?” she said, suddenly standing in front of them. “Making a fashion statement.” He said sarcastically. “How is bringing Hawkeye to the ball a fashion statement? Love your dress, Hawkeye.” She said, her ADD coming through.

“He was being sarcastic, brunette.” Riza said icily, her eyes fiery. “If you’ll excuse the Lieutenant and I.” Frank said quickly, sensing danger. He guided Riza over to a table that was almost completely full except for two chairs, which was perfect.

He pulled her chair out for her, and Riza noticed she was sitting right beside Maria Ross and Denny Bloch. ‘Great going, Archer.’ She thought. As he sat down on her other side, they both began to mingle with the others at the table. A few minutes later Dinner came out and the Ball officially began after the Fuhrer made a few toasts. In which it became apparent the man had already had too much to drink.

“Riza, would you do me the honor of dancing with me?” Frank asked a few minutes after everyone had finished their dessert. A few couples were already on the dance floor waltzing.

“I’d be delighted.” She answered simply, saying excuse me to Maria as he helped her onto the dance floor.

“Your eyes aren’t so icy tonight.” She remarked as they began to waltz. “I have you here with me. I can’t very well be cold to someone who’s already helped me so much.” Frank said, his tone soft. ‘Now that I have her…I’ll use her to my advantage. And make sure she gets what she wants. While keeping my emotions under control. I have a reputation to uphold.’ He thought quickly.

“You flatter me, Frank.” She murmured, looking down. His lips twitched as he noticed how well rounded her lips were. They were so close, no they WERE perfect.

“Judging by how many times we’ve seen those waiters refill the Fuhrer’s glass, he may die of alcohol poisoning tonight.” He joked, making sure no one else could hear him. Riza gasped, and giggled, following his lead in the dance.

“We have an audience, by the way. Mustang and his group, and pitiful looking Runa.” Riza murmured, casting a glance at the said people. “Let them look. If they put some jazz music on, they’d get a real show.” He said confidently.

“You like Jazz?” Riza asked curiously. Frank nodded, stopping as the music did.

“It’s the only kind of music besides Opera and symphony I like to listen to. Anything else is a waste of time.” He stated clearly. Riza nodded, agreeing. Then Frank got his wish, some jazzy music came on, and he smirked. “Follow me sugar.” He joked, spinning her out them back in and leading her about the ballroom floor.

She was breathless halfway through the song, but smiling. A real actual smile. Roy glared at them as he sat at his table, his arms crossed. “At least she’s happy.” Fuery said. Several hands slapped him.

“He’s angry.” Riza worried as she caught a glance of Mustang. “Let him. He won’t lay a hand on you. Or me for that matter…” Frank said, bringing her close and swaying for a couple minutes. She giggled as she saw Runa, fuming with her date across the dance floor.

“This is illegal.” She said, biting her lower lip as she smiled. “What? This isn’t fraternization. Just two people enjoying each other’s company. As far as any of these people know. If you wish, it could be more.” He suggested.

“Another offer to win my absolute loyalty to you?” she asked, looking up at him as the song ended.

“I’m going to give you everything that idiot didn’t give you.” Frank said, his tone hard. Then she knew. He just wanted to be better than Roy. But…there was something more in his voice that she heard that maybe he didn’t. he wouldn’t risk his career over just anyone. She let out a sigh in her head. ‘I’ll just stay on the ride for now. Screw it.’ She thought as he led her back to the table.

“I’ll be right back.” Riza said quietly as they reached the table, moving away towards the restrooms. Once she got in there, she leaned against the wall, taking in deeps breaths and exhaling them. She had to trust that she was doing the right thing. She was ensuring her future. She was making sure this country didn’t go up in smoke…

After she splashed some water on her face (she didn’t wear make-up, she’s Riza…) and dried it off, she straightened her hair and walked back into the ballroom discreetly, where she was grabbed by a pair of hands and dragged out onto the balcony.

She would’ve screamed if the person hadn’t kissed her next, she pulled away, almost falling into a rosebush. “Just what do you think gives you the right?” she hissed, looking angrily at her former commander.

“You can’t seriously choose him, Lieutenant. He’s an absolute asshole.” Roy said, his tone light and slightly pleading. She snorted, crossing her arms. “Don’t beg, it doesn’t look good on you. Havoc maybe, but not you.” She said, looking away.

