A/N :Greetings, everybody! Nice to meet you all! I'm a newbie in and this fic is my very first fma fic. teehee.. so I gratefully yours!
Disclaimer : I dont own FMA.
Riza's POV
Cry.
Why the hell people here are crying on their own? About 30 students crying on that gloomy room. Some people sobbing at their friends shoulders, cheek wet with tears, eyes red. Even one of them fainted right after heard that goddamned news.
But what about me? I'm just sit here, glancing over the opened window, the rain pouring harshly.
Today, one of our classmates has died because of sickness. The doctor said his body cannot stand against the sickness. Uncurable, in other words.
"Hey, look that Hawkeye over there?"
"Yes, why?"
"Even that Carlos has gone, she just sit there silently, what a cold hearted girl!"
"She just don't have a heart, do you know when..."
My eyes scanning all over the room. I can hear some of them teased me about the coldness. About how-cold-hearted-i-am-that-even-when-her-friend-gone-she-didn't-bother-to-cry. I just bowed my head. Let them to keep bragging about how cruel I'am.
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I opened my eyes to see that Black Hayate lick my cheek to wake me up. I rubbed his head to see him barking and wagging his tail, a sign that he want a food, I wake up to get the food. I bent down to the bowl in the floor and filled it with some meat, Black Hayate eats happily while I lost in my thoughts.
That nightmare again... Why should I recall that bad memories of mine? I looked up to the alarm clock, 10.00 a.m.
I groaned. Thank God today is Sunday, so I don't have to go for work. Have some more nap wouldn't bad. I climb up the bed and closed my eyes. Suddenly I feel something strange.
You know? I have a differences that no other people treasure but me.
I can't crying.
My eyes just refused to let the tears down.
This started about when I was 6 years old.
--flashback--
Me and my mother are walking to get some home needs in Central.
We crossed the road very carefully. The traffic light allowed us to walk on that quiet road, but doesn,t mean the car would notice traffic light or something like that. A car running fastly toward us, and after that, I couldn't remember anything other from blood streaming harshly from Mother's body, and a fact about knowing mother was protect me, and then death take over her soul.
My wounds wasn't bad as my mother, so I can survive. But my eyes is the worst hurt. My eyes lost it's function instantly. So that doctor gave a bandage over my eyes until I ready to do some operation.
Then on the funeral of my mother, I can't see anything because the bandage prevented my blind eyes. The only thing I had in my head that time was to open the bandage and see everything just a bullshit, despites the fact that my mother has already gone and she just pretending about everything that already occur.
A months after my mother's funeral I got my eyes fixed, but only my eyes cannot pour any tears. Father told me that's nothing wrong with my eyes and tear duct, it's because shocked from the accident.
I dont have any tears
Therefore, I've got a lot of annihilation in my school. I remember in my 1st grade of elementary school, there's a word "The tears is salt" in the language handbook. The teacher said it out loud in front of the students in my class, "Kids, 'THE TEARS IS?'", "SAALLLLLLLT!" The students in my class continued. I bit my lower lip not knowing what to do, I want to cry but I can't, just praying the class would end soon.
--end of flashback--
I looked up the ceiling.
Right, after I joined the military, that problem precisely turn out helpful. I can hid my feelings when a war break and take over a thousand lives, I can pretending to be strong, so that my subordinates wouldnt worried about me and dont know that deep inside my heart I felt really awful.
knock knock
The knock sound in the door noisy enough to bring me back to reality. I got up from the bed, brush my hair quickly, drink some fresh water and catch up the door.
"Coming.." I said with sleepy voice. Who in the world will come without any notification? I opened my front door to meet his dark eyes.
"Mornin', Chuui, are you still sleeping?" He grinned
"Taisa, do you need something? It's Sunday, and yet you dont even told me you will come today.." I crossed my arms and lay lazily to the door.
"I just want to talk with you"
"Oh? About what? Is there any new crime?"
"Are you pissed?"
"No"
"Angry?"
"Why should I?"
"Then would you mind if you let me in?" He looked pleadingly.
I sighed. What did this taisa want? "Well then, come in."
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He sit at the sofa in living room casually while reading the newspaper he brought.
"Taisa, would you mind waiting while I take a bath?"
"Nuh uh"
"Okay then, there's a cookies in a jar, you can have some if you want."
"Wow, thanks!" Then I saw he immediately opened the jar and grab some cookies.
I smiled seeing him munching my homemade cookies while reading, then walked to the shower.
What did he want anyways?
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To be continued..
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A/N : Sorry for the cliffhanger and shorty, It's getting late and I haven't doing my homework yet.. If you review, I'll try to update faster. Anyways, I really glad that DNAngel vol.11 was already in store! w00t! I'll buy it tomorrow.. even it's still American Tokyopop version.. too expensive.. sobs oh ya! and if you dont mind would you visit my deviantart? my account is yuina-chan
Yay!
