finally found the word!!! the word i've been looking for!! "soldier" !!
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Chaptser 3
"Riza..."
He stood there, staring at her. She was lying there, by a pool of blood, her hair a mess. A few soldiers were pulling out those who were squished underneath the heavy cement, taking desperate measures in trying to save their lives.
"H-Hawkeye - dono!" Jean Havoc gasped, the moment he located the other end of the passageway.
He ran towards the unconcious officer, but before he could even touch her Colonel Mustang interrupted him.
"Havoc"
"Colonel?"
"It's better if you leave her be. Moving her might cause more damage. Wait for the first aid group, in the mean time it's best if you don't move her" he said, without even looking at either of them.
"H-Hai" he nodded and stepped back.
Roy took one more glance at Hawkeye before leaving the area and into the battlefield.
Havoc couldn't help wonder if there was something between them.
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"That's what's wrong with you. You're too secretive" he was stroking her hair while she kept her eyes to her paperwork.
She was sitting there in the office; in front of her was her desk. Her Colonel had been chatting about some things. He was now sitting on her desk.
She slowly raised her eyes to meet his. She pushed his hand away.
"Quite a pressumption that is, Colonel" she said sternly. "I am assuming that you still have paperwork to do, so i suggest that you better use your time wisely"
Colonel Mustang sighed and stood up, walking over to his desk. "Paperwork, Paperwork, and on such a beautiful day, too" he said, while taking a look outside before sitting down. "How tiring".
Moments of somewhat awkward silence.
"These files are finished, Colonel" Hawkeye stood up, picking them up.
"Already?" Roy yawned.
"I arranged them alphabetically and then according to date. Everything is finished. All you have to do is read and sign" Hawkeye placed them on his desk, shoving them to his chest. She was getting a little irritated with his recklessness.
"How very impressive" Roy gave a little snicker. "And to think i just handed these over to you this morning"
"That, Colonel, is because i spent the last five hours actually doing something"
"Ne, Hawkeye, why do you have to make it so perfect?"
"Is there a problem with it?"
"Nah, nah. But it wouldn't hurt to make a mistake once in a while"
"If there is no problem with it, i see no reason to discuss over such a thing"
Roy gave a little smirk and placed his hand on her chin. "I wonder" he said. "If I could one day see all those emotions, all those feelings, which you keep masked behind that straight face"
Hawkeye gave him a little stare,
She sighed and once again, pushed his hand away. "Your paperwork, Colonel" she reminded him before walking back to her desk.
'You scare me, Colonel Mustang'. She sat there, in a place where she usually isolated herself. She sat in that place with all her thoughts and memories. It was a place where she kept all her emotions, countering them with very logical and scientific reasoning, making them slowly dissappear.
However, she never found any logical reasoning on why her heart beat races everytime he looks her in the eye.
It was a dark place. A place that only she knew of.
She was still unconcious. She stayed in the comforting arms her mind offered her.
She sighed.
"Okasan" was the faint whisper she heard.
She frowned. "Okasan" she repeated. "Okasan". It didn't suit her. She wasn't good enough to be a mother. She risked her child's life and at 3 months of giving it such a small amount of love and care, she might have killed it.
She saw a ball of mist float above her, seemingly resembling all her mixed emotions.
She marveled at it. 'I was given a blessing' she murmured, 'but i was being selfish'
She raised her hand and touched the glowing ball, and it immediately shattered.
She gasped. Reality struck her. Kneeling down, she opened her fists and stared at her bloodstained hands. A scream came out of her, followed by rapidly flowing tears.
"I'm sorry" she said.
In this place of darkness where she conceals the shouts and desperate cries of her heart, she moans.
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Roy was getting bandaged by a nurse (who fell head over heels in love with the dashing man).
"How is that, Colonel Roy Mustang?" she asked sweetly.
"Arigato, Rena" he said. "It's fine"
'aaaaah' The young nurse hugged herself when Roy left.
"Colonel, are you okay?" Jean Havoc asked when Roy stepped out of the room.
"Hai" he answered.
"Great. The General said you will be reassigned to the camp by the 15th sector. You will depart tomorrow"
Roy sighed. "And to think i just got my injuries healed. And how about you, are you well enough to fight again?" Roy asked him.
Havoc looked at his bandaged hands. "The General said i will be returning to the camp tomorrow, I'm still assigned to the northern part of Saramin"
Kain took a good look at the both of them and sighed after seeing all their injuries. "I'm glad i'm only assigned to office work".
"Has Major Armstrong returned to the battlefield?" Roy asked them.
"Hai" Havoc answered. "He was shipped there this morning. Saramin seems to be even more pissed since their leader died"
"How foolish" Roy sighed. "Are they not aware that their leader commited a suicide?"
"They most probably doubt that" Havoc shrugged. "They doubt anything the military says"
Roy gave a small smile.
"Saramin is a troublesome lot" Roy commented. "Dropping bombs here and there, shooting random officers, and such a big group they are, too"
"A stubborn one as well" Havoc yawned. "Wouldn't even listen to a second freaking opinion, and it's painful on both sides" he said as he stared at his burnt arms, now freshly bandaged.
"Ne, imagine what a rough time Lieutenant Hawkeye-dono must be having. Even if she's still unconcious since she was taken from the passageway by the 23rd Sector in Shiouin Street" Kain looked at the room wherein Hawkeye was placed in, where several nurses and doctors are still crowded over her, trying to save her.
"I heard she took 3 shots" Havoc said. "One hit her stomach. Poor girl, the emotional pain must be killing her faster than the physical pain"
"I doubt that" Roy said. "Riza Hawkeye is possibly the best sharpshooter in military history, since she was given the title of Major she was tasked to command every war that was aroused. I doubt that three shots; two on the chest and one on the stomach--- could hurt her much"
Havoc and Kain looked at him with rather confused looks.
"Eh, you didn't hear?" Kain asked.
Roy raised an eyebrow. "Hear what?"
"So the news didn't reach you yet. She never told anyone, though" Kain sighed, pushing his glasses up. "I'm not very surprised, they only verified it a moment ago"
Roy grabbed his collar and looked him in the eye, one hand threatening to reduce him to ashes. "What was only verified a moment ago?"
"Ehh" Kain stuttered. "She carried a child for three months already; She already had it before she was tasked to fight Saramin. Lieutenant Hawkeye was pregnant"
Roy released a relieved Kain and stepped back. "Was?"
"It's like i said" Havoc said, feeling horrible for his superior who, he was sure of it now, felt something for the 1st Lieutenant. "She took 3 shots; one hit her stomach"
It took a while for this to sink it for Roy Mustang. He just stared blankly at space until finally, with a straight emotionless face, he spoke. "I see". With that, he walked over to the door wherein Hawkeye was currently being nursed.
Kain and Havoc stared at him as he looked through the glass door.
"Hold on" he said in a faint, barely audible whisper. "Riza..." Calling her with a name he rarely used, he left the base, sending her a string of hope which she very much needed.
Struggling with her will to live, she heard his words through the beating of her heart.
"Hold on, Riza..."
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Okay, that was Chaptser 3. Please send in your reviews.
I'll be uploading Cshapter 4 soon.
I'm not sured if i kept them in character, though.
Oh, and like i always say, i accept criticism like a big slice of chocolate cake.
oh yeah, just so you know, i'm making their kid live.
