Im reallyrellyreallyreallyyyyyy ... sorry about the reallyreallyreallyreallyyyyyyyy ... long wait, but I got cofused with the betaed chapters an un betaed chapters and the names and all. Im a complete disaster. But still I expect you to like my story ...:D
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Riza stared at her house. The walls that had seen her grow the aisles she had walked a million times, and ran as a kid. The window in her bedroom were she snuck every night to go to his room and stay up until way past midnight playing chess or any absurd card game. That same house that had almost felt like home until her mother died; was burning to ashes, with its first owner inside.
He was nowhere to be seen; ever since he left to take that stupid military exam she hadn't seen him, and now this. Her house was on fire and her father was inside. She cried panic tears, fat, thick inconsolable tears. But she didn't understand those tears, neither did he.
He was standing right behind her, looking down at her long disheveled hair and her inconsolable tears, the tears he didn't understand.
"He burnt your back." He said softly with a hint of pity.
"He was my father." She turned to face him. The beautiful face he had grown so use too along the years. But it had changed. It changed when she was twelve.
"Save him." He said plainly.
"I can't." Now she cried anger and pity. "He ruined my life when I was twelve." And she cried more, and he knew that once this was over she would not shed one more tear for the death of a human being.
Because people shed tears for their loved ones, and she had none left.
"You killed him." She whispered. She had stopped crying.
"You burnt my home. Our home to ashes. My father should have never taught you. It is your fault I bear the sigil you were meant for. But he knew I would take care of it, he knew I would use it well."
"I didn't do this." He defended himself.
"I swear I will never use that circle. I would never do that to a person. I would never do that to you."
"You lie. From now on I hold as much hate to you as I did to him." She had stopped crying and she would never cry again, because he was not a loved one.
"Roy…" He felt a thump in his side.
"Roy!"
He woke up abruptly and felt the sweat come down his body, felt the ends of his fingers and his lips turn cold and then his heart leaped up to his throat and back down. And then he realized he was in a ship headed to London with three new friends, one more important than the others.
He breathed hard, in and out. And he felt a bit better, but he couldn't talk, to many things ran through his head and his tongue at the same time, all mixed up.
"Calm down, it was just a nightmare." Claire smoothed his sweaty hair with her palms and held his head in her hands.
She was in his nightmare, no it wasn't her. It was Hawkeye, again.
"You…" He managed say and cough slightly.
"Me? … Come on I can't be that bad looking to make you sweat like this."
He laughed and struggled with his breathing.
"You okay?" she said with a motherly voice.
"Yeah. I'm… fine."
"Well, obviously you're not fine, but at least you didn't jump into a heart attack."
He smiled. This wasn't her, they were so different and alike, and yet they both seemed important to him.
She smiled back.
"Ill get you a glass of water." And she left the small compartment they shared in the boat.
Roy was left again with nothing but his thoughts and his sweaty clothes. He didn't feel comfortable.
Even though things hadn't been going on as easy as they did before with Claire, they were starting to go back the right way. Jean and Antoinette had left the room a long time ago, they said they went for a walk but it seemed to Roy they had jumped out of the boat.
He wasn't as exited as the rest about this London thing, but he did have a strange feeling about it.
"You feeling better?" Claire appeared on the door with a glass of water and handed it to Roy.
He drank it all at once.
"Thanks." He handed her the empty sat calmly but seemed prepared for something.
"What's wrong Roy?" She had a sad look on her face.
"What? What do you mean?" He was a little lost in the subject.
"Jean told me, he heard you shout thing in your sleep."
"What kind of things?" He was afraid he had said something he shouldn't have while he was unconscious.
"You know, about that girl and… well they weren't very coherent without a story you know."
Okay, so he might have said something by they didn't get it.
"Hawkeye?"
"Yeah."
"Well she's no one you need to worry about." He didn't like the way the conversation was taking.
"I'm not worried about her, I'm worried about you."
"I know, but don't worry, its nothing." Hawkeye use to worry to, about everything… stop thinking about Hawkeye!
"Its okay if you don't want to share it." She seemed a little hurt though, as she felt he didn't trust her.
"No, Claire… it's just. Well…" How to put this?
"Hey don't stress yourself, just forget about it." She placed a hand on his shoulder.
