His Umbrella
(In this story Roy regained his vision while Riza was in the hospital)
Dr. Marcoh just left them, hiding the blood-red stone inside his pocket at the mere sight of someone approaching. He was gone and Roy Mustang couldn't be happier at his alone time with the sleeping woman.
He could see the bandage in her neck and even if the wound looked better, hidden under the white cloth, he couldn't forget the moment when her blood spilled to the floor or when she looked at him with such care, begging with her eyes for him not to follow the Homonculi's plan. He wanted to scream and slap her for such stupidity, but seeing how the light in her irises changed to a reproaching one, he could almost feel her hand pulling his ear and yelling at him.
He sighed when she turned, her face now hidden under her golden hair. He got up, ready to pull it away and see her cheekbones, her eyelids, her nose, her lips…
It was not the first time he noticed that her lips looked like they belonged beside, under, over his own… It was not the first time he stopped himself from touching her… However it was the first time the rain started falling because of her…
At first he didn't feel it, he was to absorbed trying to memorize her breathing pattern, but when he felt the salty drop touch his lips, he realized that his personnel weather had decided to change, even in the eve of a new and probably more hopeful day…
He wiped his face clean, not wanting for her to wake up and seeing him like that… it would be embarrassing to explain his reasons and besides, a future Fuhrer couldn't let anyone see his weakness… But she already saw him in his most fragile moments, when he would look into his hands and only see blood spotting his fingers, no matter how many times he tried to clean them… when he had to bury his best friend because of his own aspirations, and the rain fell for the first time in so many years… when he burned her, hearing her whimpers of agony, but keeping the flame alive nonetheless…
Yes, she was the one that was always a witness to his private hell, that always shouldered the burden with him, that always agreed with his feeble attempts at blaming the rain for his tears…
"I hate the rain…. It makes me useless… But there… it wasn't raining and I was still useless at saving you…" he whispered, finally reaching for her hand and imprisoning it between his own.
He felt her stir and for a moment he thought she was awake, but her breathing pattern calmed down and he soothed his tense position.
He wasn't ready for her to hear those things; at least he thought he wasn't… because, when one week later he found an umbrella over his desk with a note, he had to smile softly.
After a rain, always comes a rainbow and it is the most beautiful thing in the world
Don't worry about your rainy days; I will be here to provision you with an umbrella…
My first try at Roy and Riza, but since I finished FMA they turned one of my favorite couples ever (even if in the manga we are never sure... but we all know, right?) and I couldn't take this out of my head.