Ch.12 Day 2 part 2
Mustang silently viewed the entire scene be display after Hawkeye shot his leg. He clenched both hands around his injury concealing the large amounts of blood he's losing as he sits under a pool of blood she spilled. It's the monster who creates her this way. Loving the feeling as it coursed through her body giving her the energy and the strength to overcome her fear, but it leaves her lost.
The shallowness she gains puts her through enough agonizing pain when she's forced to deal with Mustang. He felt a strong hold on the trust he built fall into several missing pieces. The shear heartless emotions she's portrayed gave him wicked questions blazing throughout his thoughts. Ruthless-cruel statements almost left his mouth if couldn't rule out his unbelievable thoughts he didn't want to believe.
Roy was left in the corners of her mind as she dealt through her mysterious lies which brought Mustang trouble. All the suffering she feels towards him and the killer in front of her all the truths get in the way. Sometimes it's just easier for them running away from the things they rather not see, but what they can't see they can hear and listen to the sound wherever it will take them.
The cruel winds attacking their skin disappeared when they arrived at the station, the ocean of pedestrians fled the scene the moment Archer fired his gun in the air while the three disturbances stayed silent observing the malevolent injured Archer restrain his pouring blood from his leg under a bright sky shining, opening up Heaven's Gate where everything was clear. Something his ears and eyes shouldn't see or hear.
"That doesn't even come close to killing me, dear Riza." A sick grin crossed his face Hawkeye would gladly put a bullet through. "Don't you know what it takes?" He taunted her seeing as she backed away. "You've done it once before."
"Shut up and listen to me very well, Archer. The next time we meet I'll end your pathetic life." Hawkeye bared a threatening promise again landing another burden on top of another.
"What, no threats from my friend, Roy Mustang, The Hero of Ishval?" Archer partly ignored her small warning he didn't care for and stared into the raging coal eyes of a former military dog.
"You never did learn to shut your mouth." Roy warily said trying to fight off the pain shooting in his shoulder.
"Why didn't you kill me when your first saw me?" Hawkeye cautiously asked, ready to fire the gun once more.
"I saw the look of great fear in your eyes and I thought, 'why not make you suffer after everything Bradley put you through?'" Archer wickedly gave her an evil grin she couldn't define, but the violent aura his body screams crawled around her insides.
BANG!
"ARRGGHHH!" Archer painfully cried out in agony grasping his injured arm.
"You talk too much." Hawkeye steadily said when she fired another bullet to his arm."I don't have time for this." She angrily mumbled, jerked Mustang to his feet and quickly bored the oncoming train
He felt a small surge of guilt course his throbbing body. All his words he's given her made no sense to Hawkeye after they left him to bleed out in the middle of the station. Nothing seemed to disappear which would send them both closer to the edge of a breaking cliff. They just wanted to forget all the problems from all the hard times in their lives.
Hawkeye warily stared at Roy's injured arms as the blood from his shoulder started to die. They stayed quiet for a short moment staring at each other's strained body movements. His breathing started to become a bit heavy as sweat began to appear on his forehead. Her concern grew from Just watching him suffer while she sat back staring at his wound.
"Are you okay?" She slowly asked knowing the lies he's going to drown her in.
He lightly scoffed. "I took a bullet for you. I'm doing just fine." Roy gave her a weak smile, but she knew he lied straight through his teeth. He didn't need her to worry.
Hawkeye let a feint smile grace her lips. One by one her broken pieces began coming together from the way Roy has been situating himself. The problems left him down and bleeding and Hawkeye knew she wouldn't allow, she'll never bow until she's six feet under. Wherever she went darkness followed.
All the sparks are flying out of a discharge from the strong revenging emotions they hold. They fight for their haunted past as they work pairing up, fending off the demons they can't bare, but the spilling blood that had stopped stained his shirt which leaves Hawkeye glaring daggers at him.
"What?" He asked in confusion. "Is there something…" He was about to ask another question when her fist connected to his face.
"OW! I'M INJURED!" He cried out, his voice added disbelief. "What was that for?" He muttered annoyingly under his heavy breathing.
"If you ever take a bullet for me again I'll be your worst nightmare." Hawkeye grabbed the front of his shirt pulling him close at her dangerous character.
"Don't…" Roy darkly steadied his voice, a mask of caution was placed. "I'll gladly do what I want when you're in danger." He wrapped his hands around her small wrist forgetting the torture in his shoulder.
