AN: I wrote this back on Saturday, May 19th of 2012. This one was a more frustrating one to write, since it kind of...well, you'll see. I do not own FMA. Enjoy!
When Roy and Riza were assigned to catch a killer, Roy was slightly hesitant. Not just because the case put himself in danger but because it also, due to her involvement in it, put Riza in danger. Not matter how untouchable Riza seemed, Roy knew that, at any moment, it could all come crashing down. If anything happened to her, Roy wouldn't know what to do with himself. It would, in many ways, negate his purpose. Roy couldn't reach his goals without her. That much he knows. Yet, there they were, crouched against a wall near an alleyway, their eyes and ears watchful.
Roy peered down the alleyway. Nothing. No movement. Silence. Still...
"I'm going to go investigate to make sure the coast is clear. Stay here, Lieutenant."
Although Riza nods her head, Roy can see the objection of his orders in her eyes. He gives her a look of his own, a "Don't worry, just stay here, I'm going to be fine" look before standing and quietly making his way down the alley.
Roy hadn't been walking long when he heard the click of a gun behind him. When he turned around, he saw a gun aimed directly at his chest. The gunman, the man they had been looking for, smiled sinisterly and pulled the trigger. Roy closed his eyes, expecting the shot.
BANG!
...Nothing. The expected feeling of a bullet piercing skin never came. Slowly, Roy opened his eyes. What he saw made his face blanch and his whole world come crashing down because there, standing in front of him, her arms out to either side, blocking him from the bullet's path, was Riza. She had taken the bullet for him.
As the gunman fled, Riza collapsed to the ground, her hair coming undone from its clip. Roy fell to his knees and gently held her. Roy could feel the blood from Riza's chest wound begin to stain his uniform but he didn't care. He needed to be with his Lieutenant.
"Riza...I'm sorry. I made you do this," Roy choked out, tears threatening to fall from the corners of his eyes.
"You didn't make me do anything. I chose this on my own. Besides, it's my job. I have to protect you, don't I?" Riza asked, a shadow of a smile playing on her lips.
Roy pulled her closer. There was nothing to stop the tears from streaming down his face.
"I love you, Riza." The words that Roy had dreamed of saying to her, words that, as long as they were part of the military, were forbidden, were now free. How ironic that it's through the shackle of death that those words can be free.
Riza looked into his obsidian eyes, her own tawny ones now slowly taking on the dullness of a corpse. "Roy," she began in a whisper. "I love you, too." The shadow smile grew just the single slightest amount. "Forever and always."
The volume of Roy's tears intensified at Riza's words. Roy held her as closely as he could and lightly stroked her hair. It was silent as Riza's heartbeats slowed to a stop and she took her final breath.