Title: Regret

Author: NeverRoses

Summary: Roy has already had a bad day, but after a little piece of his past catches up with him, Roy is being crushed by regret. He punishes himself for everything he's done, especially in Ishbal. But what happens when his subordinates found out? [Some MaesXRoy]

Chapter 2: Accident

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Roy Mustang signed the last paper and set it aside in the large pile at the corner of his desk.

"I'm finished Lieutenant." He spoke softly. Riza hawkeye had been sitting down in a chair near his desk, eyes closed, probably resting, waiting for a time to fire a blank into the nearest seat cushion to get him back to his paperwork. Her eyes snapped open, turning to him with unnatural speed.

"Finished? Already?" She said, skeptical. Walking to the corner of his desk, she picked up the stack and gave it a quick flip-through. To her extreme surprise, the paperwork was finished. She looked out the window, it was still the middle of the day. "Are you feeling alright, sir?"

"Of course i am." He said,rolling his eyes. Riza narrowed her eyes at him but took the stack away anyway. Maybe she had fallen asleep for a while, 'cause she didn't hear any complaining As the door closed, roy was left alone in his office. He stared at the phone for a moment and wasn't at all surprised when it started ringing. He quickly the up the phone, gently holding it.

"Colonel Roy Mustang."

"Roy! You still-"

"Shirking and Procrastinating. No." He finished Maes' question in the form of a comment.

"You know me too well! I got the picture from gracia after work yesterday! You should see it! She's as cute as a little button!"

"Come in later and i'll take a look at it. I'm sure she's adorable." He said into the phone and sighed.

"Ro-?" Maes was cut off as he hung up the phone. This whole day had been much less stressful. He had taken Fullmetal's taunts until he had stopped bothering him, he took breda's office prank and decided it would be too much trouble so he wandered around in wet clothes most of the day, he had ignored most everything else and gotten mountains of paperwork which were due today in record time, and he thought he had handled Maes quite well by just caving in.

He turned around and noticed, it was raining.

Huh. Two days in a row. Weird.

He looked down at the drawer where he gloves were and opened it, quickly putting them on. Standing, he pushed the drawer closed and walked towards the door. As he reached the door it flew open, the side of the door swinging towards him and smashing against his forehead. He took a single step back and looked up towards the ceiling.

"Yes Fullmetal?" He asked in a normal tone.

"Hey colonel bastard. I couldn't find any documents about the great water, so i DEMAND documents righ-"

"Document library three, ask Sceiska, i'm sure she can help you." With that he looked down at him. "Could you please move, then again you really don't have to since your short enough that i could easily step over you." He said in a bland voice, the insult was halfhearted.

"Who are you calling so short he looks like an ant even when put under a magnifying glass!?" Ed yelled, throwing a punch. Normally Roy would have easily dodged the sluggish punch and nearly fried his microscopic ass, but this time, Roy didn't even make an attempt to move. Ed's fist connected solidly with his left cheek, his head snapping to the right, a very small bit of blood trickling from the left side of his mouth. Surprised, Ed quickly lowered his fist. "... Colonel...?"

Roy tilted his head down and spat the small bit of blood in his mouth onto the floor, a small puddle of crimson spread across the floor. "Move shorty." He said, his voice slightly more quiet. Ed growled but moved anyway. Roy quickly brushed past him. "Took you long enough."

"WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM!?" Ed yelled angrily as Roy quickly walked down the hall, leaving HQ.

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Roy pushed open the door to his apartment, stumbling in and quickly retreating to his bathroom. As he reached the bathroom he remembered that Maes was supposed to drop my the office later, oh well, he would come back tommorrow.

"Damn." He cursed, looking in his new mirror and looking at the dark bruises starting to form on his forehead and cheek. He felt a sharp wave of pain as his glove brushed against his wrist. He raised his left wrist and pulled down the sleeve a bit. He narrowed his eyes a bit before picking up something on his sink.

He stayed in his bathroom for quite a while. When he came out he looked pale, well, paler then usual and he had a small smile gracing his face. He slowly walked to his bed while he slipped off his military jacket. Halfway to the bed his eyes slipped shut,

and everything went black...