Blood on the Bathroom Tile
A/N: Okay I wrote this in a sort of dark mood, so yeah it seems that dark, morbid death is kinda my thing for the most part although I do enjoy some fluff here and there but whatev. I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist obviously if I did I wouldn't be sitting here writing fanfics.
Chapter 1: Unexpected
Roy shut his front door, dumping his coat on the rack he prosceded to his bedroom where he stripped from his bulky uniform. Deciding to take a hot shower he stepped into the small tile cubicle, turning on the gushing hot water and steam rolled up the glass door. Letting the water run down his aching muscles and soak his raven black hair, which stuck to his face and dripped soapy shampoo. Once he proposed himself clean he stepped out and dried off. Roy looked in the mirror, he saw the scar plastered on his side and glanced at the now healed wounds on his hands. Sighing he remembered that he wasn't the only one with scars. A picture appeared inside his mind, burning hazel eyes bore deep into his while immersing him in fire. Roy smiled at remembering his lieutenant and her beautiful smile which she would sneak every now and again when he wasn't looking, or at least she thought he wasn't. The Promised Day was over and Amestris was changing into a new, democratic nation with good people at the head of it. Ishval was being rebuilt and he and his subordinates would be shipped out to oversee it, he hoped to regain trust and build bridges of peace with the Ishvalans. Then, once Grumman abolishes that annoying anti-frat law there would be one more thing to do. Marry the woman he loved so dearly.
Roy broke his thoughts and slipped into a rugged pair of jeans and a grey,
t-shirt. He walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge, sighing. 'Well once again, there's nothing much to eat around he-Oh! Wait a minute!' He knelt down and opened the freezer to find a frozen pizza and some good old ice cream. 'Fridays are great!' Just as Roy reached for the package the phone rang, scaring the crap out of him and ended up hitting his head on the fridge. Clumisly running to the phone he checked the ID. 'A cell phone number?' It was seven-thirty, maybe Havoc wanting to go for a drink? No, he had declined earlier that day. Taking a breathe he answered,
"Hello?" There was a pause, "Hello?"
"Uhh Colonel?" A small and timid voice appeared and immediately Roy knew who it was.
"Hawkeye?"
"Hi Colonel."
Roy smiled and gave a light hearted chuckle, "Well, you never call, what do I owe this pleasure miss?"
She spoke as if in a whisper, "Uh...what are you doing right now?"
His smile vanished, something was wrong. "Nothing, just making some dinner. Why? Is something wrong?"
It took her a second and her voice ended up betraying her and cracking, "Um, d-do you think you could pick me up?" Riza sounded as if she was trying her best to keep calm but was failing, "I-I need a ride, sorry to ask you."
"Oh no problem!" Roy exclaimed with worry in his voice, "What happened? Are you alright Hawkeye?
"I-I'm fine." Her lies were easily caught, "I just need a ride..."
After giving him the address and hanging up, Colonel Mustang grabbed his black coat (Not the one he usually wears, just regular black coat that ends mid-waist.) and ran out the door, into his car and sped off.
3149 Wooksburrow Drive, Southern Central Residence, Lamount District
Time- 7:35 PM
Her shaking hands held the cell phone tightly, then moved to her upper arms and rubbing them to keep warm. Riza couldn't stop quivering, she was breathing heavily and felt horrible. Pulling the white tube top her friend gave her to wear up a little bit and keeping the half sleeves of her cream colored, button up sweater pulled down to cover her wrists. She leaned her head back against the wall of the closet, the image of blood staining her clothes, the red pickup truck, and that vile man. 'It's okay, the Colonel is on his way. Everything will be alright...you're alright Riza. Pull yourself together!' She said to herself, sliding up the wall to stand, the crimson stains barely visible to the naked eye on her black jeans and black converse. Her blonde hair, once done so nice and in big thick curls was now reduced to wavy strands. Loud music could be heard clashing against laughter, chatter, yells and shouts of joy from down stairs made her feel a bit dizzy. After all, the effects probably hadn't worn off completely. Riza stood straight against the clothes of the small closet, taking a deep breathe she stepped out to wait for Roy to save her from this hell.
A/N:Okay! Please RxR and such stuff! :) Sorry, had to describe the clothing lol I had a vision for it lol