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READ THIS PLEASE! Sorry, but I have a feeling you wouldn't read it at the end. Anyway, this will have a -pick your pairing- Depending on how many people send reviews voting for it. Feel free to vote as Guest, but please only vote ONCE! You may vote on three pairings. For example,Havocai (RizaxHavoc), RoyEd (self exploratory) or WinSceiz (Winry Sciezska) The reasons I choose these as an example is not because I enjoy them personally, (Though I do like Havocai) it's because I don't mind writing obscure, Yaoi, or Yuri. I will write whatever pairing, though keep in mind that if you do want something odd like EnvyxBradley (shiver) Roy is the main char in this story. (And his lover, whomever you decide!) I also want more reviews. I have story follows and the like, but seriously, can't you write two words? (See- 'Good Job') Enjoy!


The alarm rang mercilessly.

"Ugh. Damn noise box." Roy drew himself from his bed, going through the same routine. Brush his teeth, wash his face, etc. For a vampire, his life was awfully boring. I suppose that's why it's fun to get a rise out of Fullmetal. The Colonel had some hospital raiding to do. He was running out of blood packets. A knock at the door told him his ride was here, so he grabbed his gloves, tugging them on, before heading out the door. There, a short Private by the name of Bixen stood attention. Roy waved him off.

"We still have time?" he asked the shorter.

"Yes sir, you aren't due for another fifteen minutes. I figured you would want your normal coffee route?"

Roy snorted.

"Of course."

"Sir, would you like Greenhouse or StarBrads today?"

"Greenhouse. I need it quickly."

Greenhouse was a good stock prize. They gave him a rather nice load, and they always labeled him as top priority. He exited the car and walked in. Immediately, his normal waitress got his coffee ready.

"Good-morning sir! Your usual?" Naomi said cheerfully. He smiled at her enthusiasm. How could people like her maintain it?

"Yes, thank you. How are the boys?"

Naomi was a single mother of two. Her husband had died in a carriage accident years ago.

"Raymond is still feisty, His birthday is in a few days, you know?"

"Oh really? How old will he be?"

She chuckled.

"He'll be a teenager. Thirteen already!" Roy accepted his coffee with a smile.

"Be careful Naomi. They get troublesome."

She out-right laughed.

"Yes, they certainly do. He has his mind set on becoming a soldier."

"Take good care of them. Tell him I said hello and happy birthday!" He turned to go, Naomi shouting a last goodbye.

"Good-morning Sir." Riza stood with a salute.

"Good-morning." The 'at ease' was unspoken, but clear. She sat. "Where are the others?"

"Falman is in the latrine, Fuery is grabbing coffee from the mess hall, and the others haven't shown yet." Roy grunted.

"When is Fullmetal scheduled to be here?" He asked gruffly. Riza checked a file before placing it in the 'out' box.

"I believe at noon, sir. I will permit you to eat lunch a bit early." he nodded.

"Thanks." he let himself enter his office before collapsing in his chair, exhausted. He hadn't slept last night much. Every time he let himself fall asleep last night, he had dreamt of his brothers getting killed, caught, executed. He worked till eleven forty five. He had skipped lunch, but he really wasn't hungry, anyway. So, he decided another letter was in order.

האחים,

מה שלומך? זה נודע לי שאנחנו לא כתבתי הרבה זמן. האם הדברים היו מתנהלים כשורה בעסק? אנחנו צריכים לתכנן ביקור מתישהו. כתבי לי מהר

רועי (1

Riza chose that time to deliver paperwork. Again.

"Sir? Again? Who are you writing these to?"

Roy smiled sadly.

"Yes, again."

Riza sighed.

"Who are you writing them to?"

"And why does that matter?"

Riza spluttered.

"W-what do you mean, 'why does that matter?'"

"Exactly what I said. Why. Does. It. Matter?"

"Because...Because you're worrying us. You went missing for three weeks during the Ishvalen war! Ever since, I've seen you writing these letters in a foreign language!" her voice quieted. "You always get a sad smile, as if writing to a lost lover, wife, friend. We're worried. What happened to you?" Just then, Roy was saved by the bell. That 'bell' being a ranting Edward. Who then stopped, looking at the two.

"What just happened here?" Roy smirked.

"Nothing. You are dismissed, Riza. Your report, Fullmetal?"

Riza walked out, slamming the door. Ed gave the retreated figure a look.

"Jeez, and I thought Winry was moody. Anyway, here's the report." He walked up to the desk, flopping the report on the desk. But not before he caught the foreign language-d note. He sat back down on the couch. "Whatcha writin' there chief?" Roy avoided the question.

"I see you blew up more buildings. How did the people take that?"

"Well, considering I alchemized some new ones in their place." Roy snorted.

"And you couldn't do that to all the other towns?"

"Nah, they were all asses. These people actually cared. Which reminds me. You sent me there for a lead. So why the hell was there no one by the name of 'Carlyle Jenkins'? Huh? You think it's funny to send me out there looking like a fool?" Fullmetal raised his voice even more. "And then we find some weird hobo, who claims he's it! He didn't even know what a 'Philosophers Stone' was! We checked his house, which consisted of a cardboard box. A fucking box. Great job, Mustang. That was a Fan-fucking-tasic lead. My shit would be a better source. And then you're over here, writing in ancient Ishvalen, to some non-existent god, probably."

"You can read ancient Ishvalen?" he asked, mildly surprised.

"Yeah. I didn't get a good enough look at whatever you were writing, though."

"I'm impressed. You actually do some culture research."

"What were you even writing?"

"That is none of your business. Now if you'll excuse me." Roy sealed the letter in an envelope and grabbed his coat, heading for the post-office.

"Hey, where do you think you're going?!" Ed yelled.

The Colonel ignored him for the time being and made his way to the public post office. Sometimes, it was safer that way. Besides, he shared stock in the postal office. It helped knowing the managers wouldn't let him down.


A/N

Hey. Again guys, review to vote for pairings! I'm open to any. I aim to have at least three in here. Even if you aren't voting, please leave a review!

(1 That letter said

Brothers,

How have you been? It has come to my attention that we have not written in a while. Have things been going well in the business? We should plan a visit sometime. Write to me soon.

Roy

in Hebrew.

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-RSM-