A stone wall was built covering his coal eyes. She sighed aloud, against her will, let her shoulders fall, and let loose of her grip. She blinked once and found his head lying on her shoulder. His odd behavior caught her a bit off guard almost forgetting he was shot. She quickly searched her surroundings for a medical kit feeling each compartment with her hands and immediately pulled it out from beneath her seat.
"Why did you have to pass out now?" She mumbled against her lips. She flipped open the kit searching for any pain medicine and gauze.
As she turned her body toward his sleeping one she slowly undid his first six buttons and stared at the massive blood spot on his shoulders. She cringed inwardly and started to wipe away the blood she hoped to never see again. His body would flinch from the soft movements of the cloth touching his wound. He unconsciously grabbed her hand and flexed his fingers that would sooth his pain just from her touch.
She didn't care for the little gesture and only wanted to heal his injury. Again, she stared at the tiny patch of blood. She took a relaxing breath and let her finger and thumb drive through an opening under his collar bone. His hand crushed hers for an instant when she retracted the bullet and gently pressed a bandage on his entry wound. She realized she put a scar on his body after the incident with Archer the second he forced his frozen body to move and take the shot that was meant for her.
His breaths were slow-ragged that he held onto her for as his lifeline when he knows it's the other way around, but he needed the comfort she's giving him. He wouldn't be able to express how much he needed to be with her and leave her with a simple 'thank you.'
"I'm sorry." Hawkeye said to his sleeping form. She brought him down on her lap and watched as a peaceful aura set in the thick atmosphere.
A thoughtful appearance surfaced her fatigued features since he almost killed himself. She poured some cool water and a pain killer into his mouth knowing he'll need it. Hawkeye leaned her head against the chair and closed her eyes with their hands intertwined.
The fond feeling leaving their hands tangled left Hawkeye's heart feeling warm. She didn't complain or ignore it she let her emotions take control of what's right and let her mind wander about the good days she spent with her father, the one who truly cared about her.
Hawkeye let the memory quickly fade and placed herself in a cage from all the lies she's told Mustang. She let loose of her straining complications that tore apart the human in her, but now that someone has showed her enough care like her father she would slowly let him in her life, though her body screamed for him. Hawkeye wouldn't allow it to happen and forces those out the nearest possible window.
Hawkeye use to run-to hide and after she ran into Mustang then everything immediately changed. The second she did she felt more than trapped, isolated with a ex-military man who brought her out of the shadows. Roy gave her the taste of her life, still wanting to be somebody and still willing to go. Roy could see it so clearly and he wished there was something to erase the mistakes.
They're only human. No angel from the sky will drop down from the heavens and erase every chaotic-violent situation they've been in. Roy was glad it didn't happen because he wouldn't have met her. He was the hope Riza needed.
The window from the area they sit is open blowing a soft cool breeze onto their sleeping figures as their worries are blown away getting replaced by something new and welcoming. The cool air against Mustang dried his sweat as he began to stir from it and slowly opened his eyes.
He smiled at her when he saw the peaceful expression. He quickly pushed himself up then immediately stopped halfway feeling a bit of pain in his right shoulder and continued to rise slowly. Roy marveled at her relaxed composure entranced by her beautiful looks as the slight breeze would blow some of her hair out of her face. He finally felt like all the weight on their shoulders just vanished once they let their past disappear for this moment.
Roy wouldn't give up this for anything the world still had to offer. No man will take what's already his like prize he could never win until it would become clear to her.
He noticed his shirt had been opened and the smile he had grew wider. A patch of white could be seen from the corner of his eyes and moved part of his shirt to see a bandage on his shoulder. The smile went soft. He didn't release his hand from hers- it's the hands that hold her in place.
"You're just full of surprises." Roy calmly said to himself and leaned his head back against the head rest.
There was nowhere to run anymore once Hughes and Havoc reach them. Nothing will ever stand in their way as they face their most hated crimes that will follow them until their dying day. He'll say he'll help her, but she still had doubts. It consumed her and she didn't want to believe it was true. She's willing to give up some things to put her trust in him knowing he can turn his back anytime.
They finally had room for breathing after walking through the fire. It seemed impossible. They can't let themselves get out of control, but as long as their by each other's side they'll have the strath to overcome the things they can't. Slowly, they're left tired.
