Author's Notes: Well hello there! I'm utterly amazed! The reviews for the last few chapters were so wonderful! A special thanks to Neo Diji. I really felt better about my writing after reading her comments. Check out her works…so drool-worthy. 3

Well, I'm home sick from school so I figured I would update again. . With Panic! At the disco being my inspiration, I'm off to writing! ;D Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Hagaren. I merely use the characters for my evil ways.

Warnings: ANGST!

Title: Only the Moon Will Know

Chapter: 9

The day was young. The sun had just began to rise over the military building, and most workers were tucked away in bed still. Though, there were a few that were awake. Some had more important jobs than sleep.

Soft heels clicked against the tile floors allowing the sound to echo down the silent halls. She hated high heels sometimes. The noise she made forced a sort of paranoia on her. She really didn't want everyone coming to see what the news was about. The more publicity, the harder it would be on the afflicted.

The slip of paper held tautly in her hand gave her the worst feeling in the world. She felt as though something was terribly wrong…as if she was committing some horrible crime. Not once had she ever felt such feelings before. But, her face showed nothing of the internal conflict. Perfectly carved, serious features showed she was there merely to do her job. Her feelings would not get in the way of her job. Was this why she was chosen? The Fuhrer knew she would obey him directly.

She found herself stopped outside of a thick oak door that had a perfectly painted gold number on the front of it. How many times would she have to visit this place again? Every time she saw this place there was something that ached inside. After all, Roy had told her he was interested in someone else…after all they had been through. The Colonel had been oddly happy one moment, and lately he had been down. Perhaps something was wrong?

She lifted her hand and gently tapped her knuckles to the door. When no answer came, she tried a few more times. After many failed attempts, she checked the door. It was unlocked. She pushed the door open carefully and slipped inside of the darkened quarters. Perhaps they were asleep. Now, she had to find Edward's room. As quietly as she could, she slipped past a mess of books spread out on the floor. It was quite a bit messier than she remembered. This was Edward's doing no doubt. It seemed to give the plain apartment some signs of life.

She moved into a darkened hallway where a few rooms lined the narrow passage. She peeked in each one. Though, in the one that looked like Ed's…no one had been in it. This was strange. Was Edward off working already? There was no way. The Library wasn't opened. Something didn't ring right. Continuing down the halls she came to the last, and most familiar door. Dare she enter?

Against her, her body moved forward and pushed the door open. Someone was most definitely in this room. Clothing lay on the floor in disarray. The room was dark. Squinting, Riza peered into the room. Roy was in bed. She could give him the note for Edward. With a few small steps, she was next to the bed. At the sight, her eyes widened.

Roy had his arms tightly holding a particular alchemist close. Was that…Edward? The expression on Roy's face was placid…calm. Happy. She hadn't seen this look before on the cold one's face. Daring a closer look, she leaned in and took note that it was indeed Edward. A light gasp escaped her lips.

Edward stirred. He mumbled something incoherent and nuzzled his face to Roy's chest. This caused the older one to shift in his sleep and get comfortable again. When they fell motionless, Riza released a breath she hadn't realized she was holding. By the looks of things…they had done…-- she cringed. It was times like this she was glad they had the blankets around them.

Taking a careful step backwards, she tried to retreat from the room. Though, as if something had been planned, Roy's alarm clock blared loudly, screaming for them both to wake up. Riza shrieked from her sudden scare and stumbled to rest against the door frame.

Onyx hues snapped open. The shriek had definitely caught him off guard. It hadn't taken him long to slip his hand into one ignition glove.

" Who is there…"

His voice was threatening. She didn't like the sound of it.

" It's me, Colonel."

She noticed, through what little light was in the room, that there were shocked eyes staring over at her.

" What are you doing here? Who gave you permission to enter my quarters?" Roy hissed.

Soon enough, bright golden eyes opened and a small yawn escaped the boy. He took quick notice of the defensive stance Roy was in and he too became alert. His body tensed seeing the blonde woman before them. Had she…did she see him? Did she notice that he was cuddled to Roy? --Undoubtedly.

" I have a message for Edward."

" Was it that urge—"

" From the Fuhrer himself, Roy." She sighed. " I won't tell him about…this."

They both seemed to relax at her words. She stepped forward again and placed the paper in Edward's outstretched metallic palm. He opened it and read over its contents. His eyes widened and his face drained of color. Why did everything happen to him? Couldn't he just be happy?

