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"Riza?" Roy whispered as he felt the woman's head move upon his bare chest. "Are you awake?"

"I am now," She yawned, turning her head upwards to look at him, blinking her bright eyes. She laughed gently and brushed her fingertips along the scars of his stomach. He sighed and kissed the top of her head.

"You alright?" He asked as he traced the marks on her back with the palm of his hand.

"Achy," She mumbled. She chuckled and adjusted her body position so she was lying on her back, the covers pulled up to her chin.

"I'm not surprised," He whispered as he leant up on one elbow and looked down at her.

"Oi!" She giggled, closing her eyes lazily.

"And when you did that thing with your tongue I thought I was going to…" He was cut off as she pulled his face down and kissed him. He smiled against her lips widely as he felt her own
curl into a grin. "I love you," He whispered, letting his forehead rest against hers, his breathing steady, and his voice low.

"I love you more," She said. He kissed her palm as she cupped his face and began stroking his cheek bone lightly with her thumb. Before she could protest he had her pinned beneath him, his lips working at her neck.

"Hey!" She laughed. "Seriously? Again?"

"Yes," He chuckled, turning his face to hers. His expression suddenly changed to a much for serious one. He shifted so he was leant over her, his lips hovering inches above hers. She
shivered as she felt his warm breath grace her lips. She leant up to try and kiss him but he pulled back. "Hughes said, Damn that man meant a lot to me," He muttered, closing his eyes briefly in thought.

"Roy this isn't the best way to seduce me,"

"No Riza listen," He sighed and opened his eyes. "He said, Roy you've slept with loads of women,"

"Still not helping," She muttered, looking up into his face.

"But, that Riza is something else, he said, you make sure when you say I love you and mean it, make sure you say it to her because Roy, that girl is way too good for you and that is why
she is perfect," He smiled softly down at her, opening his eyes once he was finished. He pressed his lips gently against her. She kissed him back gladly, completely stuck for words. She sighed and looked into his dark eyes, her own soft and welcoming.

"Roy," She breathed. "Hello," She grinned and stroked his face again before letting him take her again with a passionate kiss.

"Do you really have to go?" Roy whined as he spread his arms out in front of her, blocking her way to the door. This had been going on for at least half an hour and Riza was frankly growing rather tired of dodging his grip.

"Roy put pants on," She sighed, heat rising to her cheeks as she looked at him.

"You didn't say that last night," He smirked. She rolled her eyes and kissed him quickly. "I have to go and run some errand and feed Hayate," She frowned then touched his chest lightly.

"Fine! If I must!" he relented. "Oh, meet me by the fountain at three," Roy said watching as she smiled. She nodded then quickly ducked under his arm and out of the door. He merely laughed and shut the door behind her, his smile wider than it had been in a long time.

The young blonde woman ran a hand through her short, dirty hair. Ishbal, she had to admit, was the worst time of her life. The fact she had taken a gun in her hand and used it for wrong was neither glamorous nor anything to be proud of and as she watched the ground far below her she saw alchemists and soldiers moving swiftly, silent as smoke through the dust and dirt of the desert.

It could no longer be called such a thing. Now, it was hell.

There was a large bang followed by a cloud of smoke disappearing into the ash filled sky, the air filled with screams. She wanted to cry, she wanted to run. Her body would do neither. Roy Mustang, the man she had trusted the secret of her father's research to was within that group of killers. Was he using it for wrong? She shook her head to rid herself of the thought. Now was not the time to place the blame. She felt the cold edge of the gun in her hand and was tempted to throw it off the building. She couldn't. Her voice strayed back to the flame Alchemist.

No it wasn't true! They were being forced to do it, neither of them had a choice in the matter. She frowned and pulled up the hood of her dirty jacket and lifted the rifle onto her shoulder. She was no longer a victim of war, she was a murderer. From where she sat on the building roof she felt like a bird of prey, a hawk searching for a defenceless mouse below.

She was a killer, they all were. She pulled the trigger and fired.

Riza frowned as she opened the door to her apartment, only to be met with the happy barking of Hayate. Why was she thinking about Ishval again? Roy and herself were no longer the people they had been all those years ago. She sighed and crouched down, stroking the dog's ear gently as he rested his paws on her thigh and nuzzled her neck. He whimpered quietly, sensing his master's pain. She smiled softly and ran a hand through her messy hair.

She shook her head and thought of the night before, smiling widely as she walked off into her living room.

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