Ch.4 What Riza Did
The pair still continues to walk under the burning sun prickling heat onto their fatigue bodies to reach Aerugo filling their dry throats with cool water to soothe the pain that came if they didn't drink enough. They both knew they had to preserve what little they have left. Everything was counting down while they wait for the night to come that can take away their aching. It's what they were so badly wishing for. They needed to hurry up fast.
The seconds, the minutes, and the hours pass by slowly for them as they stare at the nothingness in front. They were both grateful for the cool night air that came with a cold summer breeze awakening their tired demeanors while Mustang started to put the broken pieces back together as he put himself in the past searching for things that are misplaced about her entire situation. Why is the military chasing someone like her? He thought.
In frustration, he clenched his fists by his side and decided to face all the pain Hawkeye had stored deep within her conscience. It didn't matter to him if she kept him in lies, he now only needed the beginning of the small truth she's willing to give him. Roy is just building a small bridge of trust and to gain it he must be willing to go all the way to save her from the hell she's drowning in.
In every lie Hawkeye puts him through, she hides a darker-greater meaning and all she wants is for some strong voice to pull her out of agony. Hawkeye wants to have someone to notice the little things she keeps away from the world and she wants to be helped knowing she pushes the people away who are willing to. It's a hell she can't escape, like an animal fighting the darkest side wanting to find the strongest light in reality.
As a clock ticked and tock their tired bodies out in the night dragging their feet on solid ground, they started to feel their energy flow out that got carried away by a strong streaming breeze. It keeps their eyes awake and makes them move faster to reach Aerugo.
The silence the pair walks in annoys Mustang. It puts him over the edge and the more of the silent space filling up drives him to the brink of internal craziness. He tried to calm down his vigor character and failed miserably. Hawkeye noticed it and smiled in the inside. She grabbed his arm, pushed him to the front and pointed to Aerugo where bright lights flash across the town as ear splitting music blasted through the air and to joyous people running, playing, and dancing around as if everything they ever thought about drifts away.
"FINALLY!" Roy shouts, exasperated from the agonizing silence. "I DON'T HAVE TO SUFFER FROM THE SILENCE!" A big grin came onto his face. He happily shouted until he had no more breath left and felt his lungs begin to burn. "COME ON!" He grabbed her hand catching her a bit off guard watching a childish man run through a blockade of people surrounding one of two of their destinations.
Every person that would run into them by mistake, Roy swifts through the growing crowd along guiding Riza as she dodged the people by the skin of her teeth. They were completely stopped when a waiter came to them with a happy expression and gave them a drink. It reminded him of the question she would have to answer. He hopes to find some truth hidden in a thousand lies. Roy Mustang didn't know what was coming to him or long Riza Hawkeye has been the way she is, right now, he knows she'll have to trust some time. He doesn't know when.
He let go of her bloody stained hand. It didn't faze her that he stopped with his childish antics, but it bothered her that her hand went cold when he quickly let his hand fall by his side. He led the way around the town and trusted her enough that she won't runaway, this time. She's been running away for a long time and if he thought she wasn't going to run on him he was dead wrong because she has a tough time dealing with others, mostly herself.
Mustang persisted to find a bar somewhere in the chaos of the festival that travels anywhere they go. Through the clusters of people, food stands, and more people that stand in front of doubled doors of a bar blasting music loudly. They just had to move along, no matter how difficult the choices are to make them who they are. He placed a calm hand on her back and started to push her, carefully in the bar filled with lingering eyes on Hawkeye. They want more than just her beautiful looks. Mustang bit the inside of her lower lip to ease the jealously that he felt growing deep within his boundaries he shouldn't have.
They sat a small circular table with a bottle of tequila smacked right in the middle of two deadly glaring eyes and dangerous auras emitting off into the intense atmosphere. Hawkeye didn't say anything and grabbed a shot glass and poured the intoxicating alcohol, feeling it burn her throat and making her forget parts of the night. She wanted to get this over with so he doesn't have to keep bugging her, but something told her he wasn't going to stop.
"Can you handle that?" Roy pointed to the bottle with a calculated look in his eyes. He didn't care what happens tonight as long as he gets the information he wants. He grabbed a shot glass as well then drank away his worst questions.
"I wouldn't be drinking it if I couldn't." Hawkeye responds in a cool manor, downing more of the alcohol. "On with whatever you want." She suddenly proclaimed. Roy gave her a dubious expression, but remained calm.
"Is that sarcasm I hear?" A smug smirk came clear on his mouth while he tried to keep their suffocating air at a minimum. "Why so eager to answer my questions now?" Roy set the glass cup down and focused his attention towards her ghost of an expression.
"I don't what to keep you in my lies." She mumbled, incoherently. It wasn't a complete lie or truth. The suffocation slowed its way downward at the table they sit at and left to breathe some cool air. Mustang stares at her with a confused glance as he tried to process the line she said. His drink slowly fell out of his hand and clumsily placed it back on the table.
"Are you guilt tripping me, now?" He asked, incredulously. She raised her head and faced his unsure black gaze.
"I didn't know my father trained a man like you." Hawkeye's brow started to twitch in irritation from the ego he has. The stupid ways he bothers with her puts a shit eating grin on his boyish features.
"Now you're being funny." Roy implied, pointing his finger toward her slouched body while his annoying grin remains.
A malicious glare seeped into her burgundy murderous eyes that threaten to break any and every bone in his well atoned body. He observed her playful movements and his grin grows wider. Hawkeye sighed in defeat while he kept an unfazed look.
"You're enjoying this?" She implied with a slight aggravated growl.
"The half of it." Roy said in a low tone. He watched the other people in the bar have their eyes on a beautiful-dangerous woman who can kill them in less than thirty seconds.
How did I ever let myself get this man following me . . .? She thought.
