Welcome to the end of Royai Week 2015. Don't cue the sobs yet, there's one more one shot left! (yay?)

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Three scenes, three different headstones, so many different time periods, but the same two people stood in front of them.


Roy and Riza were certain that it was the time. Having lived through the last several decades, through countless storms and sunshine, they both were now feeling the effects of old age. Their wrinkly faces and white hair that gleamed in the sunlight didn't lessen their affection for one another, no. In fact, as they both saw white hairs and a wrinkle appear on their body, they found it suitable to commemorate it with a long night in bed with each together, doing more mature things to each other.

But now the fuck nights have long since ended, the couple were too old to move around on their own without assistance. They each had their own stay at home nurse to care for them through the next few weeks, and at the end of the month, the doctors at the Central Hospital had predicted it was their time. Their lives together were going to end, and there was no way around it.

It was the end of a chilly, snowing November when the strings of fate began to tear apart.

"We've had a good life," Roy mused with his wife. "I think we've made the right choices up until now."

"I doubt we've ever not made a good choice on this bumpy road," Riza commented, coughing heavily at the end. "Say, Roy?"

"Yes, Lieutenant?" Roy asked fondly.

Even though Riza had long been promoted to First Lady of Amestris and Lieutenant General at the same time, not to mention the fact that she had left the military ten years ago to live out the rest of her life, Roy still called her Lieutenant because it was seemed fitting with her name. General Hawkeye was by far too stuffy, not unlike General Mustang, and later, Fuhrer Mustang.

Riza didn't look at her husband. "What happens when we die?"

Roy pondered over the question. It really wasn't every day that Riza actually asked him a more insightful question, and this one really topped anything she has ever asked him in the past. Though he was a bit thrown off in the beginning, he thought about the question deeply. Roy would admit that he has thought about it once or twice, but to imagine the very idea that some god above was about to send them into the afterlife, if that even existed, was well...different.

It was safe to say that he nor his wife was even prepared for their lives to officially end.

"I-I don't know, Lieutenant," he finally replied softly. "Have you ever thought about what it would really be like when we pass on?"

Roy didn't answer the question immediately. He gently coaxed Riza's fingers, unstiffening them. He could tell that Riza was nervous, just as much as he was right then. Meanwhile, Riza looked straight into his eyes, not with her threatening look as she used to look at her Colonel, but with those soft, gentle eyes that wouldn't hurt a soul.

"Once or twice," Roy soon mumbled, but Riza caught the words anyways.

"There really wasn't any evading the question, whether we might be seventeen or eighty three," Riza said. She coughed heavily again, and Roy looked at her with those frightful eyes he had once when he thought his Lieutenant was about to die in front of his eyes. "I'll be okay, Roy."

Roy swallowed the tension stuck in his throat. "I've always imagined dying would be painless and that it would come in our sleep." He closed his eyes, and opened them, still seeing his beautiful wife in front of him.

Riza giggled like a twelve year old child, which made Roy blush. "Are you sure you haven't been reading a bit too much now that you've retired from the military?" she asked.

"No, I'm fairly sure I haven't been," Roy answered, a mischievous smile on his face.

Riza rolled her eyes when he saw his face, as if to say that he has not aged mentally in practically half a century. Roy snuck a quick but emotion pouring kiss on Riza's chapped pink lips, which had Riza turning pink in the cheeks. However, due to the lack of oxygen for the split second of the kiss, she ended up coughing again, more severe than before. Something poured out of her mouth, and Riza clapped a hand over her mouth.

All this time, Roy looked at her with some affection and some concern. When Riza sat up in their bed, he wrapped an arm around her thin waist. "You okay?"

"There's almost nothing that would stop me from really being okay," Riza replied. But the look on her face screamed for medical help, and Roy tugged on her nightshirt. "No, Roy," she said, "it'll be over soon anyways." Her determined facial expression and her face turning whiter by the hour made Roy stop in his tracks. She gave him a weak smile. "It's like the compensation I've been waiting for since the Eastern Rebellion happened."

Roy couldn't stop the waterworks from actually happening that time. "Don't word it like that."