The door slid open and Antoinette's head poked behind Jean's shoulder.
"Hey guys were about to get there, finally. Want to see the view?"
"Sure." Roy stood up quickly. Anything to get away from this conversation.
Claire followed.
The trip to London had been extraordinarily long and she was desperate for land.
Once in the deck Roy felt how everybody's eyes popped open, he felt he had been blind until now.
People usually said once you'd seen Paris you'd seen it all, but for a French person that did not apply. Claire had never seen such a beautiful setting. The sun was just setting over the sea and the rushing in the London port was just amazing. Lights were starting to turn on and the tall buildings made a perfect contrast with the flaming sky. It was truly beautiful.
"I love it" Antoinette whispered as if enchanted in some sort of dream, just like Jean looked, but he wasn't staring at the view.
About an hour later the ship finally got to the port and people started coming down as desperate as them to see land.
It was the 28th of December; New Year was in three days.
"So were are we going first?" Claire asked, bags in hand.
Nobody really looked that inspired to start visiting.
"Umm, Claire I really believe we should get settled first."
"Oh, right." She looked disappointed.
"So were do we go?" Roy suggested the settling part but he had no actual idea of where.
"I umm, I had a few hotels but no real reservation." Jean suggested.
"Lets check them out." Claire really seemed eager about this.
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"What is wrong with all this people?" Jean shouted.
He was worried; that was obvious, they all were.
"I can't believe there's not one single place we can spend the night in."
"Well it is possible since its high season." Claire replied, trying to make him feel better. It wasn't working. He glared at her to shut up.
"Sorry, don't kill me for trying." She lifted her hands in surrender.
"Right, so now what do we do?" Roy asked, trying to keep them from killing each other.
"Well we could…" Antoinette seemed to have an idea.
"Yeah?"
Antoinette looked around as all faces turned to her expecting an answer.
"I… well uh."
"Why don't we try a pub?" Roy blurted out by no reason.
"A what?" Antoinette seemed a little surprised.
"You do know pubs are meant for drinking don't you?" Jean corrected in fear his friend had turned loopy.
"Yeah but, you know …" He knew pubs in Amestris sometimes had spare rooms for hopeless drunk men, he had used them himself, he just wasn't sure there were any here… but there were pubs.
"Yeah, Pubs sometimes have spare rooms for drunk hopeless people, just in case; you know, though I know they're not very nice, it's an easy rent." Claire said exactly what Roy was thinking.
"And how do you exactly know this?" Jean asked surprised by the fact she knew so much.
"I, well … I haven't always been like this you know." She was right, only drunk people knew that kind of stuff.
"So what do we do to get these rooms?" Jean asked.
"Uh, that's kind of like the hard part." Claire seemed to be doubting her brilliant idea.
"What?" Antoinette asked.
"You see, these rooms are actually for real drunk people, no sober guy will be offered the room." Roy added.
"And how do you know that?" Jean squinted at Roy.
He just flopped his hands as an assumption.
"God am I the only straight person here?!" Jean shouted.
"No." Antoinette faintly added.
"Then it won't be very hard to get you two drunk. You know low alcohol toleration" Jean looked disappointed at Claire. He had no idea she was that kind of person, or Roy that kind of man.
"Fine." He agreed.
"Lets go in here." Roy pointed to a place swarmed with people called Clover's Pub.
"Two draft beers please!" Claire shouted to the bartender.
"And a Gin!" She shouted again.
"Nice choice." Roy stood next to her.
"Thanks." She smiled.
"I'll have a Vodka please!" Roy shouted to the now agitated bartender.
"Nice choice." Claire said back.
"Thanks." He added.
Finally they squeezed themselves through the crowd and got to a booth in the back were Jean and Antoinette were waiting. Jean seemed a little paranoid.
"This isn't right, I assumed we would get a hotel easier. Now we have to be drunk to sleep under a roof."
"Relax, it's not that bad you know." Roy reassured him.
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"So, wea are we zleeping?" Jean asked.
After just two draft beers his cheeks had flushed red and his senses were obviously clumsy. And the forever-straight tailor was officially … drunk.
Roy had had a two vodkas and a draft beer and was still faintly sober. Antoinette was almost falling asleep on Jeans shoulder after one-&-half draft beers. And finally Claire seemed sober, but Roy knew she wasn't as much because she wasn't talking, she was just sitting there with her arms crossed over her chest.
