Murderer
They stumbled to his apartment, not separating at all. He managed to unlock the door as they kissed, it was passionate yet not messy at all. Their lips went apart as she shifted to gently close the door, then at that moment, he pulled her to his arms, walking into the bedroom as they kicked off their boots. She lay on top of him, fingers running through his messy hair, his hands finding ways to unbutton her shirt as their lips stay locked. She suddenly pulled away from him, leaving the man shocked.
"Roy, we should stop," she whispered, moving to the other side of the bed.
"Riza? What's wrong?" he asked, sitting up on the bed as he put his hand on her shoulder.
"I don't deserve this," Riza cringed.
AAAAAAAH
"Why? I don't see reason in your statement," Roy replied in confusion, "Riza?"
She could see it, the faces of those she killed, the faces of fear and hatred.
"I'm a murderer," she answered, "I don't deserve any bit of joy in my life."
She could hear the screams of those she was going to kill.
Roy looked down, understanding every word that she said. Afterall, he was a murderer as well.
He saw the people in front of him turn into ashes, children and adults alike, the faces are so clear and vivid in his mind.
"But that doesn't prove anything," Roy broke the long silence, "their deaths cannot be avoided!" he exclaimed, "or maybe it's just my excuse."
That child was staring at him in shock, he had to kill him, it was the Fuhrer's orders, he can't defy.
"Roy," sensing the pain in his words, she put her hand over his.
Every face of the people that they killed, those faces, are engraved in their minds.
"That's why I'm working hard to rebuild Ishval now," he suddenly exclaimed, "I'm happy that they can enjoy a better tomorrow. For what I've done, I'm repenting for all my mistakes, and with you as my aide in this mission, you are repenting as well."
She smiled slightly at his comment, "I do hope so."
The truth can still not be avoided, no matter how much they set their mind to repent, they know, that they are still murderers.
"But it wouldn't harm it have a bit of enjoyment?" he grinned.
"Well, maybe," she stood up, "have anything in the kitchen? I'm making dinner."
He laughed and nodded, then laid on the bed, thinking of ways of rebuilding the broken city.
A/N: :O I just got an idea on the next chapter Repentance/Confession, since I've done a confession chapter previously, I should do it on repentance. So look forward to some Ishval happenings based on what I've done on this chapter. =_+! I'm so sleepy ~.~ Christmas is over!hence I'm waiting for the new year! Reviews make me happy, so please review :D