Wave your hands in the air if you enjoyed the cameo in the last chapter. And yes, it is canon that the 'father' figures something very critical out. So many people think that this man left because he was afraid of what his children would think, but that is not true. O, I guess I should stop ranting and keep writing. There are only two more chapters to go, and I really did enjoy writing this. Remember! This canon. For all you folk who love happy endings, STOP READING HERE. That is all.
And again, I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist.
The cadet steadied her rifle. It was standard issue to all the snipers. Very well made, balanced to a 't'. She could tell a target from a mile away, and hit with deadly accuracy. She aimed her gun, looking for any sign of trouble. She was hoping to get lucky when a bigger dark-skinned man started roughing up the blue uniform. Hawkeye let out a desperate sigh as she readied her gun. As soon as she was calm and still, she pulled the trigger. The fight avoided, she kept scanning the city.
"Roy, Roy, dude wake up!"
Major Roy Mustang was greeted with a particularly cold glass of water down his face. He didn't know why he was suddenly wet, that was until he looked up to see a very familiar face.
"Come on man! An insurgent group has found our camp. We gotta move!"
"Alright Hughes, I'm coming."
It had been three years since he received his State Alchemist certification. Three years since he was shipped off to fight in the war. Three years since he called himself 'good.'
"Where are we supposed to go. Do you have any idea, Roy?"
"Not really. Lets just follow the noise and see where that ends us at."
Mustang and his childhood roommate, Maes Hughes, were making their way down the disserted street. They had switched camps at least five times this year alone. You would think after so long at war there wouldn't be any people left to kill. But you would be wrong.
As they emerged from the alley they were greeted with a ragtag group of Isvalans. Mustang didn't really want to get involved, so he tried his hardest not to see them. He pretended to be in the shadows, but that didn't stop Hughes from being an idiot. He walked a little too far into the street and one of the Ishvalans saw him. Conflict arose immediately and Hughes was reaching for the knife in his back pocket. But a split second later it seemed they wouldn't need it. A sniper hit come from above, taking the head clean off the Ishvalan. His body went to the ground, and Hughes was covered in his blood.
"Dammit. When are those snipers going to get a little faster with their shooting! I mean this group was out in the open, they could have been taken out easily. Yet they wait till one of us is being attacked, and then we ended up with blood all over our hands. Only literally this time!"
Mustang knew Hughes didn't mean it. He hated this killing just as much as he did. He simply had to vent. It was getting bad. When they first arrived, Roy tried his hardest to save as many people he could, regardless of what they looked like. But no matter what he did, the Ishvalans wouldn't trust him. Then the real threats and attacks started, Mustang had no choice but to take them out. His flames were most effective, especially considering how dry the desert was. His bombs burst with a great fury, although that didn't mean it was safe. More times than not the wind would change direction, and Mustang's flames would burn him. But he took the burns, every one of them, without complaint.
Since the sniper shot came from the north, the decided to head that way. There should be another camp with them. It didn't take long to start noticing the barrels of the long guns stuck out of windows. The building they were in was just a few blocks away. As they got near Mustang observed one of the sniper guns leaving its hole. Must be time for shift change, he thought. As he got to the door though it was quickly opened and Mustang was grabbed by his shirt. Being caught off guard was new for him, so he showed little resistance when the attacker in question put its arms around him.
"Who the hell are…Holy shit, Riza!"
Hawkeye didn't want to let go, but she knew about the court marshal she could get for her abruptness. No one had seen her come down here, and now the only person she needed to worry about was whatever soldier Mustang was running with. He must have seen Mustang get pulled in the door because he came around the corner with his gun ready. Hawkeye quickly let go and saluted the Major.
"Cadet Riza Hawkeye, sir."
Mustang's head was spinning. He hadn't seen his blonde since the train station. He made a promise to come see her when he got his certification, but that couldn't happen. He was shifted off before he could ever tell her. He had sent her letters, but he never received one back.
"At ease soldier." Hawkeye dropped her salute.
"Permission to speak, sir."
Mustang rolled his eyes, "Permission granted."