Waiters were pacing around the empty bar pulling chairs over the tables in the dim light. And a lady that seemed to be encharged walked over to the only group of people left.
"Excuse me. Would you need a place to stay?"
"Yes please." Roy added slightly tumbling.
"I'm afraid we only have two rooms though."
"What?" Roy blurted.
"That's okay were married." Antoinette added.
What? Roy stared at Antoinette in her strange drowsy state. It was either two rooms or the street.
"Yes, of course." Roy added. And glanced at Claire who was still not moving much.
"Okay then follow me." The girl said.
The four of them struggled to stand and walk forward. Roy and Claire were able to walk and inspected the first room and then entered the last one.
"Well I can sleep with Antoinette here and you two guys sleep on the next one. I'm honestly ready to crash." She said and threw herself on the queen bed.
She was abruptly awoken by Jean and Antoinette slamming the door open, and crashing on the wall beside it.
"Wow, you wea wright, guyz. They reary habe rooms up hea." He laughed funny and closed his arm around Antoinette's little shoulders, slinging it over her neck. She smiled and kissed her way from his chin to his lips.
"Yoa zweet." She added, smiled and continued kissing him until they both fell to the floor in stupor laughter.
"Okay, I believe my sleep is gone for at least two days." Claire cried with her eyes wide open in horror of seeing her long time friends that way. As drunk as she was, she wasn't that drunk.
"Roy?" He couldn't keep his eyes from the scene either.
"Yeah?" Claire didn't move.
"You're not as drunk as I am, take Jean to the next room, Ill take care of Antoinette."
Okay so maybe she was a wise drunk person.
"Sure." He took Jean from the floor in his rebellious attack to leave the floor, or Antoinette.
"Waid, wad a ya doin!?" He shouted at him.
"Im taking you to our room." Roy said plainly.
"I don wanna zleep wi you. I wanna zleep wi hea." He pointed in the direction Claire was fighting to get Antoinette in the bed.
"You know I rike ya buddy, but just nod dat wa" Roy sighed.
He could hear Claire laughing.
"Stop it Claire."
"Jean you thea?!" Antoinette shouted. Apparently she had ran out of Claire's grasp into Jean.
"Hey!" He said sweetly and opened his arms for her.
"Jean come on, you're gonna regret this later you know."
"Leave me arone Roy! I rove hea!" He shouted in Roy's face.
Amazingly Roy stared into his eyes and let go of his arm as they both closed the door to the other room.
"What are you doing?!" Claire shouted at him.
"I… I."
"You what?!" Claire seemed mad he had let go of them, but she had let go of her first.
"I believe him." He said plainly, his eyes looked heavy.
"What?! And that's why you'll let them go like that, you have no idea what they could do… to each other."
"Oh, no I have a pretty good idea."
Then he felt the slap.
"You moron!" She shouted and started banging the door.
Now he started to believe he was drunker than she was. He rubbed the now red cheek; seemed Claire was stronger under the influence of alcohol.
Eventually she surrendered to beating the door to pulp and crouched next to Roy in the hallway. Right out of Jean's door.
"I'm sorry I slapped you." She said plainly.
"It's okay, I deserved it."
"Yeah you did." She smiled.
"What?" He stared at her.
"You did, but I do to."
"You know Id never touch you."
"I know"
"You do?"
"Honestly Roy who do you think I am… Don't answer that."
"What? You're drunk you know? I know I should've kept them from leaving. But he was just so … honest you know. I know if anything happens Jean will take care of it. Actually Im sure, Jean is a responsible man that's why he doesn't drink, gamble or do anything I use to do.
I actually need to tell you something Claire. You probably won't remember tomorrow but I feel like a liar not telling you this. I don't come from America. My home is Amestris, Im a military Alchemist and I died, miraculously crossed the gate and ended up in France. And Im in love with som-"
He felt a head bob on his shoulder, Claire had fallen asleep on him; she probably hadn't heard anything he had said to her and probably wouldn't remember anything that happened today.
By no absolute reason he started laughing at nothing.
Tomorrow was going to be a hell of a day.
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Finally its done, it took me forever to finish but Im done.
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