"…I've been transferred."

Roy turned swiftly, passing a sharp glance to Edward.

" Why? Does he say why?"

" It says 'my research was looked over and approved. He finds it adequate. I am to return to Risembool so that I may have the automail checked on…then get back on a train eastward bound. By his orders…I've to go alone.' I don't understand. I never sent in my reports. I wasn't finished."

Riza dared not meet Edward's gaze. She knew why she had felt so terrible. She turned in that report…she had found it by the memorial fountain.

" I'm…sorry."

Turning on her heel, she moved swiftly from Roy's quarters. She would be the cause of Roy's sorrow once more. She gave the Fuhrer a chance to put things out of Roy's control. With tear filled eyes, she found herself in the courtyard…staring up at the statue of Maes Hughes. Her tears faded…but she was truly hurting.

" How…why does this happen to me?"

Edward stared blankly down at the note. He would have to go home…then track back through everything he had tried to forget. Was someone merely playing a game with his life? He knew he had done many things wrong…the human transmutation in particular, but did he deserve this? Strong, warm arms wrapped around his shoulders and brought him close to a warm body. His face slipped against that rich skin. Was he crying?

"…Please tell me it's just a nightmare."

" I wish I could, Edward."

Roy whispered these words into those fine golden locks. The boy trembled within his arms. How could he force himself to stay strong for Edward? He was in just as much shock. When things were finally looking up…this had to happen. Was this how it was for his blonde lover all the time?

"It's alright. Things happen. Those are your orders…I'm sad to say I can't override them at this point. Does it say when you're leaving?"

"T-tomorrow morning."

It was so soon. Would he be given any time with the other before the clock struck them out?

"Stop your crying, Full Metal."

Roy's voice was stern. Edward's eyes lifted in uncertainty. Roy exchanged the glance with the boy…onyx hues were serious and sharp.

"You act as though you'll never return here."

"I don't know if I will…"

"The Fuhrer can't keep a hold on you for very long. He's never had to command you directly before. I would know. You're a sneaky bastard…"

"You're calling me the sneaky bastard? I had to get past your unreasonable orders to do my job."

That small, rounded face grew red in slight fury. Edward sat up some, but remained in Roy's arms.

"Oh, that's right. I'm Colonel Bastard. What're you? Major Pipsqueak? What a pair."

"Kiss my ass, Mustang."

"If you really want me t—"

Lips immediately crushed his own. Had it actually shocked the Roy Mustang? Why, yes it did. Once the battle of tongues had commenced, both retreated for air. A smirk stayed plastered on the Flame's face.

" Pardon me if I'm wrong, but I don't believe that was your ass."

A small grumble escaped the blonde, whom had nuzzled his face into Roy's shoulder.

"You may have to leave me for now, Edward, but I'll always be here with you."

" Don't pull the mushy crap on me, Mustang."

Those words earned a small, warm smile from the Colonel. Roy leaned over and pulled something from his bedside drawer. He slipped it around Edward's neck and fastened it. The cool metal felt strange against Edward's skin. The small surge of cold and the clank of metal on his automail caught his interest. He lifted the necklace into his flesh hand and stared down at the strangely shaped piece of metal. It had the state's seal on the small metal oval. Words were imprinted into the item.

" Your dog tags?"

" If you want to put it that way."

" That and…" He leaned in and kissed at a few sore marks on Edward's shoulder. "Don't you dare forget to come back here, Edward."

" I just might…why would I want to see that damned face of yours?"

"I'm not sure." He lay back into the bed, looking up at Ed. " But I'll be waiting."

"Ah, shut up and go to sleep, Mustang."

Edward plopped down next to Roy. Snuggling up to his raven haired Colonel, he sighed, and closed his eyes. Roy slipped his arms around the blonde and tried to ease Ed into a sweet sleep. Even at Edward's commands, he would not sleep. This would be his last moment with the other…he would not sleep through it.

"Maybe one day…we'll wake up and laugh because this will all be a distant memory."

With a soft kiss placed to the Full Metal's lips…Roy sadly watched Ed fall into a restless sleep.

T.B.C…

Author's Notes: GAH! Already the fic is ending so soon. I'm really sad to be closing it up, I am. The next chapter or so should be the last. I'm sad to say this to you all. I know the ending of this chapter was relatively uneventful…but I think there was shock enough earlier on. Thanks for reading! Until next time.

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