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Chapter 3: Aqua and Terra Alchemists

The Next Morning…

Roy was the first to wake up his dark eyes emitting blurry vision. He moved his arm to find something or somebody next to him. He panicked for a second before looking down, seeing the Lieutenant next to him.

He panicked even more, what the hell did he do last night? He didn't remember anything, the last thing he remembered was Hawkeye sitting on the couch sorting through paperwork.

"Shit!" he whispered running out of the bed to the couch.

"Roy?" asked Riza groggily, "What the hell are you doing?"

Roy struggled to get his uniform back on, "Nothing, Lieutenant!" he sat on the couch nonchalantly, "Nothing at all!"

She looked at Roy who was in full uniform on the couch looking through papers. She could tell by his filing frenzy that he was nervous.

"Colonel," Hawkeye asked, "something is wrong with you? Are you sick?"

Roy laughed quietly, "Riza, Riza, Riza," his laugh grew louder, "do I seem sick to you?"

Riza looked deep into Roy's eyes, a passionate stare was present. Both of them fought off the urges to jump into each other's arms, this was a professional mission and they were two mature adults!

"What are you doing?" asked Riza.

"Paperwork on Ryan Vino," the Colonel answered, "he's one of the soldiers the Fuhrer would be glad to have back!"

"What do you mean?" Riza asked walking toward him.

"Vino was part of a group during the Ishbal Massacre," explained Mustang, "a group of soldiers that defied Gran's control during the war!"

Riza sat down close to him rubbing his arm.

"They were called 'The Saints'," explained Roy, "a group of nine men who were merciful!"

Riza looked deeply into Roy's eyes, "Who were these 'Saints'?"

Roy took a deep breathe, "Ryan Vino, Sascha North, Deveau St. Croix, Meriwether McDowell, Ryce Richards, Drew Pascal, Blais Scott, Tim Marcoh, and myself!"

Riza's eyes lit up in shock, "Y-you were a Saint?" she took a deep breath, "I thought that you liked what they did in Ishbal!"

Roy sighed, "I was sixteen when I first arrived there," he explained, "I didn't know what I was doing!"

He continued to sort through the files with gloveless hands, the igniter gloves that he wore were to the side. Riza lifted the thick gloves and rubbed them lightly, they were the gloves that shrouded the hands of her beloved.

She slowly observed the circle that was drawn on the article, it fascinated her: how could a simple circle possess so much power?

"Riza?" he asked touching her cheek with soft calming flesh, "Are you okay?"

She held the hand up against her face closing her eyes the young warm flesh sending sensations through her body.

"I'm fine, Roy," she answered, "never been better!"

Suddenly all the paperwork fell to the floor as the wrapped each other in their arms. Their lips slowly met, sparking passion in both their bodies. She loved him, he loved her and at that moment they didn't care what happened, promotion or not, at least they had each other!

AWOL Prison Camp…

Roy slowly walked into a different cell, this one belonged to Sascha North the Aqua Alchemist. Roy and Sascha were close, probably the closest out of all nine of the Saints.

Roy walked in, Sascha had changed; he had lost color in his pale skin and was getting skinny. His shoulder length black hair was dirty and untamed; his emerald eyes were glassy and sad looking.

"Sascha," Roy asked, "what happened?"

Sascha looked up at the Colonel, "Mustang?" he asked, "After all these years, you come back!"

Roy sat next to Sascha on the older man's bed.

"Ten years!" laughed North, "Ten years since I last saw you and my have you grown! You look more mature!"

Roy smiled a small smile

"I'm a Colonel, North!" he explained, "After all these years, I'm finally a Colonel!"

"Colonel Mustang," Sascha smiled widely, "never thought my ears would hear that name!"

Roy loved how Sascha would never get testy with him like the other men; he was a more gentle soul. One thing that he felt was that if you have trouble saying something around your friends, then the problem isn't that terrible and there is no need talking about it.

"Sascha, I'm here for a reason," explained Roy, "I'm here on business for the Fuhrer!"

Sascha raised one eyebrow, "What kind of business?"

"Fuhrer Bradley has requested that I come here to Laronya to find AWOL soldiers that are suitable for further military experience! Sascha, I think that you're suitable!"

Sascha smiled, "I'm flattered, but what about Gran?"

Roy's smile faded, "He's dead, North!"

Sascha put his hand on Roy's shoulder, "We're free, Mustang!" he whispered "Basque Gran is dead, we're free!"

Roy's smile started to glow again, "North, will you come with me, to Central?"

"I'll think about it," answered North, "but I'm leaning towards yes!"

Roy felt like tears of joy would run down his cheeks "Thank you, Sascha!"

Then Roy walked out of the room away from North.

In Deveau St. Croix's Cell…

Roy slowly walked down the corridor to the cell that held Deveau St. Croix, the Terra Alchemist. This time he had Riza accompany him, he didn't want to have anymore near breakdowns. Just one look at her face and he would be happy for the rest of his life!

Winslet let the two of them into the cell and left promptly after doing so.

"Deveau?" asked Roy.

Deveau St. Croix again looked how he looked ten years ago. His lightly tanned skin had not faded, his short chocolate brown hair hadn't lost its gloss, and his baby blue eyes were just as bright as they were back then. His right hand was elevated the same two fingers he lost in battle missing.

"Roy, is that you?" asked Deveau, "After all this time, you're still alive!"

Roy smiled.

"I heard about Gran's death, I felt no remorse, no one mourns the vile!" Deveau continued.

"I'm glad to hear that!" whispered Roy looking around the cell.

"But that's nothing compared to the news of you Colonel Roy Mustang!" Deveau continued, "An amazing achievement! But as a Colonel, I know you aren't here for leisure, what does Bradley want?"

"He wants me to save some AWOL soldiers from the firing squad," Roy explained, "I want my fellow Saints back!"

St. Croix looked into Roy's dark eyes, "I don't know if I can!" he replied.

"Why not?" asked Mustang

"I experienced it once, I'm not sure if I can do it again!" Deveau concluded.

Roy sat on the bed with a look of failure on his face and Riza could feel his pain.

"Deveau St. Croix," she explained, "I'm Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye, I'm Roy's subordinate. I can assure you that the military has changed, it isn't the cut throat business it's changed!"

Deveau looked at Riza, "How can you be sure?"

"Would Roy bring you anywhere that wasn't safe? Has he ever done that?" she asked.

Deveau looked at Roy with wide blue eyes. Riza walked up close to him as if she was going to tell him a secret.

"This mission, it's doing something to Roy," she explained, "he's jumpy, quiet, understanding, and I think it's depressing him!"

Deveau walked up to Roy, "Mustang," he begged, "just give me more time, I can't decide in a couple minutes!"

"I understand, St. Croix!" the Colonel said sternly, "I'll be back!"

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