The Sun, a fullmetal alchemist fanfic

Alrighty. PG-13, people, for some light language (I mean light), and some, well, questionable content at the end. coughstandardRoyRizacough

Hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. (gasp I actually enjoyed writing something? Heaven forbid! (Well, I-I'm suffering from writer's block again, so this is what I do to get rid of it. You: Write pointless stories? Me: offended No! I write cute RoyRiza drabbles. Which just happen to have expanded into songfics. (which reminds me. I'm now taking requests for songfics! Just give me a song and I'll stick something to it! I need things to do on the weekends! . Or, really, you can also request sketches, I suppose…twitches )))

Anyway, after that awkward exchange, on to the songfic!

Disclaimer: I do not own this song. If I did, I would be a famous singer and not waste my time with this, since I'd be too busy recording an album, on tour, or signing more autographs. Same with Fullmetal Alchemist, but since Jillian posted an overall disclaimer, I don't bother with these for FMA. (heh, fma)

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After school,

Walking home

Roy Mustang was walking home from work, sullen, his hands in his pockets. He was thinking about her again.

Fresh dirt under my fingernails

And I can smell hot asphalt

Cars screech to a halt to let me pass

Narrowly avoiding a car, he crossed the street and unlocked the door to his apartments. He walked through the door, and, locking the door behind him, put his coat up on the coat rack. A picture caught his eye, and he went over to look at it, sure it hadn't been there before.

And I cannot remember

What life was like through photographs

Trying to recreate images life gives us from our past

It was a picture of him and Riza. He was surprised. Pictures of her were seldom, but he did remember this one. It had been at a military barbeque, and they were all in normal attire. Roy's arm was slung casually around Riza's waist for the sake of the picture; however, Roy had been extremely delighted to be able to do so.

And sometimes it's a sad song

That picture brought up sad memories for him. Riza was no longer in Central.

But I cannot forget

Refuse to regret

So glad I met you

Take my breath away

Roy did not ever want to forget the scarce time they had had together, as a couple, of course. He no longer regretted his actions; after two years of kicking himself after she left, he had eventually come to terms with it. He would never forget her, but he would try to move on. Riza would want that—right?

Make everyday

Worth all of the pain that I have gone through

And Mama I've been cryin'

Cause things ain't how they used to be

It had been worth it. She had returned his love with a fervor that surprised him, and he had been glad to be with her. She hadn't kept in touch after she left, except to send him one picture—of her with her family. (Don't worry, it's not another family story)

Roy had actually been so distraught as to call his own mother—whom he hadn't spoken to for many long months—and lament to her.

She said the battle's almost won

And we're only several miles from the sun

She had reassured him, and reminded him of his duty to Amestris as a Colonel. So, Roy had sucked it up and returned to work. It had been two years.

Moving on down my street

See people I won't ever meet

Think of her, take a breath

Just the other day, Roy had seen a woman that looked uncannily like her; and had not been satisfied until he had hunted her down to confirm it wasn't her.

His voice caught in his throat as he remembered that day.

Feel the beat in the rhythm of my steps

And sometimes it's a sad song

He only really ever found comfort in the mindlessness of work now, occasionally listening to a radio that Riza had left behind in the office. But always the songs reminded him of when they would do paperwork together.

But I cannot forget

Refuse to regret

So glad I met you

Take my breath away

Roy still loved her, although he didn't know if she would ever come back to him. His heart fluttered when he thought of her still, and just looking at a gun brought up memories.

Make everyday

Worth all of the pain that I have gone through

And Mama I've been crying

Cause things ain't how they used to be

She said the battle's almost won

And we're only several miles from the sun

Roy would have to move on sooner or later. It had been two years, and she hadn't made any contact.

The rhythm of her conversation

The perfection of her creation

She was so beautiful, yet so intelligent.

The sex she slipped into my coffee

The way she felt when she first saw me

Riza kissed like she meant to, dammit, and Roy liked that. She had told him once, while still under the influence of sleep, that she had loved him when she first saw him. She couldn't help it anymore than he could. He had smiled at her, and she had kissed him before falling back asleep.

Hate to love and love to hate her

Like a broken record player

Roy loved her, but hated how she had left with nary a word. He loved her passion, but hated how she could be so straightforward with him. He heard thunder boom outside and the discreet rush of rain.

He also heard a faint knock.

Back and forth and here and gone

And on and on and on and on

Hurrying to the door, he opened it to find a rain-sodden Riza on his doorstep, her clothes soaked through and her normally so well-kept blonde hair hanging limply around her face.

"Roy," she breathed, before rushing into his arms.

I cannot forget

Refuse to regret

So glad I met you

"Riza," he said between her kisses, "Where have you been?"

"I couldn't forget, Roy," she replied, her hazel eyes staring into his black ones. "I tried, but I couldn't."

Take my breath away

Make everyday

Worth all of the pain that I have gone through

"It was worth the wait," Roy decided later that night as they settled into bed.

"Hm?" Riza was already nearly asleep.

"All the pain—of not being with you, it was all forgiven today."

"Good." She yawned, and he yawned after her.

"Love you, Roy," came her soft remark.

Hey Mama, I've been crying cause things ain't how they used to be

She said the battle has been won

And we're only several miles from the sun

"Love you always, dear," he would always reply.

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Yep. Short, sweet, and to the point. I 3 Maroon5. They ROCK.

Again, hope you enjoyed. (this one was 4.5. .)

PS Has anyone in RCS been keeping in touch with Mr. Cordes? (well, besides me, but I'm not from RCS, as I must constantly remind myself. ( ) Just curious. 0.