It's been a while since I updated this one. I've been busy with my other stories. Not exactly my best works but hey, I needed to update.

Disclaimer: Don't own it, as usual.


A Voice that Carries but Doesn't Reach

Riza woke up with the mother of all headaches. She gingerly touched her head when she felt a wave of pain take over her. Her hand came in contact with some bandages. Now she remember why she was in pain. Her idiot colonel didn't heed her warning about that building they were sent to inspect, and she had pushed him out of the way to save him. So she concluded that she was in a hospital now.

"How long have I been out?" she said in a hoarse voice.

She let her hand drop down to her side only to come in contact with something a bit fluffy yet coarse. By the feel of it, she could tell that it was hair. She looked down to find her hand running through a tuft of black hair. There was no doubt whose patch of black hair it belonged to. Her colonel was the only one with hair this long.

"Colonel," Riza called out to him. Her throat hurt when she spoke, probably from not being used much. It came out barely a whisper and nearly cracked. Roy made no movement at the sound of his name. That was no surprise. The man could probably sleep through an earthquake. "Colonel."

There was still no movement from the sleeping man next to her hip. Riza didn't think that it would do for him to continue to sleep in that position. He was going to have the mother of all backaches when he woke up, much like she did with her headaches. So she decided to wake him up but since her voice wasn't getting through that thick skull of his she would have to wake him up another way.

"Colonel," she called again, allowing him one more chance before she carried out her plan.

Roy continued to sleep, slightly drooling. Seeing that he wasn't going to heed her warning again, Riza took the pitcher of water on the side table next to her bed and dumped it on his head. Roy immediately fell back out of his stool onto the ground with a thud.

"Damn it, that's cold," he shouted at he got to his feet ready to toast whoever dumped ice cold water on him. He looked around the hospital for his next victim. There was no one there other him…and his lieutenant. He quickly looked over at her to find her smiling at him. "Riza! You're awake!"

Roy nearly pounced on her as gathered her up into a hug. He paid no attention to the fact that he was getting her wet. He was just happy to have her awake. She didn't care either. Roy was smiling and that was all that mattered to her. When they broke apart, he sat down and waited for her to scold him about being a reckless idiot. But Riza didn't say a word. She just laid there smiling at him.

"You know you could have woken me up in a different way. A simple "Colonel" would have sufficed."


Scars

"Riza, where did you get that scar?" Roy said when he noticed a blemish on her body.

At the moment, Roy and Riza were changing in their office. There was a ball that night and neither had time to go home and change since a certain colonel refused to do his paperwork on time. Riza didn't think it was necessary for her to go all the way to the other side of the building to change in the locker room when the office was a perfectly good place. She and the colonel know each other long enough for her to be comfortable with the undressing aspect. Besides it wasn't like this was the first time they saw each other in only their undergarments nor was she unarmed at the moment.

"Which one?" Riza asked as she adjusted her stockings.

"The one on your stomach," Roy said as he touched the scar. Riza immediately stood up at his touch. It was a sort of unspoken rule that there was to be no touching between each other, at least at the office. His finger rubbed over the flesh as she stiffened a bit. They would get into a world of trouble if anyone walked in right now. "Sorry."

"It's alright. You usually keep your hands to yourself whenever we change in the office. Anyways, that one is from Ishbal."

"How did you get it?"

"An enemy got into the building I was hiding on and shot me at the same time I shot him."

By now Roy had Riza wrapped in his arms. The two of them still in nothing but their underwear. Roy had busied himself with kissing her neck. Riza was actually trying to get him dressed by buttoning up his shirt though she did enjoy the feeling of his lips on her neck.

"Is that the only scar you have?"

"The only one from the war. The rest are from you. Now stop, we have to get dressed."

"But we have plenty of time," he said, laying her down the couch with him on top. "Beside I want to make sure you aren't lying about those scars. You couldn't have gotten only one scar from the war."

"And when did you get that scar?" Riza said as she point to a little scar on Roy's shoulder.

"Last night."

"I don't remember doing that to you last night."

"Hayate did it. It seems he didn't enjoy me touching you while you were asleep last night."


I don't want to see

Roy was in a state of shock. He thought today was going to be a regular day at the office. Well, whatever was deemed normal in his day at the office. He just never expected to see this standing in front Headquarters. Sure he had issued the miniskirt policy yesterday and expected to see a fuming Riza. Instead he was greeted with a smiling Riza in what he believed to be the shortest miniskirt in the world.

"Morning, Fuhrer," she greeted him. "Did you have a good night?"

"Umm…yes," Roy said trying to get over the shock. "Are you okay, Riza?"

"Of course, I am, sir. Why wouldn't I be?"

"I just expected you to be mad about the new uniform."

"I've dealt with it."

"Oh."

"Let's getting go. Headquarters will be in disarray if you don't get started on your paperwork."

So Roy and Riza walked into the building. Roy had a feeling that something was amiss, but at the sight of Riza's legs his mind was in the gutter. Which was why he initially failed to take notice of his surrounding officers. It wasn't until Havoc had stomped his way up to him that he was finally let into the loop.

"Fuhrer, this isn't exactly what I meant when I agreed to the miniskirt policy," Havoc nearly screamed out when he pointed to his legs.

"Why the hell are you wearing a miniskirt, Havoc?"

"Because you issued the order that said that all officers were from now on to wear miniskirts with their uniform. And Hawkeye has made sure that every officer has followed it."

