A/N: An idea. Wrote it out, after a while of just entertaining it in my head. I'm not particularly sure if I like it, but I figured I'd post it anyway and see if anyone does.

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—instead.

Protocol required her to carry a gun, and that one was automatically aimed at his enemies, ones that they could or couldn't see. However, it was sheer vigilance and necessity that urged her to possess two more, hidden under the thick fabric of her uniform. All of whose bullets are meant for him.

The memory of that contract, from all those years ago, lingers between them in those moments where paperwork, ringing telephones, snooping staff members, or wayward alchemists somehow dissipated to allow silence. One that would not be filled, whether it is by idle chatter or mounting emotions.

After all, he was her superior first, and everything else second.

It was the only thing he ever asked of her openly, and the rest she did in accordance to it or of her own free will. It was also the reason she cannot get any more involved with him that she already is, because involving the heart would only complicate matters, and cloud her decisions. It was harder than it seemed, and only time told her that it was impossible.

He knew this as well, and was better at being aloof, so he kept his distance.

He was aware that he wasn't perfect, that can also be so easily corrupted as much as the next man, that his goals weren't any less prone to being twisted by maliciousness and power hunger. So he made her swear, on both their lives, what they'd both be dreading but is just as inevitable as him escaping sinless.

"If I forget why I wanted to be Fuhrer in the first place, I order you to be the one to take me out."

It was a burden, one that he trusted her to be strong enough to bear.

Turns out that he shouldn't have trusted her as much as he shouldn't have trusted herself. He was only human, after all, and humans fall.

Humans make mistakes. Humans get attached when they shouldn't have. Humans break promises. Humans think twice about giving up the ones they love at the cost of entire nations. Humans hesitate to pull the trigger, and it was then that she wished that she were something else.

Because even when he fell and succumbed to greed, she found that she couldn't kill him. It was one or the other. At least one of them wasn't walking out of the room alive.

So with a shrug and a snap of his fingers, he burned her up—

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A/N: Yeah, don't hate me too much. Leave a review?