Chapter 1

Roy Mustang sighed, flopping down on his way too squishy couch. It had been an abnormally long day at the station. Nothing but papers to fill out and Hughes, Havoc and Fuery to bother him. And he just couldn't shake the feeling someone was watching him. He stared up at the ceiling, vaguely thinking that he should probably cook some dinner before drifting off.

It was maybe and hour or two later when Roy woke up to the smell of garlic and oregano. He sat up and looked towards the kitchen of his penthouse. His eyes widened at he sight of a small young woman with flowing black hair and big, glowing blue eyes at the counter, chopping up what looked like chicken.

What shocked him most about the whole thing was that the girl had large, iridescent white feathered wings. It was all Roy could do to just stare at the lovely young woman. It hadn't even occurred to him to ask how the hell she had gotten into his home.

The girl looked up for the first time and Roy felt his face grow hot. Her face had soft, round features; her hair framed it in just the right way. There was no way the girl could be much older than 15 or 16 years old.

Roy thought he was going to die however, when the girl smiled at him. Her eyes closed, her head tilted to the side and she beamed at him. The room literally lit up.

"You're awake," the girl said; voice sweet, but just slightly boyish, "Wonderful, dinner is almost ready, why don't you wash up?"

Roy nodded dumbly and began to head towards the bathroom when a thought struck him. He whirled around and marched into the kitchen. The young woman looked up at him with a quizzical look on her face.

"Yes?" she asked, innocence radiating from her very being.

"Just who the bloody hell are you and how did you get in my home?" Roy asked, trying to sound intimidating.

"Oh!" the girl's hand shot to her face as she blushed cutely in embarrassment, "I beg your forgiveness." The girl stepped away from the counter, her wings shifting just slightly, "My name is Sapphire, and I'm your guardian angel."

Roy stood their and stared for a moment before bursting out into laughter, banging his head against the wall.

"Guardian angel!" Roy laughed, "Good God, what did Havoc slip into my drink?"

Sapphire looked offended. Did he really think she was some drug induced hallucination? That she was just some fabrication of his own mind?

Apparently.

"I'm not a hallucination!" Sapphire pouted, crossing her arms her chest.

Roy turned to look at the girl, "Prove it."

Sapphire motioned to the food on the counter, "I'm cooking aren't I. Go ahead and check, the food is real."

Roy walked over to the counter, poked a few things a moved back. This proved she was real, but not that she was an angel.

"You've proven you're real," Roy crossed his arms, "Now prove you're an angel."

Sapphire looked worried for a moment before moving into the knife drawer and pulling out one of the Japanese sushi knifes from the cabinet. She handed the weapon to Roy. The man looked confused even as Sapphire held out her arm and rolled up her white sleeve.

"Cut me," the order was blunt and left no room for argument.

"WHAT!" Roy looked at the girl in disbelief, "Why!?"

"Angel's heal at an accelerated rate," Sapphire explained, "I would administer the wound myself, but you might not believe me enough."

Roy's brow furrowed with worry, he didn't want to be responsible for the girl's injury if what she was planning didn't work. But when he saw the raw determination in those blue eyes, he found he couldn't argue.

He reached out to take the girl's wrist in his hand. His eyes widened at the feel. It was ecstasy for his finger tips. Her flesh was smooth and warm and unbelievably soft. It had to be a sin to mar skin like that.

Nonetheless, Roy pressed the sharp blade into the black haired girl's flesh and pulled a bit. The girl twitched slightly, but other wise made no complaint. Roy, however, hissed as he saw the rich, red liquid spill from the cut. He noticed, however, that it was a lot less then usually came from a wound like that. He quickly placed the knife in the sink, his eyes never leaving the strange girl in his kitchen.

Sapphire closed her eyes while Roy's widened as the gash glowed a pale blue and quickly closed and disappeared, no mark was left in its wake. Sapphire opened her eyes, only to close them again as she smiled up at Roy.

"I have wings, I heal more than ten times faster than a normal human," Sapphire's voice was softer than it was before; "I know every detail, every mark, every scar on your body, though I've never seen it."

Roy blushed at that confession.

"I am over two thousand years old, but I could pass for one who has lived a hundred and thirty-third of that time," Sapphire held Roy's hand in hers, "You've already felt that the flesh of my corporal form is much different than that of any person you've come across. Do you believe me now?"

Roy could only nod.