I was SOOOOOOO bored, and this freaky thing was born...so yeah...Enjoy, I guess...*snorez*
As Riza Hawkeye strolled through the halls of Central, cradling her beloved gun, she heard a soft moan. "Heeeelp….." With a soft click, she raised the gun and crept forward, all senses on high. Turning the corner, Riza gave a small gasp and (almost) dropped her gun. Laying in a crumpled heap of shredded and blood-stained blue rags lay Colonel Roy Mustang, pale and motionless. Rushing to his side, Hawkeye cradled his head and ran her hands over his raven locks. "Roy! ….ROY! Speak to me, please!" Mustang gave a soft groan, lifting a pale, scarred hand to finger one of her golden locks of hair. His shirt was torn open, and his pants were no more than rags. "Who did this to you, Roy?" She whispered, her chocolate eyes filled with fear and horror. The Colonel gave a small groan, his voice a weak rumble in the back of his throat. "Who, Roy, WHO?!" His onyx eyes were clouded as he gazed up at Riza, and she could barely hear his whisper. "It was…..it was…" Riza gave a small cry as he went limp in her arms. "NO! Stay with me, dammit! Who did this?!" His breathing was faint and ragged as he wheezed out his final words. "It was…the fangirls…." Riza stood up, a pissed off expression suffusing her face. "DAMMIT, VIOLATION! YOU KNOW THAT YOU'RE ONLY ALLOWED TO LOOK AND STROKE HIS HAIR! NO! CLOTHES! RIPPING! BAD!"
GOD I need more sleep if Im publishing crap like this...