Roy wanted to give her more than words. He would give almost anything to keep her safe no matter what the cost is and didn't care for the guilt or shame she would drown him in. The clock was ticking down the time of their life before it washes away in the ashes of a burning fire. It's their chances of a new beginning, never thought they would end up this way because their slowly run no gout of time and Roy wanted the moment with Hawkeye to last longer before it too late.
The minutes and hours passed by fast as the two fall into a slumber of sleep. The cool winds gently touch their face as the war insides of them disperses letting the floods of their behavior fly out the window.
If things were impossible for them they would always find a away to make them possible with the faith rejoicing in their vigorous hearts. A new remade soul put into their conscious that use to bring them down.
Roy opened his eyes once again under the bright sunlight beaming through the gaping window when he felt Hawkeye start to move around, uncomfortable in her position.
"How long was I out?" Hawkeye said in a groggy tone as she fixed her posture.
"Couple of hours." He warmly smiled as she turned her head seeing a mischievous character and sunk a bit in her chair. "Thank you."
"You shouldn't be thanking me." Hawkeye replied, a tired voice coming forth.
"You fixed me. Why shouldn't I?" His brows furrowed marking confusion. He something else to say, but suddenly forget it when he revived an odd answer.
"I could have let you die." She picked her body up and faces his scared face. She couldn't force the harsh attitude on him and sighed.
"You didn't." A determined expression displayed itself as Roy needed the answer, though he didn't want to ruin the moment.
"Why do you do this…why do you care what happens?" Hawkeye couldn't restrain the pure hurt her voice released and it shredded Mustang's heart apart.
Roy slightly turned his view, a gentle look so soft Hawkeye held the tears in and gave her a genuine smile she didn't seated to see and she knew it, but he did it to show how much he cares.
"Because…I care about you." Roy locked eyes. The truth he let out had Riza shut her fists tight and realized she never let go of the holding hand.
She found a reason to keep believing when no one else did after her past problems. No one was perfect, but what made them perfect is the way they move around each other without trying to somehow hurt the other, a side Roy didn't know she had. The reason: Roy Mustang.
"I'm trusting you with my life, Roy Mustang…just don't lead me to believe you for a fake." She whispered the last part more to herself to reassure her he won't disappear like her mother.
"You'll do the same." He flexed his fingers on the front of her knuckles. The light touch activated a sense of protection.
"Yeah…" Hawkeye breathlessly says then let her head fall on the back of the chair. "Thank you." She quietly said as her eyes began shutting, fatigue catching to her exhausted body.
"You're welcome." He pulled her onto his chest for better comfort where she can hear the fast beating of his heart.
All his promises he's making is burning her like a consuming fire. His caring for her will put her covered in roses. The gates open up as they catch the demons by surprise shinning the light in the darkest night of their essence. No one will stop from what they're becoming.
"I know you're awake." Roy calmly stated with a smirk gracing his mouth.
She propped one eye open studying his arrogant attitude. "How did you know I was awake?" She asked from below.
"I know you're breathing pattern when you're actually asleep and when you're awake." Roy smugly stared wiggling his brows getting a small chuckle he never thought he would hear again.
"This has been a nice turn of events." His smirk grew wider, but became genuine.
"I fed you lies, injured you-myself numerous times, caught by Archer-twice- almost died in a car crash you created, had a race in the woods, passed out from a neurotoxic mushroom, shot by a middle aged man and now we're here, yeah, it's been a fucking pleasant ride." Hawkeye sarcastically remarked earning a light laugh from the person she injured.
They remained silent for a couple of minutes drowning themselves of pure peace they never they would be able to feel again. She closed her eyes for a quick moment catching the times between the first day if this madness until she opened them again left in this position with Mustang.
The sun shinning on her face made her glisten under the window. Roy basked himself from her beautiful feature and wanted to live it if he never had the chance to have her.
"It's better without the damning tragedies…" They both smiled from his comment letting the laughter take its place.
The lives they live is something that was given to them thinking they might not belong in the world that hides all the secrets. They were each given a second chance from the people who brought them back to the surface giving them a good reason for living when they had three to get out of their way. Those people who surround themselves with Mustang and Hawkeyew will put anything on the line for their survival-for the return of their lost souls.
The laughter, the arguments, the lies, the truth is what the world holds onto, though the people in it can cause destructions, create wars, and kill anyone in their way to get what they want in order to get what the others claim. An equivalent exchange, something of equal value must be lost.
