Disclaimer: Yeah, like a sixteen-year-old would own Fullmetal Alchemist…
Author's Note: Yeah, I um… though about this while trying to think of a good plot for the end of this other story I'm writing... Also, I think I might have a spoiler or two in here...
Two years. It had been two long damn years. Two years since the final fight with the Fuhrer. Two years since Dante had lived. Two years since Al had been the Philosopher's Stone. Two years since the military's famous Roy Mustang had left.
He had turned and left to the Northern Borders without a word to anyone. Where he had been living, nobody knew. People had searched, but nothing ever turned up. That was until…
The funeral was larger then anyone could have guessed. Blue uniformed men arrived. People who seemed almost as mysterious as his death journeyed to bid their good-byes. The now slightly older Elysia Hughes, along with Mrs. Gracia Hughes came. Hell, even the Elric brothers had come.
But all of them were moved aside as one person stepped forward to look at the headstone. Burgundy optics watched the ground, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to fall. Golden strands blocked her vision of everyone around her. Like she wanted to see them. No, that wasn't it. She didn't want them to see her like this.
Stopping, she finally raised her head enough to see the burial site. It was simple. A grey headstone, a small boutique placed by Elysia. The casket had already been buried, leaving behind a fresh scent of wet dirt.
She stood there, staring down at it all. Silence threatened the crowd. Even the occasional sobs had stopped as she stood there. They all waited. Waiting for what exactly, they weren't sure. For her to make a move. For her to say something. But the longer they stood there, the more awkward the silence became. And so they waited for moments on end. And finally, a mumbled word came from her lips.
The group looked up to see if she would repeat herself. And she did.
"Bastard!" A few gasps escaped people's lips when they heard the terrible curse she threw at the dead man's grave.
"Bastard!" she repeated. "I hate you! Leave for two years and then return, dead? Who the hell do you think you are? Just to leave us all. To leave me? You left without saying good-bye, and now I'll leave you the same way. Damn it Roy Mustang! I hate you!"
Everyone's eyes were on her. The sudden outburst had shaken them all. None had expected her to come through with such cold spite. They knew she had resented him for a time. After all, the man had left her without whispering a word of where he was off to. And most knew how bad it had broken her.
Silently, groups of people started to leave. Only one person stayed rooted to their spot. Her lone figure stayed there, standing in front of his grave, willing herself to move. The sun had started to dip low into the horizon. Her shadow had grown long and cast an eerie shadow on the ground.
Finally, she dropped to her knees, burying her face in her hands. A fresh wave of tears cascaded down her pale cheeks. Howls of pure sorrow echoed across the empty burial ground. Shoulders shook with every sob.
But even with all the sadness that tore at her heart, it was nothing compared to her raw, cruel, rage. Fists dug into the ground and she looked at the headstone. It swam in her still tear filled vision. Eyes narrowed and at that moment all her hatred and rage became evident.
This man had left her. She had… had loved him and he left! Damn it she hated him!
"Bastard," she whispered once more. The night sky had taken over. Glowing moon cast a silvery glow down onto the woman below.
"Damn it," her voice was soft, barely a whisper this time. "Why do I still love you?"
Author's Note: Yep, that was it. Sorry, it's kind of crap...
