Drunken Disciplinary
My first Royai or Royza fanfiction. I personally like the name Royza better but the majority goes with Royai so I think that I will at least label this fanfiction like the rest of the population. :( By the way, slight (or major)spoilers may be included.
Disclaimer: Despite all birthday wishes and christmas lists, I sadly do not own the rights to the brilliant and wonderful characters portrayed in this fanfiction.
Roy:
Sometimes I can't take it. Now, I can't take it. Even after a year, Maes' death stilll brought tears to the brink of overspilling. But much of the time anger is able to mask and replace the feelings, especially when I'm at work. I looked down at my gloved hands. Always when I'm in uniform.
Pulling the fingertips of the golves off one by one, I leave my ornamental government-issued outfit behind me in exchange for a regular T-shirt and jeans. A tear managed to escape and slide down my face as I sat in my family room, alone, and thought. Just thought. About the Ishvalan war, the Elrics, Maes, and her.
Lieutenant Hawkeye. Beautiful. Strong. 'Way out of my league...' I thought with a slight chuckle, contrasting the earlier tear. Too intelligent to respond to me playful flirts as the other girls do. But of course, if she was like the other girls, then she wounldn't be as special as she was. Even when she wasn't here, she could still take my mind off things. Off Maes...
"I'm sorry Maes." I muttered. 'I never told you. I should have though, I promised myself I would tell you someday. Now... now that will...' "Never happen." I finished out loud. I paused, unable to go on as more tears jumped to join thier brother. My confession was personal, and in secret, but yet I still couldn't seem to see to say it.
"F, fine Maes! I'm, I'm in love..." I managed to get out before a cascade of tears slipped down my cheeks and into the creases of my lips. "With her... Like you said. L, like you knew. W, why did you hav, have to be right! Why now... why when I can't tell you were right." I palmed one side of my face while I gestured wildly with my other hand, tears blurring my vision and still running freely.
"I should have told you... I should... should have..." I sucked in a deep, hiccuping breath, "told you." My voice was now a mere whisper compared to thee earlier outrage of emotion. After all, this was more of a grief-stricken apology to a deceased friend than a confession of life.
Even I knew that.
There were so many things I still had to tell him. So, many, things... "I'm sorry" I said for the third time that night. "But I need a drink. So sorry in advance for whatever trouble I might cause." I stopped talking long enough to pull some regular sneakers on. "Who knows," I said, standing up.
"Maybe I'll light the world on fire and it'll all be over."
I grabbed a coat and headed out the door; the rain falling on my face and erasing all signs of tears from the world, doing naught but drowning me in their heavy sadness.