"I can't help but think that maybe my cancer is what I deserve for killing the innocent during that time," Riza continued, ignoring Roy's pleas to stop. "And maybe now, now is when their God is saying that it's over. I have fought like they did so long ago, and I survived this long, but now the death bringers are coming in to wipe me out like the State Alchemists came in to eliminate the remaining innocent so many years ago."

"Riza, you can't possibly be thinking of it like that," Roy sobbed. "We were on orders, is that so much like the cancerous cells in your body?"

Riza licked her lips. "It's a possibility."

She drew her hand away from her mouth, revealing the amount of blood seeping through her fingers. Roy motioned her towards the water bowl on the ground beside the bed, and Riza dipped her delicate hands in, washing out the red liquid stain from her hands. The entire time, Roy held her waist, practically telling her that he was there.

When Riza finished, she looked at Roy again. "See? The blood on my hands, the amount of bloodshed in Ishval."

"Don't make stupid comparisons like that," Roy said, but knew that she was right. The amount of blood on her hands reminded him of the amount of burns on his hands due to him practicing flame alchemy, and then the amount of burns from snapping so much in the Eastern Rebellion.

Riza coughed again, more severe than the one before, and the force was so great from her body that she actually bent over the bed to spit the blood coming out of her mouth. For a few moments, Roy could actually see Berthold Hawkeye bending over his deathbed and dying that fateful night. He blinked.

It's not time yet, is it?

Riza continued to cough, and Roy couldn't stop it this time. The urge to help Riza, his lover, his Lieutenant, his everything, was too far great, and he got out of bed as quickly as he could. He rushed to Riza's other side as fast as his weak thin legs could take him, not to mention the few times he almost fell over. His muscles haven't been working correctly for the past few years, and therefore when the condition grew even worse, he was ordered to bedrest until he died.

"Do you need medical help?" Roy asked, knowing that even medical help wouldn't do her any good. Riza shook her head as the coughing fit grew worse by every passing second.

Roy picked up one of her hands and held it tightly. Riza grasped it as tightly as she could, but Roy quickly realized that her grip was very loose. He looked at her again, seeing the color in her eyes fading in the sunlight coming through the windows. Her face was pallid, but Roy couldn't shed those tears now. He couldn't. He had to be strong until the very end, just for Riza.

"Colonel," she weakly said.

Roy shook his head. Whether or not he had actually meant for her not to speak a single word or for her to not utter her final words was beyond the both of them.

"I."

"No, please don't," Roy gripped her hand even tighter. "Don't."

"Can't."

Roy shook his head vigorously, as if to say 'finish it and I will court martial you'.

"Follow."

"Riza," he sobbed, not really accepting her fate. "Don't leave me here alone."

"Your."

"Riza," he sobbed even harder than ever before. "I know what you're going to say, don't do it. I cannot fathom a world without you, but the truth is, Riza, what is a world without you?"

"Orders."

And Riza's grip slacked, as Roy watched the lights in her eyes fade to nothing. Her body remained still, bent over the bed. The blood still flowed from the corners of her mouth, just like her father when he had died so many years ago. Her delicate hand, once filled with her warmth, was now cold and unfeeling, just like her face right now.

Then Roy collapsed to the ground, not really realizing that his vision had gone from absolute crystal clear to blurry to absolute nothingness within a few seconds.


"Riza," was the first thing he said when he woke up.

Surrounding Roy were a field of flowers, with Riza standing at the very top of the meadow. He noticed she was wearing a sundress on the hot summer day, with sunglasses and a hat to complete the outfit. She lacked shoes at the time, just like when she was seventeen and living with her recluse of a father. Riza held a basket, which she had made herself, and Roy saw the flowers overfilling the basket.

He got up and made his over to his wife. He took her hand and thrusted some daisies into her palm. With his cheeks tinted red, he said, "For you, milady."

"That's awfully nice of you, Mr. Mustang," she said, her short cropped hair dancing even underneath the hat. Riza giggled, and ran down the meadow, with Roy following her with every footstep.

He quickly realized that he was a seventeen year old boy again, living with a seventeen year old Riza Hawkeye and her father, who had dabbled in flame alchemy before he died.

Is this a flashback, Roy wondered. Is my mind playing around with me? Didn't she just die in my arms only moments ago?

