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Fullmetal Alchemist is not mine, 'cause if it was, RoyxRiza would have been made cannon.

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Forehead Kiss

They stood there, side by side, looking down at the grave. He was looking down at his master, she at her father. Neither had shed a tear.

"Will you be going to Central?" she asked, her voice flat and emotionless.

"Yes."

"To become a State Alchemist?"

"Yes." They stood in silence, still not looking at each other. "What will you do Riza?"

"I don't know." But she did, she did know. This boy, no, this man beside her, he had a vision. But he couldn't carry it out alone. She would follow him, and protect him, until her death. She just hadn't told him that yet.

She felt the hot tears at the back of her eyes, and knew she wouldn't be able to stop them. So instead, in the little time she had left before the tears came, she said, "It's raining."

"It's not-" he started to say, but she cut him off.

"No. It's raining." And the tears streamed down her cheeks. He was silent, understanding. His arm went around her shoulder. She expected it to stop there, but it didn't. Instead, it lightly tugged her towards him, into his chest. He felt good, warm against the chilly fall air. Safe.

"It'll be alright," he whispered into her hair. His hand cupped her chin, and he lightly pushed her head up, until her forehead became level with his chin. His warm lips pressed right above her eyes, and she felt her them close. "It'll be alright."

They stood there, side by side, looking down at the grave. He was looking down at his friend, she at a man she had come to think of as a second father. Neither had shed a tear.

"Are you alright sir?"

"Yes." But they both knew it was a lie.

"You'll look for his killer." Not a question, a statement. She knew him to well for him to do anything else.

"Yes." He looked over at her. "Will you help me Riza?"

"Do you even need to ask?" She asked a caring, warm smile on her face. She had followed him through Ishval, through the ranks; she had stayed at his side, protecting him.

He looked away again as he put his cap on. She couldn't see his eyes under the brim. He straightened as he said, "It's raining."

Confused, she said, "It's not-"but he cut her off.

"No. It's raining." And she saw a single tear streak down his cheek. She was silent, understanding. As another tear made its way down, she stepped in front of him, and placed her hands on his broad shoulders. Gently, she pushed herself up, tipped the brim of the hat back, and placed a soft kiss on his forehead, right above his eyes. She lowered herself to the ground once more, and wrapped her arms around his waist. "It'll be alright," she whispered into his chest.

He felt good, warm against the chilly fall air. Safe. As his arms wrapped around her waist, she whispered again, "It'll be alright."