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Without further delay, here's Death and Rebirth.
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I: The Death
He knew it was his fault. It had to be. Jean had died protecting him. Not Hawkeye, not Breda, not even Fuery. No, it had to be him.
The Fuhrer sighed and fell back into his chair. Roy could just kill himself, but that would break the promise me had made to his late friend. How could he survive though, knowing he was alone now? Not only Maes, but Jean too, they both had died horribly and Roy had been partially to blame for both of them. If he hadn't wanted to get to the top so bad, Maes would still be alive and if he weren't at the top, Jean would still be alive.
Those damn homunculi. How glad he was that Ed had finished them all off, with the exception of Bradley, whom Roy had destroyed himself. But that left Havoc's killers unknown. It was so dark, how could the Fuhrer have seen them? It wasn't all his fault was it?
He'd have to yell at his maintenance crew later. They would need to replace those lights that were blown out. He could probably place Havoc's death on them. No. He couldn't be so irresponsible. He was Fuhrer after all; he had to take responsibility for what he did, even if it meant the death of his favorite subordinate.
He sighed and slammed his head down on his desk. God, this was harder than he thought it would be. He never thought he loved his General so much.
"Damn it Havoc. Why did you have to die?" Roy growled, closing his obsidian eyes painfully. "Why you? Why does everyone I love die?" He looked up and choked back a sob. "Next it'll be Ed."
Maes had died first, a cruel twist of fate. He had been knocked down right when him and Roy had gotten the closet. Now Havoc was gone, right before Roy could even flirt with the General. He sighed sadly. He doubted the General would have gone for it though, but then again, Jean had had such a bad time with women…
There was a knock at his office door, knocking him from his depression. He said up and straightened up, he couldn't let anyone know how depressed and torn up he was about his subordinates death. He had to be a role model for his surviving underlings.
"Come in." He ordered, his voice strong and unwavering. Riza walked in, stern as always, yet her features seemed somewhat softer, as if she was sensitive to how the Fuhrer felt.
"Fuhrer Mustang. I have more forms for you to sign, focusing on…General Havoc's death." She said, not wanting to linger on the subject.
"Has the investigative department found anything else out about the General's death?" She looked taken about at the question.
"No sir. Colonel Archer is still working on it, there has been no breakthroughs unfortunately."
Roy sighed and shook his head. "Of course not. They wouldn't be stupid enough to come out and admit it. Let's hope Havoc's the last to die by their hands." He spoke solemnly, eyes narrowing. Riza bowed and saw herself out of the office once Roy dismissed her.
He looked up, his window open. It hadn't been open several minutes ago…had it? No, it hadn't. What was going on here?
He reached for his gloves, slipping them on his hands. He couldn't risk another assassination attempt. That's how Havoc had died; he was not going to be useless again. His eyes widened when he saw a mess of blond hair hiding deep blue eyes.
"Hey chief." Roy nearly fell out of his chair. There was no way he was still alive. Roy had watched him die. Roy had watched his body being carried off by soldiers.
"Havoc…you're dead."