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This capter is defiantly not my best, but I wanted to update for this fic so it ended up being this, and i randomly found this one that i had done a while ago. Yes another sad one but my next one will defiantly be happier, I'm already working on it. Also if you have any suggestions for themes for my Drabbles (well they are a bit longer than Drabbles) then please tell me! And I would be more than happy to use it! And if there any mistakes on this chapter it's because Im doing this on my phone...and because I suck at spelling and grammar/punctuation.
Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist nor it's characters! All attempts at gaining this have so far failed...
004 - First to go
He always believed he would be the first to go. Either out of his reckless decisions or stupidity. But he never thought it would be her. The one who swore she would stand by him no matter what. The one who devoted her life to him in order for his goals to be achieved. The one who would lay down her life in order to save his.
Colonel Roy Mustang stood stiff and ridged as the coffin was slowly lowered into the ground. The sound of gun shots peirced the air signifying the end of a comrads life. Signifying the end of Riza Hawkeyes life.
The fading rays of sun light clawed desperately through the office windows, creating fractures along the slowly creeping shadows. Silence shrouded Roy Mustangs personal office, suffocating any noise that dare to seep through the walls. His eyes stared hollowly out the window, nothing entering his gaze before turning his chair around to face his desk. Paperwork littered the mahogany surface, no order to the chaotic mess that demanded to be filled in. No order to his life.
She was his order. Riza was the one who kept him going in the right direction, the one who kept him level-headed. Without her there he had nothing. No one to keep him on track, no one to sooth the nightmares that sank its deadly fangs into him at night. No one to confine in, no one to be himself with.
Roy slowly lifted his gaze from the sea of paper, across to the only other desk that dwelled within his office. A sad smile crept onto his face as his gaze landed onto a blue military issued blazer, slung over the chair, abandoned and ownerless. A small edge of white peaking out of the pocket.
Roy pushed back his chair, the sober atmosphere drowning out the soft clack of wheels on wood. His eyes remained fixated on the edge of white, as he silently made his way over to the desk, her desk. Mustangs fingers slid across its cool wood, touching the scattered objects that held fragments of his luitenant. Reluctantly pulling his hand away from the desk, Roy picked up the jacket. His legs gave out as the familiar sent of vanilla and gun powder filled the air with the movement of the article of clothing, his body shuddered with every inhale of air.
Slowly sliding his hand into the pocket, Mustang withdraw a tattered photo, its edges worn down and slight crumbles caressed the image. Roy's breathing hitched as he looked down at the wide smiles that stared back at him. His reflection smiled back at him, not that of a proud and cocky playboy, but one of utter happiness and warmth. Who could blame him though, as wrapped in his arms was his beloved Riza, a rare but heart warming smile spread across her face and the faint remnants of a blush still graced her cheeks.
He remember this photo, it was taken on a mission in which Riza and Roy were to act as a loving couple, though both had no intention of acting. Standing up, Roy made his was back over to his desk, the picture clutched tightly in his right had while the blazer lay neatly over his left. Sitting down, Mustang placed the blazer over his desk and sat back down.
Roy sat for hour, staring at the photo, wishing to look over to Riza's desk and see her smiling back at him, or irritably looming over his desk, the sound of the all to familiar metallic click filling the air as cool metal pressed firmly to his head. Memories of the past seemed to devour Roy, his body sat motionless and eyes void and blank as a hollow bell rang through the buildings, signifying the ending of the work day.
The office door opened slightly, it's hinges protesting loudly. Havoc pushed his head through the gap, to find his commanding officer staring out the window, his paperwork untouched. "Hey chief "' Havoc voice broke through the still air, "Work is over, it's time to go home". Roy turned his head from the window to look at his loyal subordinate. His gaze unfocused and dark.
Havoc cringed. His commanding officer and friend stared at him, the once bright and fiery onyx eyes were nothing more than dark lifeless voids. His eyes were dead.
Roy mustang was dead.
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