It's a short one-shot. Another random thing. For some reason, my only good stories are made up on the spot. The planned ones end like crap.
Disclaimer: I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist.
The first time she held a gun, it was Roy who pressed it in her palms.
They were young. She was around 14, he 16. She trusted him with her life, and- up until that moment- he trusted no one.
By giving her the gun with the two words "Cover me," he was placing his life in her small hands.
They were at a local shop in the town when a group of men- all in work clothes, with the brown shabby uniform of the cargo loaders, scarves wrapped around their heads leaving only their hard eyes visible- stormed in and demanded money, waving guns around and firing for effect. Roy and Riza were fortunately in a back aisle at the moment and heard the commotion before they were spotted. Roy- already developing a tactical military mind- quickly pushed Riza and himself into the back room while he came up with a plan of action.
Roy would slip towards them from the high beams above and would attack with alchemy. Hopefully that would be all that was needed.
Riza was to cover him, and shoot only if he or herself were in immediate danger.
They never got out of the door.
A couple of men who had been sent to search for any hiding workers or customers found them. Terrified, Riza shot them both, right between the eyes.
When the other thieves ran back to see what had happened, they too were shot and fell dead on top of each other, eyes staring blankly back at her own. Only two men had remained at the counter, but, realizing the change in plans, they ran for the door, only to find it a solid brick wall. Thanks to Roy.
The remaining men were captured and jailed, and Roy Mustang and Riza Hawkeye were declared heroes of the town. But while Roy detailed the incident and accepted the town's thanks, Riza said nothing, still shaken from the experience.
That night, he held her as she cried.
He vowed he would never let her hold a gun again, because he couldn't stand the fear and pain he had caused her. He wouldn't let her even think of killing anybody ever again- especially for his sake.
7 years later, he saw her at Ishbal, the sniper that saved his life, assigned to protect him, to watch his back.
And that night, he was the one that cried.
For she was the price of his battles.
A/N: I really like this one. And it is my first FMA fic, and first one-shot, so if anything needs to be improved, please mention it. Thank you!
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