Omg, I love AU stories so much+.+ So yeah, I got the idea from reading the Princess Ai manga (again), and I just think we need more angel stories in fanfiction! (even though I'm being evil with them)

So yeah, this is actually sorta 2 stories, the main one about Roy and Riza, then the side one about Ed and his problems...figure it out...mwahaha

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"The worse thing you can do at this point is to fall in love with an angel."

A boy knelt before a cage, gripping hard to the steel bars. The boy was filthy, with wounds covering his back under his rags, arms and face. Though he looked physically fit and well bodied, he looked half starved and exhausted, dark bags hanging under his determined looking golden eyes. His golden hair hung down his back, unkempt and straggly. He gripped the bars of the cage harder, biting on his lower lip, gripping a metal pan in his artificial arm.

Inside the cage was a woman, scrapes and bruises littering her otherwise flawless pale skin. She seemed unconscious, her head bowed low. Chains wrapped around her wrists and torso, keeping her suspended a few feet over the dirty ground. An IV was attached to her arm, wrapping around it in a clear ribbon. She wore only torn, dirty rags that only spared enough to cover the essentials. But despite all this; she was beautiful. Her hair was a deep bronze color that glided down her shoulders and flowed to her back. Two radiant looking but damaged white wings rose from her back, being held up by chains that wrapped them together and twisted it slightly.

The boy frowned, catching sight of a small sliver of blood that was dripping from an unseen wound hidden under the feathers of her wings. As it fell, he extended the pan and caught the scarlet drops, drawing the pan back and staring up at the angel with a sad look. He bowed his head, hiding his eyes and walked away from the cage.

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"Your breaks are done! Return to your stations at once!"

Roy sighed with annoyance, irritably rubbing at a new whip wound he had received for talking back. They couldn't really expect for him to sit around while they treated them like slaves, right? Of course, he had never expected anything like this to happen.

Just a few months ago, a band of seven individuals with strange powers came and slowly took over Amestres. Led by their unknown leaders, they took control and started enslaving the citizens, forcing them to heinous tasks under horrible conditions. If that wasn't bad enough, they had revealed the existence of angels among them, caging them up and beating them to collect their blood. What they did with the blood was way beyond him. He had even asked one time; that's how he received his first whipping.

As he walked from the cramped cabin they had forced him into, Roy spotted his former subordinate Ed tramping a few feet before him. Roy called his name and ran to catch up; Ed turned and watch him catch up, looking mildly depressed as usual. "Hey, Mustang." He greeted, glancing at his bare back. "Got whipped again?"

"Wasn't my fault this time. All I did was open my mouth. I swear, they just don't like me." Roy replied with a small groan of pain.

"I wonder why." Ed answered sarcastically with a slight chuckle. He stopped, looking at the passing cages as they walked past them, frowning to himself.

Roy blinked at him, poking his shoulder gently. "Edward? You okay?"

"…yeah…I'll see ya later." He waved and ran off. Roy blinked again, dragging his collection pan on the ground beside him, watching the rows of caged angels until he stopped where he saw his number pinned up for his first assignment today. He sighed as he ripped the sheet of paper down, crumbling it into his fist and tossed it besides him.

He looked up at the angel and was immediately taken back by her beauty. That had often happened; angels were almost always in the form of a beautiful woman or handsome man, but this time it was different. She had fewer injuries then most of the others –probably newer to arrive here- a bruise on her leg and stomach. Her hair was a light golden spilling down her face and shoulders to be shouldered in-between her vast appendages. Her wings appeared to be the only thing flawed. Both were crudely twisted in their chains, leaking blood in various spots.

With a slight frown, he stretched the pan over and caught some of the falling blood. At the dripping sound as it fell, the woman opened her eyes which were a deep hazel color and stared interestingly at Roy. His breath caught in his throat as he hastily pulled the pan away. She winced, glancing at her wings and sighing sadly. She seemed to notice him still staring at her, because she turned and stared back with her head tilted slightly. "Who're you?" She asked in a lightly melodious tone.

"Oh, um, hi, I'm Roy Mustang." Roy replied a little too quickly, cursing at himself in his mind and telling himself to calm down. "And you are?"

"Riza Hawkeye." She answered with the slightest smile. "What is this place?"

"It's a section of the dungeons in the castle." Roy told her, wanting to add that it was built right on top of where Central Headquarters once stood but decided that she might not care.

"Oh…crap." She growled softly, her chained hands clenching slightly. Her ocher eyes lowered to glance at the pan with her blood in it. "What were you doing?"

"What? Oh, sorry. It's my job; I have to collect the blood of angels for the Mistress." He winced at the last word, holding the pan out again to catch her falling blood.

Riza watched him do this. "…what's my blood being used for?" She asked after a few moments. Roy shrugged through the bars, "I dunno. I don't really want to try asking again." His back throbbed dully as he said this, and he winced. Riza blinked in surprise, "You're hurt!" which Roy replied with a small chuckle. "I'll be fine. I've been whipped plenty of times before."

"Oh, really?" Riza sighed in remorse, her eyes closing for a moment before opening again. She searched the cage with her eyes, finally catching onto the bars of the far right. "Hey…you think you can open that?" She pointed a finger towards the edge where the large lock was slightly undone. Roy's eyes widened slightly. "You mean…help you escape?"

