The Most Painful Memory

A/N: I hope you liked the first chapter. Thanks to all that read and reviewed it. Still love you guys. Please return the love by reviewing, even if it's a flame. This is where the mild sexual stuff comes in. …So here we go…chapter two. Let me know if you like it, love it, hate it, or none of the above. Oh, and by the way, this story's set in the twenty first century. I didn't say that before because there wasn't really anything in there that gave me a reason to clarify the setting. Anyway, on to the story.

I would like to give a special thanks to xoxoEdward Elricxoxo for the review.

Chapter 2: What Happens After Drinking Too Much.

After changing into his civilian clothes, Roy decided to go to a different bar than he usually did when he was in Central. As he walked to the bar's frond door, he heard a motorcycle roaring. Roy turned around to see a guy with a helmet on and a very familiar-looking blonde on a motorcycle, about to leave.

Roy's jaw nearly hit the floor and his eyes almost popped out of his head and ran away when the blonde turned her head to the side. He couldn't believe it. Riza Hawkeye was not only on the back of some guy's motorcycle, but she was smiling, like she was enjoying it. No, she was enjoying it. Roy's heart dropped, smashed into a billion pieces, and spontaneously combusted. If he didn't need a drink before, then he sure as hell did now.

Luckily, Roy was able to go inside the bar before she noticed him. He ordered a very large, and very strong, drink, and sat at the bar. Roy drank until the bartender refused to give him any more for fear of alcohol poisoning.

"Is there someone who can come pick you up?" The bartender asked slowly, and made sure to enunciate so Roy could understand him. Through Roy's slurs, he heard the name Riza. "Do you have her number so I can call and ask if she can come get you?"

After a few more slurs, he heard something about a phone and a pocket. He searched Roy's jacket pockets and found the cell phone. The screensaver was a picture of a blonde woman, who was wearing a military uniform and pointing a gun at you. "She your girlfriend or something?" he asked, not trying to be nosey, but just out of curiosity. Roy mumbled something that sounded like "I wish" as the bartender searched for her number. After a wile of searching, he found it. Roy had many women's phone numbers, so it took him a while to find hers.

After a few rings, she picked up the phone. "What is it, sir? It's one in the morning." She said groggily. She must have been in the middle of a good dream or something. She not only sounded groggy, but she was apparently angry as well. Then again, who wouldn't be if they were woken up at one in the morning by a phone call?

"Is this Riza?" he asked a bit nervously after remembering Roy's screensaver.

"Yes, and I'm guessing that you're some bartender calling me to pick up Colonel Mustang. I'll be there in a few minutes." After saying that, she hung up. She sounded extremely agitated, and not just for being woken up by a phone call.

Ten minutes later, a beautiful blonde, wearing red dress that stopped a little more than halfway down her thigh and had a slightly plunging neckline, walked in. She walked towards the bartender, who was standing by Roy. "You must be Riza. I'm glad you could come because I don't think he can remember where he lives." The bartender joked.

"Thank you for not letting him drink himself to death." She said to the bartender before turning to Roy. "Come on, sir. You need to go to bed because we have to go to work tomorrow, well, later on today." She said while helping him up. The two of them walked out of the bar and down the street. Roy tried to say something, but she told him not to even bother speaking because she couldn't understand it anyways.

"Next time, just stay home and drink, so I don't have to get up in the middle of the night." She said rolling her eyes at him. They continued walking down the street, actually she was walking and he was stumbling, but she kept him from falling over.

Riza somehow managed to get her wasted superior officer upstairs to his apartment. "Where are your keys?" she asked Roy, who was about to fall asleep on her shoulder.

"Smyfs pomskmivts" Roy answered in his drunken slur. Riza, having dealt with this many times before, knew that he meant to say that they were in his pocket. She searched his pockets and, of course, they were in his front pants pocket. As she reached in his pocket, she could sense the smirk on his face. She quickly pulled out his keys and unlocked the door.

After closing and locking the door behind them, Riza went to make them some coffee. She started the coffee maker and decided to help Roy to his room while waiting on it to finish. They walked to the room and when they got there, Roy, who had been stumbling the whole way, tripped and fell on Riza, and the both landed on the bed.

Riza tried to push Roy off but was unsuccessful because her arms were pinned down and she couldn't move her legs that much. She finally gave up and sighed. "Why does this always happen? I know you're drunk, so you didn't do it on purpose this time, but still." She knew what was coming next. After all this was the third time it happened.

Roy lowered his head to hers slowly, and gently kissed her lips. That one kiss quickly turned into making out. Riza didn't even notice that her arms were free and she could get him off of her. That was probably because she didn't want him off yet.

They made out on the bed for a while before they started taking things off. Slowly clothes got thrown to the floor. Soon, there was nothing more to take off. At one point they rolled off the bed, but continued on. After they were done on the floor, they went back on the bed. Good thing the wall that his bed was on didn't have another apartment on the other side, or they'd be getting complaints about the noise.

"I love you Riza." Roy said a lot clearer than what he said before, and a lot more serious than she had ever heard him sound. Riza was shocked and caught completely off guard by his statement, but she knew he was being honest. Before she could respond, he was fast asleep.

Waking up the next morning, with a massive headache, Roy gory p and ran to the bathroom to throw up. He threw up quite a lot. He knew he was hung over, but didn't remember ever getting drunk. He was so wasted last night that he doesn't remember what happened.

"Damn, I must've drunken a lot if I'm throwing up like this." He said to himself once he managed to stop vomiting.

"Yeah, you did." The voice that came from the bed was strangely familiar. He'd know that distinct voice anywhere. How could he not, though? It was a voice that he heard, and loved, so much.

Roy turned around, hoping to prove his suspicions wrong, and saw his blonde lieutenant lying in his bed, with only a blanket covering her. Damn it! Why the fuck don't I remember what happened? That was the first thought that came to his mind. He knew all too well what happened, but didn't know what happened leading up to it.

"R-Riza?" was the only thing that he managed to say. He was in complete and total shock. She had never been there in the morning after he got totally drunk, especially not in his bed. She usually got him inside his apartment and left.

"Oh yeah, you don't remember last night, do you?" He shook his head. "Oh well, I guess that's what you get for drinking so much." She said, sarcastically, as she slipped out of bed, with the blanket still around her. She went into the living room to get dressed, so Roy wouldn't be staring at her.

Roy was still sitting on the bathroom floor, confused as hell, until he remembered something. He suddenly got an image in his head. The image was of Riza getting on the back of some guy's motorcycle, and having a quick make out session before leaving wherever they were. His heart sank just remembering it, and he realized that that was the reason he got wasted.

He got up because he realized that Riza had been in the living room for a while, and she wasn't making a sound. As he went to check on her, he saw that the living room was empty and the door was closed, but not fully locked. That means that she got dressed and left. The thought of that made his heart sink so far down that it went past his feet, and since it was Saturday, he wouldn't see her again until Monday at work.

Roy was dumbfounded and completely heartbroken. "What just happened here?" he thought aloud. He was alone in the middle of his living room, so heartbroken that he would have cried if he was anyone else.

I guess Hughes was wrong. Maybe Riza is a slut. He got a huge chill at the thought. He sighed in grief and thought, I thought she had changed. I thought she was better, but I guess she's just as slutty as she was back then. Another sigh of grief came out. Why Riza? Why my Riza? How could I be so stupid to think she had changed at all? I certainly didn't. About a billion thoughts flew through his head, all about her and back then. The happiest memories started coming back to his attention. The best memories he had involved her. From then on, he wanted to win her back, and as everyone knows, Roy Mustang Always gets what he wants.