Disclaimer: I don't own FMA...even though I wish I did. -goes emo-
A/N: this is probably crap. I wrote it in like ten minutes.
#5: Weapon

Roy's weapon was his flame alchemy. He could use it to incinerate,yes, destroy, yes, kill, yes. But he hated it. All his fire could bring about was destruction. Even unlike true fire, which could help people, warm their homes, cook thir food. He felt his alchemy was a neat crime against mother nature herself. He was nearly Ishbalan in that sense.

Riza's weapon was her guns. She never really felt any resentment towards them...they were the onlt things that still held her to her father, long dead. But even more so, they had kept Roy, the onlt person she had ever really loved, alive on countless occasions.

For every day that she gave him, they were both eternally grateful.