"I don't plan on staying caged up like this, Roy." Riza replied simply. Roy nodded slightly, leaning back and looking through the halls to see if any guards were around. It was strangely empty. Roy shrugged, inching closer to the lock and peering at it. He snapped it off and swung the barred door open. Riza smiled as he entered and began working on her chains. "Hurry. I think I can sense some of them coming back."

"You can sense them?" Roy echoed with the slightest shrug, unraveling the chains around her neck and torso. After untying her hands, he hesitated to free her wings, afraid to damage them any further. He sighed, gently tugging at the tightly wrapped chains. She winced as he finally finished, making her stumble uncertainly to her feet.

"You okay?" Roy asked, grimacing at the bloodstains on his hand and wiped them on his rags. She nodded, fluttering her wings slightly. "Now, we have to hurry!" Riza grabbed his hands and pulled him outside the cell.

"Hey! You two!" A guard passing the district spotted the two, starting to run towards them. Roy cursed under his breath, dashing down the hall with Riza's hands in his. "Where are we going?" Riza yelled from behind him. "Just over there!" Roy yelled back, pointing ahead at the sleeping quarters. Riza nodded, spreading her bloodied wings out behind her. "Hold on!"

Before Roy could completely understand what she was about to do, Riza had grabbed him around the waist and hoisted him into the air as her wings lifted her above the ground. Roy yelped as they glided down the passageway, quickly losing the chasing guard and crashed headfirst through the makeshift window of the cabin. Roy hit the ground as she let him go, Riza rolling out of the dive a few inches away from him. Roy stared at her in disbelief as she sat up and groaned, rubbing at her wings.

"W-wow…" Roy managed to utter. Riza smiled slightly. "I can't believe we actually escaped…" Roy continued in disbelief.

"And luckily, that guard didn't see us, so you're safe." Riza replied, standing up and brushing dirt off the top of her head. "But this is horrible- how can you let them treat people this way?"

"It's not like I have a choice." Roy sighed with a shrug. "There's nothing I can really do to stop this. It's been going on for weeks now."

"I doubt that." Riza muttered, folding her arms. Roy sighed again. "Anyway, back to you. If they catch you, you'll be put back into the cage and I'll probably be killed for treason…but…you're welcome to stay here if you'd like. There's not really anyplace else you can go." Roy smiled slightly.

"Oh, no, I couldn't stay here if it meant risking your life. I'll leave." Riza answered quickly, already heading for the door. Roy scrambled to his feet and blocked the door before she could leave. "No, I want you to stay." He grinned more. "This could be our way of going against what they want."

Riza chuckled slightly, "Fine, I'll stay."

"Good."

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Dressed completely in beige rags, Hohenhiem briskly walked into the Queen's quarters of the castle. The room was large and circular, surrounded with bleach white pillars and torches of fire. Two stone thrones were in the center, two extremely beautiful women sitting on each one. The woman on the right throne was a pearly pale color, making her red lips and dark blue eyes even more radiant. Her hair was black with a navy blue glow to it, cut diagonally across her face. A golden crown sat atop her head, studded with emeralds and sapphires. She wore a long black dress that trailed onto the ground in front of her, with matching black gloves and a detailed gold necklace stretching across her neck. On the right, an equally if more beautiful woman sat; her skin a rich tanned color, with long brown hair cascading down her back. Her eyes were large and a deep magenta color, matching the color of her flowing dress. She also wore gloves; silky and black. Her necklace was simple and silver; in the shape of a cross with a magenta jewel centering it. She wore a silver tiara on her head, decorated with moonstones and diamonds that glittered in the flickering light.

Hohenhiem stood before them and bowed low. "My Queens…" He murmured.

"Why have you come, Hohenhiem?" The woman on the right asked with an air of annoyance. She lifted a silver goblet from her side filled with a thick, deep red liquid and sipped it before placing it back on the arm.

"I'm sorry to interrupt, Mistress Kiyoko. But we have received reports of one of the workers hiding an angel in the sleeping quarters." Hohenhiem informed them after he had straightened.

"Interesting." Kiyoko glanced at the other woman. "Dante, what do you make of this?"

"A waste of our time, Kiyoko." Dante replied with a sneer. Hohenhiem grimaced slightly as Kiyoko looked at him again. "And what do you suppose we do about it?" She asked.

"The homunculi want to know what they should do with this one." Hohenhiem muttered, gritting his teeth.

"Hm. They should know death is the punishment for treason." Dante sighed, frowning to herself. "Yes, but there's already so few servants, Dante. Beating the traitor will suffice for now." Kiyoko smirked, waving him off. "Go on and tell them."

Hohenhiem nodded, turning and leaving, muttering angrily under his breath. Dante sighed with slight longing, drinking from her own goblet. "What's the point of eternal youth and beauty if I can't get him to love me once more?" She sighed.

"He's only being stubborn. Soon, no man will be able to resist our beauty." Kiyoko stroked her finger around the rim of the goblet. "Just think. Only a few days of drinking angel's blood made us like this. And soon, we'll collect an unlimited supply of it." She chuckled as she lifted her goblet. "We'll live forever."

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Whoo! X3 Thanks for reading and all. I love making my sister (Kiyoko if you didn't know) evil. It fits her so well…hm…anyway…

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