Colonel Roy Mustang stood at the grave of his best friend, the now Brigadier General Maes Hughes. The promotion didn't matter. Your rank doesn't count once you're dead. It wasn't like it was going to bring him back.
His First Leiutanant, Riza Hawkeye, stood at his side. Roy would reather she not be there, but, faithful as ever, she would stay beside him if he liked it or not.
"How could he do this to me!" Roy cried out, suddenly, desperately. "How could he leave me like this, right when I needed him? That stupid bastard!" He fell to his knees in front of the tombstone. A rain finaly decided to fall, makeing him despair even more. Rain was misery. It represented misery and that's all it ever would be.
Riza knelt down beside him carefully.
"Hawkeye, do you ever give up? Go away." Mustang muttered bitterly. He didn't mean to be so harsh with her, but at the moment, it seemed the right thing to do. But it was, perhaps, the one order of his that she never could obey, no matter how many times it was issued.
Istead, she put one arm around his shoulders, and wrapped the other around his waist.
"Stand up, sir." she told him. He complied, however grudgeingly.
"I just don't understand why...why he left me like that. How th ehell could that bastard do this to me!" He said in dispair.
"He didn't, sir." Hawkeye said with just the slightest hint of sadness in her voice. "He died...Hughes died helping those brothers. Helping you. He gave his life in a selfless attempt to get you to the top. You know he did. You shoul be grateful, sir."
Roy's eyes softened slightly. "In any case...I'd rather he be here, with me. He was my best friend, after all."
"Yes...I understand." Said Riza, as they approached Central HQ and walked slowly inside.
A/N: BLAH! Oy so crappy. I think it's crappy. Joo think it's crappy? I'm not being all modest and weird like that, I really do think it's crappy. And OOC. And cliche. And grammatically screwed. DAMMIT!