Hey readers! This is my first fanfiction in a long time...
Envy:The other one fail miserably...
Sadly That is true...anyways I hope you enjoy and please review!
"Hawkeye it's past midnight. You should leave."
Hawkeye slowly looked from the documents she was examining to the source of the voice, a cloudy figure leaning against the titanium doorframe . Her vision was blurry from lack of sleep, and the figure looked more like a painted portrait that was smeared with a dirty rag when it was still wet. She shook her head in attempt to clear it, to no prevail. The figure was still a blur, but the golden braid was a dead give away. It had to be one of the Elric brothers, but nowadays they looked so similar she couldn't distinguish which one it was. Even Al had taken of wearing a red cloak identical to his brother's making it all the more difficult.
Hawkeye cleared her throat and spoke in a voice, dry and cracked from neglect " No, I think I finally have a lead, I finally found the slightest chance to get him back!" Her voice became thick with emotion, and her eyes became blurrier with oncoming tears. "No." Hawkeye thought holding them back "this is a happy moment, you are only steps from reopening the gate."
" Riza! It's been nearly fifteen years! Who knows what's happening on the other side! Hell, when I was trapped, that world was on the brink of war, who knows if he got sucked into it? He can't use his flames there" the voice replied. Riza knew for certain that it was Edward now. It was he that had been on the other side of the gate, only to escape six years ago, bringing war with him. Figures. Wherever Fullmetal went trouble always followed. Funny, it seemed like only yesterday when that happened, only yesterday since she received the news . The news that derailed the punctual train that was her life...
Riza's eyes followed the chunk of distorted titanium slowly making its way to the ground. It was coming from the ship, the strange flying heap of metal that had nearly destroyed Central. The ship Mustang had been on with the Elric brothers. The ship had changed course and was headed back for the hole leading to the gateway. They must have succeeded in defeating the strange people from the other side of the portal, and were coming back on the levitating figure. Riza sighed, her superior was safe and that's all that mattered. At the time, she didn't know she couldn't have been more wrong.
She turned and walked towards where the mass of material had landed. There she saw Alphonse helping a golden haired man dressed in the oddest of attire down from the wreckage. The man glanced up and made eye contact with Hawkeye. The gold eyes were a dead giveaway, this man had to be no other than Edward Elric, the Fullmetal Alchemist.
" Edward, I remember you to be much shorter, did they force you to drink milk on the other side of the gate" Hawkeye joked. She was glad the rebellious teen, now adult, had returned home. Even if he did bring all this chaos with him. Honestly she kind of didn't mind, her aim was getting a bit rusty anyways.
" I'm eighteen now, do you really expect me to still be so small an ant looks like an elephant in comparison?" Edward said halfheartedly. Hawkeye frowned. Normally Edward went ballistic if you commented on his height. Something must be up.
Realization hit Hawkeye in the gut harder than a football player tackling a quarterback. Only the Elric brothers were present. Where the fuck was Mustang?
" Ed, where is the general?" Hawkeye said in a calm, foreboding voice. Edward hung his head and spoke with a strained tone. " The bastard...he pushed me off the ship after I told him I had to shut the portal from the other side. That damn idiot!"
Hawkeye started shaking and had a chilling sensation run up her spine. " What exactly does that mean Edward, and if you don't like bullet holes through any of your vital organs you better answer!" she growled. To prove her point she drew her pistol from her holster, the very one she used to train Black Hayate with as a puppy.
Edward looked up at Hawkeye with sorry eyes. " It means he's going to go through the portal Hawkeye. He's going to close it, for good"
Hawkeye blinked in confusion. For a second or to her expression was one of a sleeping child's. Then she did the thing Edward had least expected. She burst out into laughter. Edward had expected outrage, or her cursing the foolishness of the general, and maybe, only maybe, a tear or two. But laughter? That was not normal, not even for Hawkeye.
" Hawkeye, are you, err alright?" Al asked. He chose his words wisely, not wanting to say something that would influence her to open fire on him.
Hawkeye's laughter stopped and she looked at Edward, a slight smile wavering on her lips. " Ok Edward you got me. Where is the general?" she said in a warm tone. Alphonse stepped forward and answered the question originally directed at his brother. " We told you. He went through the portal. For the sake of his country he is sacrificing his life here to close the portal on the other side. We have to do the same on this side. I, I'm sorry Hawkeye"
Hawkeye's previous expression transformed into one of despair. She was supposed to have his back. Keep him on the right track. She let him out of her sight, and she was suffering the ultimate price. Mustang was forever gone.
"Lieutenant? Earth to Hawkeye! Hello?"
Hawkeye squinted her eyes open, only to recoil when the sun's harsh rays came into contact with her hazel irises. As her eyes adjusted to the brightness the faded blobs of color in her sight began to clarify. Al stood at the foot of her bed, in her apartment. How had they gotten there? She hazily remembered the night before, she had been studying some documents, but what where they about? It probably didn't matter anyways.
" Good you're awake. You passed out when Ed went to check on you. He drove you home, which is scarier than it sounds." Al said. Hawkeye nodded in agreement. Ed had told her about the time he crashed into a tree while he was stuck on the other side of the gate. Hawkeye rubbed her eyes. " Well Al, I'm fine now. You can go" she said in her best I-feel-great voice she could muster.
Al looked at her doubtfully " Hawkeye, you have been pushing yourself too far. What would mustang think if he saw you like this? You are confined to your bed for the rest of the day, sleep, watch a movie, relax" Al said sternly. He was being strict with her only because he knew there was not a gun within Hawkeye's reach at the moment. Hawkeye opened her mouth to protest but let out a unhappy sigh instead.
Once Al had left, Hayate jumped onto Hawkeye's bed and looked at her with warm eyes. His tongue lolled out of the side of his now gray muzzle and he nudged Hawkeye's hand with his nose. Hawkeye couldn't help but smile as she ran her hand through her dogs fur. A sad thought Settled on her mind. Hayate was no longer the pup he was years ago, and she didn't want to lose him along with her superior. He was one of the few things left that tied her to him.
She chuckled softly to herself, remembering the day she had come to own Hayate. A image of a young Fuery sprung to mind, desperately trying to find the pup a home, one he couldn't provide for the canine. It was no wonder that he and Alphonse were now great friends, with their similar compassion for animals.
Hawkeye dug her face into her dogs thick black fur and closed her eyes to better visualize the memory. After failing with Breda, and deeming havoc unsafe for pet protocol, Fuery had turned to Mustang. Even to this day she could recall every word of Mustangs reply, about the loyalty of dogs, and how they never begged for a paycheck, while swinging the poor pup in every direction.
She flipped onto her back, still stroking Hayate absentmindedly with the back of her hand. More memories from that day began to filter into her mind, Mustang proclaiming the day he became Fuehrer all women in the military would be forced into mini skirtitute, havoc worshiping him afterwards, the battle between the general, still a colonel at the time, and finally accepting ownership of her dog, and potty training him in her own special way.
Hawkeye cracked open her eyes and glanced at the clock on her bedside dresser. It was nearly five o'clock. Sitting up in bed Hawkeye sighed. It hadn't been such a bad day after all, but she couldn't help but feel as if she was forgetting something important. She shrugged the feeling off when Hayate gently picked her hand up in his mouth, and whined. Hawkeye cursed, for she had been too deep in thought to remember to feed him. Whatever was bothering her was quickly forgotten as she walked down the hall to the kitchen.
I will try updating asap, but between school, volunteer work, and a couple clubs, I will need some motivation!
As time goes along I hope to post every other day, until next time,
Thou with feet composed of popcorn.