Just in case someone doesn't know "Mon ga" is the Japanese word for "the gate"
I hope you guys like this story better than the rest. And thanks to my beta Silver Sniper.
Enjoy!!
Mon ga
"Where's Hawkeye?" His shout was barely audible over the constant bombing.
"Dunno´ Chief." Havoc answered distractedly.
"What do you mean you don't know?!" Mustang shouted back. He stopped for a moment, closing his eyes and forcing himself to calm back down. This was not the place to be angry. Havoc stared back at him with his dirtied face, completely baffled by his recent reaction.
"Ill cover you chief." Havoc stated as he re-charged his gun, ready to aim.
"Thanks" Roy managed to answer before running of to look for her.
That had been thirty minutes earlier…
He still couldn't find her; the rest of the team had come to help after the end of the battle.
"Chief, she's not here." They were all tired, wounded, everything. But she was part of their team, she couldn't be left behind.
"Keep looking for her, she has to be here somewhere" Roy was the one who looked the worse. He appeared as dirty and wounded as the rest, but his eyes showed an absolute disgust. Burning people was far more obscene than shooting them. You could smell them die.
The team spread out, he could hear them arguing which sides to take.
"You look there, Ill take this side…" they all obeyed and everyone headed in different directions while he stayed were he was away from the rest, un-piling bodies covered in red robes and blue jackets.
The sun was starting to set and he could see his breath in the cold air. She had to be somewhere.
He violently shoved one of the bodies aside and shouted into the air.
"Hawkeye!"
Walking a few paces, he entered what was once a small house. It was barely even supporting itself, there was no longer any roof to cover it, and the second floor, was no coating the dirt.
He shifted slowly through the roof pieces and stopped when he heard a barely noticeable cry. less than a cry it was only troubled breathing.
He squinted his eyes and in the darkness he could see… something. No, someone.
He walked closer and saw blonde hair and a blue jacket torn to pieces.
"Hawkeye?" He started to panic.
"Colonel Mustang." She managed to peer out of the hole she was trapped in. Roy's eyes widened as he saw a blood trail coming down her forehead, soaking her disheveled hair.
"Hawkeye!" he started frantically removing pieces of debris and broken straw roof.
"Hang on there Hawkeye!" he cried as he worked.
He finally managed to remove everything from on top of her including the one thing that was keeping her there. A huge piece of beam that had managed to crush her torso, making her barely breathe.
Carefully, he picked her up and placed her on the floor to examine her.
Her jacket was long gone, leaving only her black under shirt covering her body. As dark as it was, he could still see how the constant blood flow had turned it darker still, soaking it through to her pale skin.
He couldn't bring himself to touch her; she looked like she would break even further if he tried.
"It's all right sir." She was cold, her face pale and drenched, her warm breath steaming in the cold sunset.
Softly, He pushed her hair from her face and she gazed back at him. Her eyes had lost their glint and looked awfully dark and hollow.
"You promised Hawkeye, you can't…"
"You can do it yourself, you'll do it right, I know." She cut him off before he could try and reprimand her.
"God, Hawkeye I can barely manage to do paperwork myself." He exclaimed. It was right, of course. Without her, he couldn't even do that.
She stifled a laugh that made her choke and cough slightly. A trail of blood leaked from her mouth at the action.
He lifted her into his arms again.
"Ill take you to camp, you'll be alright." She was like a doll, flopping useless against gravity.
He was about to cross to what was once a door when he heard another cry. It didn't come from Hawkeye. He turned around, and in another corner in the darkness, was a red-eyed boy, crying and holding a doll as if it were life itself.
"Don't worry, I won't hurt you." He spoke softly, attempting to calm the child. He was a boy; he couldn't do anything against the military, why would he need to harm him?
He kneeled with Hawkeye still in his arms , he wanted to help the boy as well but a sound halted his progress. Before he knew what was happening, a gunshot went through his torso and he fell taking Hawkeye with him.
She screamed.
He could see a man standing in front of him, red robes and dark skin. Roy turned limply to face him, which only earned him another shot. He cried out in pain.
The man spared him one last satisfied glance before retreating in to the corner and cradled the child in his arms. He simply sat there as he left the two of them to die there in the middle of nowhere.
"Hawkeye? You okay." Roy whispered, his vision beginning to fade.
But there was no answer.
"Hawkeye." Still no answer. His voice was fading away.
"Haw..keye?" one last call and everything went dark.
"I found them!" Havoc shouted.
As soon as everyone heard him, they ran over to the disheveled house and started removing bricks and debris that barred the way.
"Oh no." Fuery said softly.
Breda walked over and placed his middle and index finger in their necks, searching for any signs of life. But there were none, their faces pale and sallow, discolored lips. They had been like this for a long time.
He crept back up from his kneeling position and they all took of their hats and shed a few tears as they moved the bodies to a more decent place, to bury them.
At least there was some good coming out of this; they would soon meet their long life friend, Maes… wouldn't they?
Please don't give up on the story because of the angst beginning, I promise the rest is not as sad as this.
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