Argh, sorry for how late this is... I could give you a bunch of excuses, but - noone cares, so I'll just get on with it and let you read. This chapter, in my opinion, is pretty mediocre, but hey, whatever.

BTW, If you want something where Roy and Riza are in character, go read full metal alchemist. I'm not Hiromu Arakawa, I can't write in character awesomeness like her. (Like the last chapter... That was awesome XD)

That is all.

~Buy My Heart~

Chapter nine: Falling

When you feel that way again
You have to stop your thinking
And think of what you're here for
And let the rest of your feelings go

You've got to find your balance
You've got to realize
You've got to try to find what's right before your eyes
And if you find you've fallen
And all your grace is gone
Just scream for me and I'll be what you're falling on

'Falling On' - Finger Eleven

Really, it was quite obvious now, the way he acted, that familiar air about him, the reason he chose her to be his wife even. Roy Mustang was Tom Monroe.

After realizing this, just one month ago, Riza had said nothing about it to anyone. She was more curious as to whether Roy actually planned on telling her. She was somewhat more calm now, as she had been furious upon this realization - not that she'd acted it, she had just gotten in his car and decided to go back to normal. After all, she was rational enough to know if she confronted him while upset, she'd say things she didn't want to and omit things she did want to say.

"I'm going to work now, Riza." Roy said, stepping into the lounge room she was currently occupying. It was the lounge room, the first room of his she'd been in, and she was sitting on the white, fluffy rug in front of the fire, with 'The Bridesmaid' by Ruth Rendell in her hands.

Riza looked up, her loose hair glowing in the light cast off by the fire. Riza hated winter, and had found it so comforting that the fire was just about always lit in this particular room on every cold day. She smiled. "Good bye, Roy. Travel safely." She said softly, the same thing every day.

He smiled back and with a wave he was gone, the front door closing behind him. Riza sighed, lying back onto the rug. For the month she'd lived there, he seemed like a kind person, like Tom had, and never did he act as if he was better than her, or anything of the sort. And despite the fact that still went out together - at least once a week - he'd never tried to make a move on her.

Not that she wanted him to or anything. He was sweet, respectful and chivalrous, but he also hadn't told her the truth yet.

Riza closed her eyes. Why had she even come back again? She was unsure of the answer herself, but she had stayed.

"Mrs Riza, would you like to go shopping today?" A maid asked, a girl named Sheska, who in all her time here - Riza had only seen a couple of times. Sheska had messy brown hair and a mousy face, framed by glasses, but with a little effort the girl could look beautiful if she tried. Although Riza was beginning to suspect that Sheska was more interested in reading than her own appearance.

Riza sat up and looked at the girl curiously. She didn't seem like the shopping type, well that was considering whenever Riza had seen her, there had been a book in the girl's hands.

"What for?" Riza asked.

"For Mr Roy's birthday." Sheska replied.

His birthday? Riza had had no idea. Roy hadn't mentioned it.

"Which is today." Sheska added helpfully, seeing Riza's blank look.

Riza jumped up. "What? Why didn't he tell me?"

Because, you're not a real couple, was the reply in Riza's mind, although the made was a little more tactful.

Sheska smiled, "He's not really the type to tell people stuff like that. It's not a big deal to him."

"How can it not be a big deal? It's his twenty first birthday?" Riza murmured. She always considered 21 as a big event in someone's life. "I have to do something for him!" She didn't quite know why she felt compelled to do something for him, but it was his birthday and she couldn't just do nothing.

Sheska laughed. "Okay, well why don't we go shopping and look around? You could get some inspiration."

"But, I don't know anything about what he likes." Riza sighed. "I'm pretty useless, for a wife. What does Roy usually do for his birthday?"

Sheska paused thoughtfully. "Last year Maes came over, and they went to bars."

Riza thought for a moment. Roy would probably want to spend time with his best friend. "What if we invited Maes and his wife over for dinner?" Riza suggested

She smiled. "I'll get you Mr Hughes' phone number."

Riza nodded, plans forming in her mind. "Okay."


Roy sighed to himself, as he arrived at the big building that was the main headquarters for Flame Corporations.

"Sir, the files for the Armstrong account have all been transferred." One of his workers told him, handing him a folder in passing.

"Okay, excellent. I'll handle the presentation information, then." Roy replied, as he approached the elevator, stepping in with one of his best friends and most loyal workers, Jean Havoc.

"How's the wife, Boss?" Havoc asked, smirking slightly. Havoc knew everything about the 'marriage', without Roy having told him. But the man could tell how Mustang acted with his women and how there was something different with the way he was with Riza. So, he eventually made Roy cave and tell him everything.