"A beautiful lady like you attracts all the attention of the weirdest men." A genuine smile came into her view. She stayed voiceless and blankly blinked numerous times at the situation he left them in.
"You would be the first one on that list." Hawkeye says in a sarcastic manor, a grin eating away at her gracious lips until she realized where he places her.
"Oh, now there's a list?" Mustang gazed at her confused look then caught on to what bothered her.
"Excuse me?" Hawkeye said in a slow and perplexed tone. Mustang copied the same expression she had a second ago and realized what the reason was.
"You've never been called that?" He asked, incredulously. "Beautiful?" He declared in a sly way. He stayed quiet for a few seconds to just gaze at the attractive view sitting in front of him, no matter how many ways she knows to dismantle him.
"You'd be the first." She mumbled. He watched her turn her head down and smiled when he saw a bit of red emerge. He lightly laughed to himself as a new character of Mustang sat across from a bewildered Hawkeye. She sits there, still with a blank expression as she tries to catch on what Roy is going to say next.
"I wouldn't see why not." He proclaims in a soft tone. Her eyes widen at the thought of him complementing her even though she put him through enough chaos. "You are a beautiful woman." Seeing this side of Mustang shocked her, slightly.
"Thank you." She whispered, unsure about what he meant. It scared her to have noticed these things about her in a way she hides deep, doubtful emotions.
Roy stayed quiet for a quick moment and let Hawkeye process his meaning in her own way, but Roy would eventually explain the real reason once he figures it out for himself. His relaxed went between her confused state and some of the men in the bar keeping their lustful eyes on her fragile body.
"Why did that soldier ask for you?" Roy folded his hands under his chin asking in a calm way. His intent stare fell on her broken frame as he forces himself to ask these types of questions and he knew it hurt her, keeping all the mistrusted thoughts in her head and making her a person she's never wanted to become.
"I killed my father." She proclaims in a dry tone. Hawkeye study's the wall behind Mustang's head, burning a hole into it, not wanting to face his collected black eyes.
In slight shock, he gawks at her simple answers and stumbles over the words he can't phrase and can't come to terms with. He acted a bit, like a fool then shut his mouth, not wanting to be a bigger fool and stayed quiet for a short period. Roy hated to have his master's daughter sit in front of him in a dangerous condition that he might not be able to fix.
You can't always fix what's broken, but she's a different matter . . . He thought.
"How?" Roy leaned back into his chair eyeing the bottle of alcohol. He needed more to forget the answers she telling him. He couldn't seem to look her in the eyes.
"A gas leak." Hawkeye says in a weak voice. She fights the never ending hatred of her father and keeps all the pain she's bared deep inside her head, making her seem like a patient person when she knows sooner or later the person Hawkeye tells will not say she's a patient person.
"Why?" He asked, again with a steady tone then he fixed his posture. His were trained on her still burning a hole.
"I told the story before." She mumbled and stares at his confined eyes. "My mother was abused by the man I use to call father. Those two constantly argued and it never stopped then one day he drank himself to a certain point, lashed out my mother. All I heard were screams of agony." It had slowly begun to rain down while Mustang watched a horrible scene that started to be displayed. He softly wiped away a streak from her face.
"How long do you plan on running?" Roy kept his hand on her soft cheek. She stayed silent. The sound of the ear splitting music still blasting through became essentially silent around the two as they focus on each other.
Hawkeye never wanted to be put in that position, again, having to tell Mustang about her painful past of her terrible father who did cruel actions on her mother. Hawkeye quickly rose to her feet, dodged the people who became a blockade and ran out the door. She left a silent and shocked Roy Mustang behind with his hand still in the same position then after a moment of her exit he ran after her. He didn't want to make her life any more difficult than it is. As of now, he thinks of the happiness he's going to bring to her.
As Roy made it to the outside of the bar, he stood at the entrance, turning his head left and right to every corner it allowed him. Roy knew he didn't have time to waist and without thinking ran off into the overcrowded populated streets. The way the people moved to the beat of the music became a harder target to dodge while Mustang roughly shoved away the people he didn't care for and caught the one person he cares for by the hand and spun her around to still see the streams of tears fall down her face.
The cold stare given her teary eyes make Roy's body immobilized. The sick feeling to have to live that kind of expression every day felt like a nightmare playing in reality and he hated every second of it because it was becoming true. They way everything begun to play out for them everything had been put on the line, making sacrifices they don't want. Roy loathes every second he can't help her and the dark secrets she keeps hidden, all he needs for her to do is to open up a little and let him aid her in any way he can.
Roy forced his restricted body to move, whispered breathlessly by her hear. "Riza . . ." She tensed at the dreaded pleading in his voice that seemed to scare her in a slight way. She wanted to move away from the position she's in and to keep him from doing something he might regret. He dragged her forward smashing his muscular body against hers and slammed down his mouth on hers with intense passion.
Hawkeye froze as Roy placed one hand around her neck and passionately kissed her with all the frustration she made him build in his veins, letting it pour out into one unsettling situation she might not be able to let go of. She felt his other hand wrap around her waist, possessively and suddenly slammed her back against a brick wall behind an abandoned building. Hawkeye firmly heard Roy place his forearms on the wall beside her head as he pinned her in place and felt herself unwillingly fall into the kiss because it has been a long time since someone cared for her in such a way she can't explain.
Hawkeye stopped trying to struggle against his iron grasps and involuntarily let her arms snake around his waist in discomfort as she heard a small groan coming from Mustang, mixed with pleasure and pain that they both needed to let out and making him stay away from the dangerous mess she's already become.
"Riza . . ." Roy growled against her lips. She felt the low rumble of his voice travel through her body before he stole her breath away, once more.
You don't have to keep running anymore . . . He thought.
