Summary: At the right angle, in a line of sight, one might wonder why he never stopped staring at her for so much as a second.

Theme: 021. Repentance / Confession

Dedication: Imagining Dark Roses, thank you!

Disclaimer: If I owned Full Metal Alchemist, Envy would be a werefish.

Angles

021. Repentance / Confession

Repentance is showing remorse for something you have done in the past.

Roy Mustang could repent as much as he wanted for all of his actions, the good and the bad. But there was one thing for which he could not repent, one small action. The action of opening his mouth, gasping for air whilst his heart buzzed with fear and saying a few simple words that he knew could change everything for him. Yet the words he said were not the ones he had planned to say as part of his speech.

"Führer is a title I have hoped to accomplish for many years." Is how he started, and everyone standing in the open area is watching him with these opening words. But the nervous feeling he had did not subside in the slightest.

"Some people sacrifice everything for it." He continued, and he knew it was true. He had lost almost everything in the end, on that awful day when the Heavens and Earth had been shaken. Yet these people only knew of it, knew the details which he had chosen to disclose. It was almost as though they knew nothing, due to unknown censorship.

"Some people repent the things they do to achieve their title." His face was blank as he said this. What could he say that he could regret that he wanted to repent? There were many things, but not many of which had affected his position in an elevating way.

"But to repent, you need to confess first. This is what I am going to do right now." He smiled, and the journalists milling around in the crowd soon grew sunshine beams for grins as though their birthdays had come early along with all their other favourite holidays at once.

Then he knew that all of their eyes were on him. The cruel vulture eyes of the press, prying and waiting for him to ruin himself. The eyes of the paraplegic Havoc, for who he wanted to say he regretted the pain he caused. The eyes of Gracia, staring at his back from the seat next to the previously mentioned male with the absence of the husband he had unknowingly let walk to his death, for which he wanted to repent. But for some reason, he could not bring himself to say the words he wanted to for them.

Because none of that mattered right now, because her eyes were on him too. He could feel it, her reddish brown orbs staring at the side of his face and sending out a mental cry of confusion. Asking why he was about to do something that would ruin him, break the dreams he had given everything but his life and friends up for. It was insane, even if she did not know what he was going to say. She was panicking, he knew. But at that moment, it was for all the wrong reasons.

"I confess to all of you in this room." He said, and the mouths of the press opened to reveal the teeth of sharks. Ready to tear him apart at any given moment with their criticism.

"I confess to you, all of those watching this on live television broadcast right now." He continued, the men filming him from the sidelines looking just as baffled as he was sure the audience watching all over Amestris were.

"I confess to almighty God, I am in love with Riza Hawkeye."

He needed to confess sometime, right?

Because I can see Roy being the idiotic romantic type of guy for her by ruining his speech, and because I felt like it. Beware the extreme fluff; it has claws to pull you in and engulf you in the creepy ways it has. Sorry I have not updated in so long, the computer has been disengaged. Also, perhaps a slight mis-spelling to the American readers. In England, we spell it as 'repentance' not 'repentence' so please forgive me.

Preview: "I hope not, because not even He could forgive me."

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