"She's... difficult." Roy replied, struggling to find a word that would suit the strong and beautiful woman.

Havoc chuckled. "Any particular reason?"

Yes.

"No." Roy told him, casually. "It's just her personality."

It was her personality making her difficult. But not in the way one would imagine. Every time he tried to find someway to make her more... affectionate towards him, she'd find a way to turn it around and he'd be the one that was totally smitten. Not that he'd admit that. Ever.

She just happened to have all the aspects of his dream girl. Roy sighed, running his fingers through his gorgeous, silky hair with a sigh. I'm falling. He thought to himself.


Maria Ross smiled absently, as she watched the two boys. Alphonse was reading a book, something that Maria thought was a little too advanced for his age and Ed was...

"Edward, what are you doing?" Maria finally asked and the child prodigy looked up at her.

Edward sighed. "My 'assignment' is to make a collage," He explained, obviously knowing that this was far below his abilities, "and so I want to do mine reflecting the legal system of Amestris, but to do that I need some newspapers."

Maria was really beginning to regret letting him read that dictionary. And encyclopedia.

"I've got a couple in my car, but their kind of old. I'll get them for you." She told him, going to the car and collected the newpapers before bringing them back and putting them on the coffee table. The way Edward's eyes lit up was almost scary.

"Thanks Maria." He replied, already digging into the papers, and Maria felt her heart stop when he opened up a newspaper from a month ago.

Edward froze, looking at the picture in confusion. "Mother?" He said, uncertainly.

"Edward, it's -" Maria began, but Edward interrupted her, as he read out the headline of the article.

"First pictures of Roy Mustang's wedding to the previously unknown bride, Riza Hawkeye."


Roy opened the door to his mansion, only to be met with the face of his long time best friend Maes Hughes, and his true love, Gracia. "Happy Birthday, Roy." The man said, grinning. "Riza invited us over to dinner so we could celebrate."

Roy smiled. "Hey Maes, Gracia you look absolutely glowing."

Gracia smiled, casting a glance toward her stomach, where a baby was nearly finished growing.

"Oh, Roy - You're back." Riza was standing in the doorway, her hair a little disheveled and an apron tied around her waist. "If you guys want to get ready, I can serve dinner in just a moment."

"Got it." Hughes replied, taking Gracia's hand and leading her out of the room, leaving the two to themselves.

"Sienna's helping me cook." Riza said, explaining her appearance. "I'll go clean myself up." She started making her way up the stairs.

Roy watched her for a moment until she turned around. "Roy?" She asked, hesitantly.

"Yes?"

She smiled sweetly. "Happy Birthday, husband." Riza turned back around and made it up the stairs and out of sight.

Roy smirked, I never thought anyone would be able to have such an affect on me. He thought.


"Edward, it's not - "

Edward looked up at Maria sharply. "WHY WOULDN'T SHE TELL ME?" He asked, and Maria could see some hurt on his face, clearly.

"It's not my place to explain Ed, she said she'll visit us tomorrow, you can ask her then."

"But why would Mum hide this from me?" Edward asked.

"Hide what from you?" Al asked, entering the room warily.

"Mum got married to that Mustang guy." Edward answered, straight fowardly.

"But he's her boss?" Al mentioned, uncertainly.

"Yeah, sure." Was Ed's reply.

Maria sighed. What a mess.


The night had gone quite well, Riza reflected as she leaned against the banister of the balcony on the second floor library. The city was buzzing with life and energy in the distance, and the bright lights of the buildings had an almost otherworldly affect on Riza. She loved the glow of the city.

"So Beautiful." Came a voice from behind her.

Riza looked back and smiled at Roy, as he made his way next to her.

"Yes, I love the city at night." She replied, looking out at the view.

Roy looked at her. "I wasn't talking about the city."

Riza made eye contact with him for all of one second before looking away, blushing. "I think you've drunk a bit too much, tonight." She said, trying to will her heart to stop skipping around in her chest.

Roy laughed, "Please, even a blind man could tell how stunningly beautiful you are."

This time, when she met his, dark, alluring eyes, she couldn't find the strength to look away. Not even as he leaned towards her.

He Lied to You, her mind shouted at her.

She stayed perfectly still.

He'll only leave you again.

He continued to move closer.

You're not even in a real relationship.

This time she moved. Except, instead of moving away like her mind was telling her, she moved forward and closed the distance.

Sorry again for the horrible quality. ~ Little Miss