"Sir. Where the hell have you been. I've been searching for you for over a year now."
"Seriously Riza, why are you talking to me like that?"
"Like how, sir?"
"Like I'm a freaking Major and not your friend!"
With that Hawkeye pointed with her eyes to behind him. Major Hughes was standing next to the door, watching their whole conversation. Riza had called herself cadet, not private. Which means she was still enrolled in the military academy. But why the hell was she in there?
"Captain Hughes, would you come over here please."
"Sure thing Ro..Major. What do you need."
"Please scour the floor. Make sure no one is listening in. You included."
"Yes sir."
With that Hughes was out of site, hopefully keeping an eye out. Mustang grabbed Riza by her arm and took her to the corner of the building.
"What the hell Riza? How bad does a war have to get when they start sending in civilians to fight it!"
"Sir, I am not a civilian. I enrolled in the military academy right after you left to go back to Central. This was supposed to be my last year there, but they needed more snipers. My records were boasted throughout the capital, so the Fuehrer himself asked me to come and join the fight. I said yes, hoping I would find you, alive that is."
"You did what? But why Riza."
"For the same reason you did. I wanted to help. But dammit if it didn't turn out that way."
They both looked at each other for a hard minute. This "lets join the military and save the world" plan wasn't really working out all the great. Mustang was about to loose it when Hawkeye started laughing. He was taken aback, he could find nothing about this situation funny.
"Cadet, what the hell is wrong with you."
"I'm sorry. Its just, well, I always expected the worse. I read when you got your certification and was shipped immediately here. I feared you would be killed. So I guess I spent a lot of my night imagining what it would be like seeing you again. And boy, its sure wasn't like this."
"O really, and what did your imagination tell you was going to happen?"
"Something along the lines of you and me rolling around on the floor."
With that statement even Mustang cracked a smile. He glanced around, making sure no one was watching, and then gave the smallest of kisses to the cadet.
"Sir, you know that isn't allowed."
"I know, but think of it as a hello. Now, there is someone you need to meet."
They walked back to the center of the room, and Mustang let out a low whistle. Captain Hughes popped up right here, hand held next to his face as if to say hi.
"Well that took you two long enough. Where do I need to send my RSVP?"
"Shut up Hughes. This is Cadet Riza Hawkeye. Cadet, this is Captain Hughes. Do you recognize the name?"
"Hughes, uh, no. Wait, he isn't the annoy prat you had to room with at the academy, is he?"
"And exactly who used the word prat to refer to me?"
"Hughes, do you recognize the name Hawkeye."
"Well the only Hawkeye you talk about is Berthold, your alchemy teacher. But I'm pretty sure this ain't him."
"No you idiot. This is his daughter."
"Nice to meet you sir."
"His daughter huh? Wait, you've got blonde hair, you couldn't be Roy's.." before he could finish that statement, Hughes found that he couldn't breathe. As he looked up he noticed Mustang rubbing his elbow. Bastard.
"Now that we are all acquainted we have something to discus, Cadet. Come with us."
"With all due respect sir, I must get back to my post."
"Alright, but meet us here when you are done. I'll go talk to the acting officer here. I am low on men and could use a shot in the group."
"Yes sir."
With that Mustang quickly found the officer in change. Luckily he was only a captain, so Mustang was able to order him to give him Hawkeye. But the man wasn't going down with out a fight.
"Sir, you seriously want to take the Hawk's Eye away from here. She is the best shooter we have."
"And I don't have a shooter, so it was stand to reason that you either give me your Hawk, or I take the equivalent. And I am fairly sure that you don't have enough men to add up to her."
"Okay fine. But you will be hearing about this."
That night once her shift was over, Hawkeye made her way back to the Major. After being in the military for four years she saw things a little differently. While Mustang was still the man who freed her, he was also a ranking Major who had authority over her. She had respect for the rankings, mainly because she planed on climbing them.
"Hawkeye, over here." Mustang called. He had something he needed to share with her.
"Hello sir."
"I talked to the Captain. You are coming with us in the morning."
"Understood. Do we have a mission?"
"Yes. We are going to finally put his war to an end."