"I didn't want to see your legs. I wanted to see hers." Roy immediately pointed his index finger toward Riza's legs. By now most of the male personnel had gathered around their newly appointed Fuhrer. None of them seem to enjoy the miniskirt policy. Sure they enjoyed seeing the female personnel in them but if it meant they would have to then there needed to be a talk with a certain fuehrer. A thought had don on Roy when he turned his attention to Riza. "So this is why you're so happy. You knew I forgot to put the word "female" in the order."

"Of course, sir. I do proofread all of your paperwork."

"I didn't want to see hairy men's legs all day. I wanted to see smooth silky legs, preferably yours, draped across my lap."

"Maybe this will teach you to do your paperwork properly."

"Fuhrer Mustang!" boomed through the hallway as Armstrong made way towards all of them. It wasn't the best sight to behold since Armstrong's miniskirt was almost as short as Riza's. It showed off too much of his leg muscles. "I absolutely love wearing this miniskirt. It provides so much freedom."

"I'm glad at least one male officer is happy," Roy awkwardly said.

"And look, I don't have to wear boxers anymore," Armstrong said lifting up the hem.

"Ahh, I'm blind!" Roy screamed as he covered his eyes. The other men did the same. Riza just turned around. "I definitely don't want to see that anymore! Riza, write this down."

"Go ahead, sir," Riza replied.

"By order of Fuhrer Roy Mustang, no man whether they be officers or not is to ever wear a miniskirt. Female officers are still required to wear them."

"Sir…"

"Fine, fine. Female officers may wear either the miniskirt or pants with their uniform."

"Thank you, sir. You can sleep in bed with me again."

"Good, good. Now Armstrong, pull your skirt back down!"


That Which Cannot be Understood

Havoc and the others were always confused as to why their colonel, Roy Mustang, would give everyone a day off. It wasn't the fact that he had given everyone the day off; it was that it was always on the same day every year. For that one day they wouldn't see him. He would literally disappear off the face of the world. It sort of became a tradition for Havoc, Falman, Breda, and Fuery to spend the day together, even though they did that every day. They often just went barhopping. But this turned out to be different from all the other years because they decided to walk around downtown instead.

"Havoc!" a voice called out to him. He immediately turned out to be smothered by an elderly woman. "My little chain smoker!"

"Mama Mustang!" Havoc shouted as he hugged the woman. They were soon joined by a man that Havoc easily recognized. "Papa Mustang!" He shook hands with him after he was released from the hug. "What are you two doing here?"

"We always come visit Roy on this day," Mama Mustang answered. "And where have you been? Roy says that you're always busy every year we come. Yet I never see you working in the office when we stop by."

"I've been around. Mustang never told me about your visits. If I've known, I'd pick you up from the train station."

"That little fire starter of mine. Telling me that you were too busy to see your Mama Mustang, the nerve of that boy."

"And where is Mr. Pyro?"

"Don't know," Papa Mustang answered. "He looked a bit nervous. I think he saw somebody he knew. We got separated a few minutes later."

"There he is!" Fuery shouted as he point out into the crowd at Roy. "He's talking with Hawkeye."

Sure enough, there was Roy sitting next to Riza at a water fountain. Hayate was sitting in Riza's lap as the two of them talked with each other. Roy did look like he was nervous as he sat there. He kept looking around, most likely looking around for any signs of his parents.

"Hawkeye?" Mama Mustang questioned them. "Who's that?"

"Oh, that's just the first lieutenant," Havoc answered. "We usually call her by her last name, Hawkeye. Her first name is Riza."

"Riza? Is that the Riza my little boy keeps talking about every time we visit? He just can't stop talking about her. It's always Riza this, Riza that. Come on, Honey. Let's go join up with them. We have a lot to talk about."

Mama Mustang grabbed onto her husband's arm and dragged him away to talk with Roy and Riza. Havoc and the others now knew why they never saw him on this day. The blush on his face was well worth the pain that they were going to be in the next day because Havoc was absolutely sure that Mama Mustang was going to tell Roy about how they pointed them out. He knew why Roy gave Riza the day off now, but he couldn't understand why Roy gave him and the others the day off. They knew when to keep their mouth shut and not embarrass him unlike Maes. And it wasn't like Roy had a thing for them.


Murderer

Murderer. It was what many had said before the snap of his fingers or the hiss of her bullets. The one word that would echo through their minds as they are pulled into the world of despair and depression. It was a word they would hear many more times when they returned to their own country. They were murderers now. Killers sent to do the bidding of another without a reason behind it.

But like every coin, there's always two sides of a story. To the Ishbalans that they killed, they were murderers. But to every soldier there, they were heroes. They had protected their lives at the cost of their souls. To the people waiting home for them, they were heroes. They were ensuring a safe country for their families.

In Roy Mustang's mind, he was every bit a murderer. He killed those that didn't deserve to die. To him he was a true murderer for taking away those that were trying to save lives. He had been called "the war hero of the Eastern Rebellion" but he would have gladly taken the title "destroyer of lives". His hands are completely covered with the blood of innocents and yet he wonders how she can still see him as a hero.

Riza Hawkeye has followed him nearly all of her military career. It's no wonder that her hands are covered in blood as well. He always seem to attach destruction but yet she still chooses to stay with him. She sees what he can't see. She sees a human being.

Roy sees a heroine in her as much she sees a hero in him. She had saved his sanity, heart, and soul simply by being loyal to him, but more importantly by being his sanity, heart, and soul for him. Riza sees a hero in him because he gave meaning and purpose to her life. They see each other as murderers. But at the same time, they see each other as heroes because like every coin there's two sides to a story: one where they take lives and another where they protect them.


It'll probably be a while until I update this one again. Oh well, you have my other stories to keep you busy until then. See ya!