This is a two-part fic. And I hope it makes proper sense. Because this bunny that bit me was rabid. And I had to get it off my system. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist or the characters therein. They all rightfully belong to Hiromu Arakawa.

Warning: This is a shounen-Ai fic. So please. If you don't like it, then don't read. I don't want any reviews saying, "Fuck you! This sucks! Maes belongs to Gracia! You homophobe!" I am nothing of the sort. I have nothing against GraciaMaes. I find this pairing too beautiful to be disgusted about it. So please. If you don't like it, hit the BACK button and pretend you never saw this fic.

Knight in Shining Armor

Part I: His Happily Ever After

He was at Central. Doing a desk job.

You were at the front lines. Destroying families and slaughtering innocent lives.

He got himself a girlfriend.

You got yourself a medal.

He had moved on.

You were stuck. Crippled by your guilt and self-pity.

You sit in front of the fire. Contemplating. What do you think would happen if things had been different? Would the two of you still be together if you had not gone off to war? If you had not left his side? If he had not met that very kind lady?

Would things have turned out different?

You had written letters to him.

He didn't reply.

And you returned broken and cold… paralyzed by the sins and demons that have decided to settle on your shoulders. Your innocence was gone the moment you took your first step on Ishval grounds and now nightmares gape menacingly at you, opening their deep and pitch black mouths at you, daring you to enter.

You expected him to be there when you return. To embrace you and tell you that everything was going to be okay… that things were going to be the same as if you hadn't left at all. To soothe your pains and to drive your nightmares away. That he was going to be your knight in shining armor.

But you find out the truth as to why he doesn't send replies to your letters anymore.

He was embracing someone else…soothing another's heartache. And was being their knight in shining armor.

You had loved him.

He had loved you, too.

You still love him.

He doesn't feel the same for you anymore.

But you thought, "Hey, that's okay. You're not together anymore, right?" You decided that on the night before you went off to war. To kill. You completely understand. That he could not love someone with blood in their hands. Who has killed numerous innocent lives... That your lover could not love you because you weren't perfect anymore…

You had killed.

Who could- would love a murderer like you?

Yet you smile because you completely understand.

But why did you hear your heart break?

Why did you cry the night when you learned he loved somebody else?

"Gracia and I are getting married." You heard him say that at the middle of one of Central headquarters' hallways.

You stop dead in your tracks as you processed the new heart-breaking information. Information that you rather not hear but heard anyway. Your heart twisted in animalistic coils before breaking once again.

You had lived in false hope. That one day, he was going to come back to you and say that he was sorry for hurting you.

But that hope shattered along with your heart. And you felt that all hell had broken loose. You turn cold and your mind sent frantic messages to your limbs. Because somehow, your legs shook and your heart refused pumping.

No.

Maes was just kidding! That's right! This was his way of saying he was sorry. That once you turn around to face him he would grab you and tell you he was joking.

So you turn to him and he start hitting him behind the back, laughing, "Hahah! What a belly buster, Maes! And to think I actually believed you for a second!" you tried to say happily. But you felt silent tears stream down your face as you did so. And you know that you were crying for yourself. About how pathetic you were for allowing this kind of pain to get to you. You cry because in this world, nobody could ever love you anymore. Now that the only one that had promised to love you, doesn't love you any longer.

Because you weren't beautiful anymore. You weren't perfect anymore. Your hands were tainted with blood and shame. And you could feel the accusing fingers pointed at you. 'You murderer! You don't deserve to be happy! You killed us! You killed us! Murderer!'

And when you look up you will see their faces; bloody and dirty.

You felt him grab and hug you tightly. He knew you were hurting because you started sobbing and shaking. You repeatedly ask him the same question over and over again. As he led you into an empty office: "Why?"

He said that he still loved you but he had to stop it because he had loved someone else. And you felt your blood boil inside of you as you resisted the urge to start shoving things around.

You straighten up suddenly and you smiled sadly at him with tears in the brim of your eyes.

(Your eyes are the brightest of all the colors, Roy…)

You stood on tiptoe to kiss him lightly on the lips. Your final kiss. Your happy ending turned to squander.

You break away and you wipe the tears from your eyes to give him your best smile. Your last smile for him and for yourself. Because you know you could never smile like this ever again. Now that your knight in shining armor has fallen for another. You weren't a beautiful princess, like Gracia. You were a sinful murderer. Now, who would love a murderer?

"Major Hughes." You began, "Congratulations. I hope you find your 'happily ever after'." Because I gave up on mine… you did not say.

'How's this?' You thought as you flashed him your brightest smile but obstructed it when a single tear ran down your quivering cheek.

Is my smile good enough?

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A/N: And so… part one ends. Constructive criticism is welcome because I know it helps me become a better author. This is my first shot at HughesRoy so please go easy on me. I know it was cheesy and Roy was completely OOC. I think it would look good if I turn it to Fem!Roy. But then, many wouldn't like it. … But… oh well…

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