Bullet Proof…I Wish I Was
Chapter 1. Everything In It's Right Place
It was a warm summers day in the city of Central. People were happy, enjoying the warm weather. Children used it as a chance to play games, whilst their parents sat on porches, cooling themselves down with makeshift paper fans.
Roy Mustang was busy leaning against the passenger side door of the car. Riza Hawkeye was busying herself by concentrating on where they were going. Mustang was tired; he had a long day, and was looking forward to a nice relaxing glass of whiskey when he got home. Riza Hawkeye glanced at him nervously, before awkwardly looking away. Mustang noticed the gesture.
'Is something wrong?' Mustang asked politely.
'Nothing colonel,' said Hawkeye quickly. Mustang opened his mouth to say something, but decided better of it, and stayed quiet. Soon enough, they reached Mustang's home, and Mustang got out of the car.
'Well, I'll see you tomorrow,' said Mustang, walking away from the car and across his front lawn. Riza dropped her head, hitting the steering wheel. She thumped her head against it, cursing herself.
'Idiot, why didn't I tell him, why can't I tell him?' there was a sudden knock on the window, Riza shot her head up, seeing mustang waving his hand to put the window down. Riza quickly wound down the window.
'Do you want to come inside?' Roy asked. Riza sat there, unable to say anything, 'you know for a drink or something,' he quickly added. Riza smiled and nodded.
'Sure,' she answered, getting out of the car. Mustang smiled, guiding her too the front door. He quickly unlocked the front door, letting Riza inside. She stepped into his home, taking off her military jacket and folding it in front of her.
'Here, let me take that,' said Mustang, taking it and hanging it on a hook on the left of the wall. They were in a small narrow corridor. Mustang awkwardly squeezed past her, walking into the front room. There were two couches, and an armchair, all seated around a small table. There was a fireplace on one side of the room.
'Take a seat,' said Mustang. Riza smiled, sitting on one of the couches.
'I'm just going to get changed quickly,' he said.
'Oh ok,' replied Riza. Mustang quickly left the room. Riza could hear as he rushed upstairs. She looked around the room. It was a small room. There was a bookcase in one corner of the room, holding many different books on alchemy. Riza smiled. 'It's all they ever care about these days,' she noticed a few pictures, a nice one showing Mustang, with Havoc, Furey, Falman, Breada and herself. She smiled as she remembered the time. She noticed another one of Mustang, standing next to Hughes. Her heart lurched as she remembered again that he was dead. She then noticed a picture, of a man and a young woman. The picture was very old, as it was in black and white. Riza got up, walking over to the photo. She took it off the case, examining it. The man was Mustang. A very young mustang, probably in his twenties. The woman, Riza didn't know. They were both sitting closely to each other, and holding hands. Riza's heart lurched again. She turned around, noticing Mustang standing at the door with two glasses of white wine. He had changed into a short-sleeved black shirt, and some blue jeans. He noticed the photo, his faced dampened as he realised the situation. Riza stared at him, tears swelling up in her eyes.
'Riza, I think you should sit down,' Riza obliged, sitting down on the couch. Mustang placed the wine glasses on the table, before going to the fire.
'There are some parts of my past, which you do not know,' Mustang said, placing some coal in the fireplace. 'Only one person knows this story,'
'Hughes,' Riza said automatically. Mustang turned to her, nodding, before turning back to the fire, and adding some logs.
'Who was she?' Riza asked.
'Jeyna' Mustang answered, 'she was an Ishbalan,'
Riza's eyes widened, as the fact revealed itself. This was a side she had never seen of Roy Mustang.
'Where does the story start?' Riza asked politely.
'On the start of the Ishbalan war, when our troops were first moving in. at that time, i was one of the many alchemists sent in as back up. Our battalion was assigned to the left wing. We were to slowly push the Ishbalans westward, out of the cities. That way we could fight them on open terrain and beat them. Our squadron was situated near the hospital wing… and that is were it all started…'