A chemical reaction based on the first law of alchemy. Limited restrictions are required for the ultimate taboo, Human Transmutation and the severe though of it drifted into Mustang's head experimenting itself with Hawkeye numerous times. He couldn't evade the thoughts that spoke the truth as if placing a new existence in her body.
The darkness rose dripping out the stars and the moon like oil as it covers the bright intent sun. Even in the dark the light still shines upon the people who care enough about the others they're saving and know the consequences of what their faith might be.
"…SHIT!" Havoc panically whispered as several files fell from his commanding officer's closet.
He frantically moved his head side to side for a quick second then exasperatedly sighed and slowly started organizing the files he dropped and suddenly stopped as he came across theirs and her parents. He threw the other records across the floor and began a reason of the real history of her past.
He took his seat at Hughes's desk flipping through the folders of his fugitive running away from Archer and brought Mustang along on a dangerous flee they can't seem to escape. He read each individual file except his old commanding officer, Roy Mustang. A Colonel who use to work for the military, but keeps his allies hidden under secrecy.
Havoc intently read her file going from her date of birth to the death of mother's boyfriend. Within the passage held a darker and more crucial meaning that had him sitting on the edge of the chair. He cautiously flipped the next page over seeing 'his' signature at the bottom of the report. He clenched the sides of the paper from frustration building and muttered something incoherent into the hovering silence.
Havoc put her folder under the side of his arm and immediately bolted out of Hughes's office. He needed to get that folder and put two and two together. As he ran down the halls of Head Quarters he received stupid glances from other military personnel. He caught the eye of a suspicious soldier calmly walking down the hall, not bothering to pay attention to him. Havoc chose to ignore it and will find the answer later.
He took multiple turns dodging other soldiers along the way who became an obstacle to the course he's taking. The great measures he's risking can hurt the people he needed to help and for him to so that he broke laws Hughes will never accept unless they're the cause. He'll take full responsibility.
SLAM!
Havoc slammed the library doors open with an echoing noise filling the silence. "SHESKA!" He urgently whispered her name as he jumped over the front desk searching for in a mountain of books. SHESKA, ARE YOU HERE? ANSWER ME, DAMN IT! He hastily demanded.
"…Havoc?" She answered, confused and poked her head out from beneath a stack of books and paper.
"Thank God you're here." He muttered feeling the relief wash over him.
"What do you need?" She asked raising her limp body away from the mess she created in the storage room.
"You have photographic memory of anything, right?" Havoc cautiously asked stepping a foot closer as she nodded her head. "I need you to tell me about Colonel Frank Archer and Riza Hawkeye." He spoke slowly.
"Before I answer, don't you have to ask for permission for his file?" She said slamming several stacks of paper on the counter as they walked out of the storage room.
"I would have to have serious accommodations for it to happen." Havoc gritted through his teeth. He needed the information fast and quickly make his way to them.
"Archer is not to be messed with." Sheska warily said. Havoc gave her a pointed look that read, I-know-that-already. "It's not much, but he goes around torturing that Hawkeye person after the death of her father." She said bit absently.
"Archer killed her father for what reason?" Havoc questioned and was given an odd look from Sheska.
"Not Archer. Other soldiers from every department believe it was the Fuehrer." Sheska said cranky in a steady tone. "Before it happened Hawkeye was at a school during the time her father became ill." She slowly said while Havoc frantically started to flip through her file and spotting the image of the school.
Oh, boy…
"This isn't good." He panically whispered under the intent atmosphere. "Uh, listen, whatever you don't tell anyone about this." He quickly spoke running out of the room to find Hughes. "THANKS!" He yelled once more dashing through the library doors.
As Havoc continued to run down the halls of Central Head Quarters searching for his commanding officer and friend of his, his thoughts had began getting out of control from the moment he looked at that name and the horrible things Archer has done.
The more he ran around the halls the more the soldiers who watched him grew suspicious. He covered his mind with the information Sheska have him and wrapped himself in the deafening silence of the truth. He crushed the folder in his hand desperately trying to find Hughes. He needed to inform after he finished digging his own grave takings risk he never wanted.
He cursed under his breath as he took numerous sharp twists and turns almost knocking down some soldiers. All of them are tired from all the things happening as they feel like they're chasing their prey, but they need room to breathe before they start putting their enemies in their graves.
BAM!
He collided into a smaller soldier dropping every folder he had that scattered around the floor, open, revealing their information. Havoc gave the man one quick glance and immediately grabbed each file and took running yelling out an apology.
