"Raphael

"Raphael?" the boy repeated, blinking.

"Yeah," the blonde nodded. Her small hands grasped and released her denim overall pants. "In old legends from some religion, Raphael was one of the seven archangels. The angel of healing."

The dark-haired boy eyed her suspiciously. "And…?"

"Well," she gestured to his arm wound, "You clearly need healing. My dad and I can take you in for a while. Do you know any alchemy?"

"Alchemy?" he repeated. "A little. Just what I know from some books at the library near where I used to live."

"Then, can you do chores around the house? Like chopping wood?" she asked. Her wine-red eyes retained her smile. "My mom is dead, and we could really use some help."

"Oh…Kay… What does that have to do with alchemy?"

"Well, my dad, my dad knows a lot of alchemy. Do you want to learn?"

"Why isn't he teaching you?"

She paused in her questioning for a moment, mouth left open as if to say something.

"I guess…" she started, "I guess 'cause I'm a girl. The men in our town are teaching me to shoot, though!"

"Hey," he said, glancing up at where she sat on a barrel, above where he lay on the ground.

"Yeah?"

"What's your name?"

"Riza!" she answered cheerfully.

"Riza, what was the name of that angel you were talking about?"

"Raphael. You could use some healing."

"Do you know about Loki?"

"Loki? What's that from?"

"Well, in these legends, I think from somewhere different than Raphael, there was this really handsome guy who was supposed to be the embodiment of evil, but, because he was so good looking, everyone liked him, and took him in, until he robbed from them."

"So?"

"What if I'm Loki?" he smiled. "What if you take me in, and I do chores, and your dad teaches me alchemy, but then I steal all your stuff and run?"

"Well," she started, "I guess we'd be broke. But don't flatter yourself, you're not that good looking."

He chuckled at her last statement.

"So, what's your name? Or do I call you Loki?" she giggled.

"Roy. I'm Roy."

"Sir?"

Roy's eyes fluttered open at the sound of his lieutenant's voice.

"Yes, Lt. Hawkeye?"

"You've still got a lot of work to do. There's no time to waste dozing off when you could have already been home by now."

He sighed and let his face fall back into the make-shift pillow of his coat. "Can I do it tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow is Saturday, Sir. So, yes, you may, but only if you don't want to do something else this weekend."

Her hands readjusted the clip holding her hair in. She pulled on her black coat, heading for the exit to the office.

"…Riza."

The same wine-red eyes widened slightly and softened.

"Yes, Sir?"

"Thanks for being Raphael all those years ago."

"…You're welcome, Loki. See you on Monday."

Woo! –Pumps fists in air- I just finished my first Royai fanfiction! Now for some reference stuff:

Raphael is from Hebrew tradition. Loki was from Norse legends, depicting him as a handsome giant.

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