“Why?” he asked simply. She looked down for a minute that was a good question.

“He…he doesn’t slack off, he’s always on task, he’s neat and orderly. He tells me that I’m beautiful, and he knows how to talk to me without pissing me off. He’s not as cold hearted and cruel as everyone thinks.” Riza said, trying not to give anything away.

“What about that Runa girl?” Roy asked. Riza laughed bitterly, her eyes glazing over with hate.

“We both would like to kill her. Or put her in the loony bin. She’s horrible. She never stops talking, and she fan-girls over Frank constantly.” She said, her tone scornful.

“You’re on a first name basis with him? Are you sleeping with him?” Roy asked, suddenly jealous and outraged. Riza glared at him.

“You think I’d just spread my legs with any man that comes along? Yes we are on a first name basis outside of work, and no we’re not sleeping together, but we want to.” She said, brushing past him to go back into the ballroom. He followed her in there, grabbing her by the arm and whirling her around, and kissing her again.

She pulled back severely, and slapped him, causing him to stagger backward. She had tears in her eyes. “Don’t…you EVER, ever do that again. You are nothing to me, anymore. You let me fall the minute you signed my transfer documents. You don’t need me, Colonel Mustang. I’d prefer it if you left me the hell alone.” She said, and stunned silence fell upon the entire ballroom as she spun on her heel, and bumped right into Runa, who shoved her off.

“Don’t you even start with me!” Riza growled, tossing her hair back as everyone continued watching.

“You took Frankie away from me!” Runa nearly screamed. Riza rolled her eyes and threw her hands in the air, ready to reach for the gun she had stashed under her gown.

“Don’t start your drama with me, little girl. His name is Frank, NOT Frankie. He doesn’t like you, in fact he wants to transfer you to the jerk that’s currently holding his cheek. That way we won’t have to put up with you anymore. The entire department hates you. I hate you. He hates you.” Riza said in a rush, her anger getting the better of her.

“You’re a liar!” Runa yelled. Riza almost let out a roar of frustration but she just closed her eyes and clenched her fists. Then a huge burst of laughter came from the Fuhrer’s chair as he broke out in laughter. He was beyond drunk now.

“I’m going home. This is absolutely ridiculous.” Riza said, walking towards the front doors and shaking her head. “She can’t get any satisfaction” Breda laughed out loud.

“If you’ll excuse me..” Frank said, standing from his seat and grabbing Riza’s wrap as he too, walked out the front doors of the ballroom. The Fuhrer continued to laugh until he fell off his chair, which caused everyone to laugh.

“Riza, wait.” Came Frank’s calm voice just behind her. She stopped in her tracks, and sighed, closing her eyes. She felt him put the wrap around her shoulders. “I’m sorry. I lost it back there.” She whispered.

“You had every reason to. Now you’re stressed and I can’t have it. I still need you in the office Monday morning. Though I doubt the Fuhrer will be in. His hangover will last a couple days.” He chuckled. She gave him a weak smile, opening her eyes.

“The nerve of him…the nerve of her…” she muttered, suddenly angry again. “You want me to go back in there and kick his ass, and have her accidentally thrown off the balcony?” he inquired. Riza chuckled herself, and shook her head.

“No…they’ll get theirs in the end. Right now I just want to go home and crawl into bed after a nice hot bubble bath.” She said, looking down at the ground. Frank’s eyes lit up, then he batted them away. Damn feelings. This woman had awakened emotions in him he’d long forgotten he’d had. Now there was a war going on in his head. He wouldn’t be rough with her…well maybe the first two times.

He growled inside himself, and thought about something else, anything else. “Let’s go then, it’s late anyways.” He said, putting a hand on the small of her back, which was bare due to her dress having no back at all. Her skin flared up, fire flaring up on the spot where his hand was. Suddenly she had a sudden desire, a sudden urge. But she tried to fight it as they got in the car and he began to drive.
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On March 28th, 2007 01:26 am (UTC), hana_kirigami commented:
WOAH! I didn't notice you released the new chapter already. I guess I've been a busy busy girl.

I'm so glad Riza told off Runa! :D She really should've let Frank throw Runa off the balcony, though, since I don't like Runa either. xD Anyways, I can't wait until I see the next chapter! Unless it has p0rn in it. *too young to read p0rn*
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