Colonel Mustang looked at the sky with narrowed, sad eyes. He felt the world go blurry, and his eyes felt hot. "It's raining," he said softly to his lieutenant, memories flashing through his mind. Your death was my fault, he thought as he put on his cap and turned around. As the colonel walked away from the funeral grounds, he looked down in disgust, shame and a number of different mixed emotions. Who killed you? The thought in anguish. Tell me. You must know. Let me kill him. An eye for an eye, eh? Mustang thought, on the edge of going crazy. Let me see the blood of the person who shed your blood. Let me know who I need to find, who I need to hunt. I will avenge your death. You shall not be forgotten, Hughes. And as the two walked along the streets, Hawkeye silent the whole way, more rain fell on the young colonel's face. The sky turned grey.
(Well, that's it! I'm sorry if it was freakishly short, but I seriously had to put my thoughts down first. Liked it? Pls review!)
