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Chapter 4: Swollen Obsidian Eyes

At Meriwether McDowell's Cell…

Meriwether McDowell, the Spiritual Alchemist possessed the ability to heal the wounded and make the depressed jovial again. He was a doctor at first, but when Gran made him fight on the front line, something inside of him went wrong. It went against all his morals, destroying lives instead of saving them and the only way to stop the madness would be to go AWOL.

Roy sat outside of McDowell's cell staring at his gloved hands. Riza noticed even before this mission, Roy had a fascination with his hands. Whenever she asked he would always reply "Was I staring? Sorry!" and then continue.

"Roy?" she asked holding one of his hands tightly.

"Was I staring?" he asked, "Sorry!"

Riza rolled her eyes; the Colonel apparently had secrets that he didn't want to tell.

"We could come back tomorrow, sir," Riza begged, "you look exhausted and your face is losing color!"

Roy's eyes diverted away from his hands to her face a look of confusion on his face.

"I agree, Lieutenant!" he said in a monotonous tone, "We should come back tomorrow!"

Riza followed Roy out of the door of the prison, running to catch up to him.

"Colonel Mustang!" she panted, "Permission to ask a question, sir?"

"Go ahead, Lieutenant!" he answered his voice still dull and bland.

"What's going on, Roy?" she asked, "You're acting strange, really strange!"

He continued to walk down to the car, ignoring the Lieutenant completely.

"Colonel?" she asked quietly walking beside him, "What's going on?"

Roy's eyes wandered away, "I told you, Hawkeye, this place holds sentimental meaning to me."

He opened the car door and sat down, Riza right next to him.

"Riza, the massacre, this place, the deeds I committed," he took a deep breath; "they're all haunting me!"

Roy's breathing patterns became uneasy; they became shorter and deeper making a ratcheted sound in his throat. She reached out and touched his shoulder causing him to gasp.

"Roy," she purred, "remember when I said if you think you're getting lucky on this trip think again?"

"Yeah?" asked Roy preparing himself for one of Riza's harangues on etiquette.

"You don't have to think again anymore!" she whispered in his ear.

Roy's eyes widened in surprise, sure he had implied that he wanted to make love to her but he never actually thought she would really want to!

In the Room…

Roy and Riza both entered the room, both expression were totally different. Her expression was a bright, cheery, happy one, an expression that could only say one thing, "I'm in love"!

His on the other hand made it seem like the world had gone into a nuclear holocaust and they all were going to die! His face grew pale, he couldn't breathe and most of all, HE WANTED TO GET OUT OF THERE!

"Roy?" she asked, "Are you alright?"

Roy nodded nervously; he hadn't had any real loving female interaction in the longest time, when he got back to HQ they were all going to get it!

He sat on the couch staring blankly at the wall, out of all times for this to happen, why now with everything such a horrible mess. The world around him was a mess; the people were messes, HE WAS A MESS!

"Roy?" Riza asked, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine!" Roy whispered with a big fake smile across his face.

She sat next to him, "About what I said in the car," she took a deep breath, "I was joking Colonel!"

Roy slowly unbuttoned his jacket, the stress and tension increased his body temperature.

"I know you were, Hawkeye," he responded breathing heavily, "I know you were!"

Roy sat back on the couch with a sigh closing his eyes.

"Colonel?" Riza asked.

"Yes, Lieutenant!" he replied.

"Are you unwell?" she asked her eyes darting away from her.

She was answered by a small chortle, "Why would you think that?"

Riza rubbed Roy's cheek causing his eyes to open looking straight at her.

"What sentimental value does it hold? It's apparently more than your friends, Mustang!" she continued.

Roy's jaw dropped and to Riza's surprise a rolling wave of duty and power came toward her.

"Be silent, Lieutenant!" he snapped standing up, "It is none of your concern!"

She could tell by Roy's shaky voice that he didn't mean anything that he said, like he was going to tell her something.

"I want to tell you…" he said his voice low and sorrowful, "but I can't! It'll change the way you look at me forever!"

"Then don't!" she responded quietly, "Don't do it, sir!"

Roy turned and looked at her, her eyes watering. This act brought tears to his own eyes, tears unlike the rest that he couldn't fight! He fell to his knees on the ground his hands in front of him, his head bowed and started to sob.

"This is all my fault, Hawkeye!" he sobbed loudly, "Why did Bradley assign me this mission?"

Riza walked toward him slowly wanting to comfort him more than ever!

"I'm twenty-six years old, damn it!" he continued, "At twenty-six things aren't supposed to be like this!"

"Then when are they, sir?" asked Riza.

Roy's swollen obsidian eyes looked up at her with confusion.

"Things like this aren't supposed to happen!" he answered quietly.

Riza rubbed his back as to calm him down, her eyes sparkling with tears.

"Oh Riza," he laughed, pretending to be happy; "it's not your fault!"

Riza saw through Roy's façade, she knew inside he was screaming, loathing himself for what ever reason that he was hiding.

As Roy walked back over to the couch, she watched him closely. He slowly dragged his feet and hurled himself forcefully onto the couch.

"Goodnight, Riza!" he cried.

All night she watched him, she watched Colonel Mustang the man that she once found a heartless, arrogant bastard cry himself to sleep. Roy Mustang had a heart!

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