A/N: Sooo, I've recently fallen in love with Royai and this popped into my mind. Hope you enjoy!
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"Wait! Come here for a second…" she said as the rest of her team was heading out. She closed her eyes for a second, trying to forget the uncertainty that lay before them. It was a hopeless attempt, but helped her strengthen her determination all the same.
"I have to tell you something…" Her eyes searched though his raven fringe, trying to find his gaze. His eyes wandered, never meeting hers. He knew the meaning of her actions, and wasn't ready to accept it.
She grabbed him by the collar and made him face her. They were so close that she could feel his shallow breath washing over her face in a calming, constant rhythm. She let one hand clasp behind his neck while the other moved to cup the side of his face. Even still, his face was unreadable.
"I need to tell you that… that I love you. I have loved you since the first time I laid eyes on you. Even though I never showed it, I—… this may be our last battle together and I needed to say it. Please… Please come back home to me."
His endless ebony eyes were filled with understanding as hers were drowning with anguish. He took a step forward and rested his head on her shoulder, his silence being the only answer necessary. They lingered like that for an immeasurable amount of time. She could have stayed in that moment for forever, yet was almost desperate for it to end. Goodbyes shouldn't last too long.
Suddenly, a voice penetrated the stagnant air.
"We can't wait for you all day. We're moving out, now!" She acknowledged the command, however irritating the person commanding it was. The two broke apart from their embrace to make the concluding preparations for their final stand. When they rejoined the rest of their team, the journey towards the soon-to-be battleground in the middle of Central began.
"Hey, Hawkeye?" The same voice shattered the silence once again.
"Yes?" She answered without hesitation, compressing the emotions of before into the lowest expanses of her soul. In battle, emotions were only weakness and should be abandoned in order to survive.
"How come you never worry about me like that?" The question was meant to be lighthearted, but she could tell there was something more underneath it. As much as she wanted to scoff at his words, she was finding it very difficult.
"Well, Colonel, Black Hayate is much cuter than you."
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A/N:I was reading some stories where they just said vague things like "obsidian eyes" and "raven locks" and it dawned on me that Black Hayate had the same eye and hair color as Roy. It made for some fun fake drama, in my opinion. Reviews are most welcome! :D