He blinked again when he heard the loud laugh of Riza Hawkeye pushing him in front of a grave. He looked around again, seeing the scenery change. Now he was in front of a headstone, wearing his formal clothes, with Riza Hawkeye in her formal clothes right next to him. He read the words on the tomb to himself, and soon realized where he was.

Roy cleared his throat before he spoke. "I'm sorry for making you go through this all by yourself, Riza."

"It's okay, Mr. Mustang," she responded. her grave expression never once flickering. "Thank you for helping me with the funeral arrangements and everything. You didn't have to do that."

"He was my alchemy teacher. How else could I repay him?"

Riza smiled. "He left behind practically nothing but his notes on flame alchemy and myself. I could have managed."

"Sure, let's see how long you would have lasted," Roy teased, but seeing the anger flash on Riza's face, did he stop. "Did he not name a successor to them?"

"He did pass the notes onto me, but hasn't really named one. He left the responsibility to me to pick someone worthy of learning the art now that he has moved on."

"I see," Roy mused.

"Mr. Mustang," Riza started, but hesitated. "Can I trust you with my back at all times?"

Roy knew what she was going to do. After all, he had already lived this once, and now that he knew the secret, he didn't want to know them a second time.

But before he could say no, there was a flash of light, and the scene changed into another grassy area, where graves were marked in the field with headstones.

There were many people there this time, many of which Roy recognized as people from Central Command. He noticed Gracia and Elicia Hughes right in the very front, adorned in their black clothes, and quickly realized where he and Riza were now.

"No," he quietly said, "not this again."

If there was one day he didn't want to relive, it was the day of his best friend Maes Hughes's funeral.

He took Riza's hand, but she quickly pulled away. She looked at him with the kind of face that would probably have killed him if her eyes could shoot bullets as fast as her hands pulled the trigger. He nodded, knowing that there were officers around. He couldn't be seen having an affair with his subordinate, or he would be discharged before he could snap his fingers, along with Riza.

He went up to the front of everyone and chose to stand next to Gracia. Though they weren't exactly best friends like he and Maes, they were well acquainted with one another. After all, Roy was Elicia's godfather.

He got through the service miraculously without shedding a single tear, but the storm was just beginning.

At the end of the service, after everyone had left, including Gracia and Elicia, the latter of which hadn't understood the circumstances she was in, Roy pulled Riza in for a tight hug.

"Sir, the dangers of doing this could potentially affect us in the future," Riza stated, but this time, she didn't let go.

"Are you aware?" Roy blurted out. "Aware that this is something like a flashback or - "

Riza planted a kiss on his lips. "We are, after all, reliving our past before we officially pass on to the afterlife, if such a thing exists."

So she was aware. "So I can kiss you and stuff like that?" he asked.

"Let's try not to harm our so called future that we already lived, all right?" Riza laughed, and Roy agreed.

"Okay," he agreed, looking at the headstone again. "Brigadier General Maes Hughes. You were supposed to support me to the top, but how can you do that now that you are ranked above me?"

Riza watched from afar as Roy cried again for his best friend, and she knew the rain was finally starting to settle in. She walked up to him and took his hand into hers.

"It gets number as it goes," she said. "The pain of losing someone you love wholeheartedly, I mean."

There was a flash of lightning in the distance, and the scene changed one last time.

There were only two headstones in front of them in this last scenario, one dedicated to Roy Mustang, Fuhrer of Amestris and loving husband of Riza Hawkeye, and the other dedicated to Riza Mustang, First Lady of Amestris, Lieutenant General of the Amestrian State Military, and loving wife of Roy Mustang. They both read their gravestones out loud to the other, holding each other's hand at the same time. They were both not ready to see themselves six feet under, no matter the time.

"I guess this is the end, isn't it?" Riza said, leaning on Roy one last time.

"I hope Heaven's got a beer to celebrate," Roy joked.

"I'll have to supervise you, as always," Riza said with a smile on her face.

Neither of them realized that they had become ghosts in the fourth and last scenario, rather than living human beings like they were for the first three scenes.


"It's over," the supreme being overhead acting as the God of Amestris's parallel world with a Tumblr user named fullmetal-royai and a account labeled royaiblue said, sadness evident in her voice. "Their journey may have ended, along with Royai Week 2015, but Royai continues for eternity."


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