"SORRY!" He waved a hand over his head. The man just looked quite confused not knowing what to say.
"Huh? Uh, yeah…" He said with a puzzle do expression while sitting on the floor. "What…?"
SLAM!
"HUGHES!" Havoc called when he forced the door open. He was done with the desperate attempts to find the Brigadier General. "Where are you?" He violently muttered under his breath.
"So you're the person that's making a damn commotion." Hughes calmly spoke from behind Havoc, a small smile crossing his face.
He carefully watched his expression change and frowned the second he saw the character he portrayed. All hope gone for the two who need it the most, but can be saved.
"Close the damn door." Havoc steadily demanded throwing her file on the table with the others by his side.
"Havoc, what's going on?" Hughes slowly asked quickly shutting the door behind him.
He gave him a worried look before he spoke again. "Before I get there, you have to know this." Havoc searched his eyes for any hesitation and found none. "Apparently I knew our little fugitive."
"Huh?" Hughes said in a dry tone with a blank expression. "What did you just say?" He cleared the character he had for a moment and almost yelled at his officer.
"We went to the same seminary." He quickly added, defensively waving his hands. "I remember she was always alone… I spoke with her once or twice and nothing else after that… she just disappeared." Havoc whispered towards the end and threw down the file on his desk.
"What do you propose we do?" Hughes calmly asked, sighing, annoyed that he has to put up with something at a sudden time.
"Besides meeting them in Drachma… I want to help Roy, but what can we do for her?" Havoc started grabbing the sides of his head lulling on his loose strand of hair from the stress.
"What we can do, Jean?" Hughes sadly said moving behind had desk carefully flipping through the file. "…How are you remembering this now?" He added, puzzled by his sudden memory from years ago.
"Honestly, I have no fucking clue." Havoc shrugged his shoulders and leaned against the wall beside Hughes.
A deafening silence filled the air circling them as they let their mind think of a way to solve the messes Roy and Hakweye leave while dealing with their mysterious Fuehrer and a malevolent Archer.
The time they spend thinking about plans to save their moronic friend is time crucially waisted when they both know they have to leave immediately before anything else harms them. As the silence grew stronger Havoc became impatient lightly tapping his foot on the floor. Hughes turned to face him and was about to explain their plan wen a knock on the door sounded.
"Hello boys." The Fuehrer cooly said shutting the door with a smile on his gave that didn't suit him. They instantly froze from the intrusion then quickly saluted Bradely. "How is the Hawk going?" He asked staring dead onto their eyes.
Hughes shifted from one foot to another. He let his arm fall by his side with a quizzical look on his face Bradley couldn't decipher which bothered him knowing one of his own soldiers could make him think.
"Sir, with all due respect, why not let the military police deal with this?" Hughes dryly said as the Fuehrer lightly chuckled. It caught them both off guard. They exchanged a quick glance then Havoc gave a hesitant nod,
"They will either lose her tracks multiple times-later they forget about it or she'll kill them." Bradely calmly answered his question. An aura that didn't suit their leader. It sent a cool dangerous chill down their backs.
Havoc and Hughes stared at each other for a quick moment then back to Bradely with a wary gleam. Havoc wanted to question the Fuehrer about the information Sheska gave him and the real truth about Colonel Archer.
"Where are those two located." He opened his one good eye piercing their bodies with a deadly look.
Havoc watched his commanding officer freeze on sight from the intent glare. He lightly nudged his side and pushed him forward as he stood closer to their traitor of Amestris. Hughes wanted to put a knife through him for making speak of their hidden plan.
"…From the tracks those two left they're heading to Drachma. Within one week we'll take them in." As he spoke part if the truth poison sank into his words when spoke to the Fuehrer in a low tone that held a deadly meaning.
He cautiously stared at his best soldiers who can lie straight through their teeth without being detected. "If they resist you have my permission to shoot them on sight." Bradely evenly proclaimed. A cryptic smile spread across his face.
They both nodded their heads in agreement. "Will do." Hughes answered seriously.
"And soldiers." The Fuehrer called to them once again as he stepped out of the office. "Don't let them get away this time." He shut the door before Hughes had replied.
"…Yes sir." He whispered breathlessly.
A/N: I hope you guys liked this one and I do hope you will give a review for this. It would mean a lot. And the tebusiness will keep rising no matter what they're going to to do. Mustang Nad Hawkeye will have a lot more than just a hell to deal with, theyll have the dman world on their shoulders.