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Kiyuu-chan: What's a beta? XD Strange… from where we are, we call them hormonculus… and I saw in Fullmetalalchemist.info that it was spelt orubouros. But anyway, I edited the chapters for some typos. Just tell me what's the typo and I'll edit it for you.

Frip-Ouille: Good question… but then all will be revealed.

Tsunade-chan: I know! I make villains in my fics wannabes. I always make bad guys wannabes. Isn't that funny? XD Yeah, I'll tell you and all the rest in good time. Soon anyway…

Chapter 5- Dead

'Riza, I love you…' Roy thought. He was sitting by the sunset, facing Riza who was busy looking at the beautiful sun. Should he ask? Was it too soon… or too late? He faced Riza who was actually looking at him, puzzled.

"Riza, I-" Roy hesitated. 'What was the worst?' he asked himself.

'No… No was the worst…' the voice in his mind replied, Rejection to his undying love.

Roy carried behind him, in his palm, an engagement ring. It was the authentic and real one. The sparkling diamond encrusted in pure silver. He didn't ask any alchemist to make this, not even Tim Marcoh. He actually bought it off a shop.

'Suits someone as beautiful as her.' He thought as he purchased the wonderful item.

And it was true! Riza was looking marvelous in front of him. She wore a long black dress with a cut up slit on one side and she also had a shawl on her shoulder. She was looking formal for some occasion. For what, the colonel didn't know. Her blonde hair was even down and she had shining high heels on with also several pieces of jewelry. Mustang was surprised. You would never find Riza Hawkeye, his first lieutenant, ever dressing up like this. Roy glanced at his own attire.

'What the… hell?' Roy's eyes almost popped. He was wearing a Black Hayate costume in front of Riza… The chances of him screwing this up were high, a million to one.

"Colonel?"

"Riza… I-I love you. Will you marry me?" Roy suddenly asked. He didn't even want to say it… as if his voice had a mind of its own.

"I'm sorry Taisa… I've already been engaged." Riza gave a sad smile. She exposed another engagement ring in her finger.

"W-what?" Roy couldn't believe it. His heart breaking in two.

"You heard her." A cold laugh from behind said. Roy turned and saw that it was the homunculus.

"Forget it Mustang. Riza belongs to me." He was pushed and fell on, for some reason, in deep dark water.

"Colonel…"

"Riza no…" Roy choked in the water, drowning. Alchemy couldn't save him now…

"Colonel?"

"Riza please…"

"Colonel!"
"Riza, I love you…"

"COLONEL!"

"Don't leave me…"

"AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRGGGHHH!" Roy's eyes snapped open as he woke up on his desk, screaming. Hughes was right beside him with an empty bucket in hand. Roy glanced at himself. He was wet.

"Roy, are you alright?" Hughes asked, concerned.

"Goddamit Hughes! I'm wet!" Roy roared.

"But Roy-roy! You seem to be having a nightmare!"

Roy stopped. Did Hughes see him? Hear him moaning for Riza? He decided to skip the topic as he noticed that other military members weren't there, but Hughes only. It seemed late already.

"Where is everyone?" Roy asked, more wanting to say 'Where's Riza?'

"They left. You slept during work again so all of us have decided that one of us stays and wake you up when it's late. Riza couldn't stay. She had to visit her cousin who came from North Headquarters. I advised Havoc to accompany her but she stated that she wanted to go by herself." Hughes explained.

"Dammit Hughes! Why didn't you persuade her?" Roy complained.

"Dear Roy! You should know! Your lover's as stubborn and as determined as you are!" Hughes mentioned at Roy who was rubbing his temples in disbelief. But then something came in. It was a reminder.

'Don't worry about me. I don't want to be anyone's burden. Especially not yours.'

Roy smirked as those exact words recorded back to him. A promise is a promise.

"There you are, Uncle Roy-Roy. Nice and Warm." Said Hughes who handed Roy some towels. Roy buried his face on his towels and dried off the wetness. Hughes shifted uncomfortably as he pulled out a file.

'Should I tell Roy? It would be of utter shock if I do such a thing.' Hughes asked himself in doubt. Unconsciously, he made a slight frown.

"Hughes, what's that?" Roy asked. Hughes landed at earth with a decision. Roy should know.

"It's a file Havoc and I researched on." Hughes said as he presented the envelope.

"It's about the Lightning Homunculus-" Roy already tore off the envelope and began scanning through the file. It was only a small article about the Ishbal war. At least 2 or 3 paragraphs were highlighted.

Lightning State Alchemist, Blake Helmsley murdered. Details are unknown. The State Alchemist of Lightning was famous for conjuring bolts of Lightning from gloves with the proper transmutation circle and array sewn on it with the snap of his fingers. Ishbals murdering the alchemist could be the possibility of his death.

In other news…

" Is this all?" Roy placed the papers down.

"I'm searching for the most details. It could be possible. He was probablyjust transmuted back to the life by someone." Hughes pointed out. Roy reread the article over and over again.

"Blake Helmsley…" the name chanted repeatedly in his mind, 'Where have I heard that mane before?' he asked himself.

"Strange, isn't it? I'm so sure of it. I've heard that name before… oh… it's in the tip of my tongue…" Hughes began thinking hard.

"But the question is… why would anyone resurrect such a psycho? And how are we going to send a Homunculus back to the grave?" Roy mentioned.

"I'll research on it. There must be something." Hughes said until Roy stood up.

"That's enough, Hughes. I'm not even sure if it really is a guy named Blake Helmsley. The real one may be as dead as any other corpse. I don't know anything about that sin but he hates me for something and he wants Riza. Keep searching, but for now, good night." Roy said as he was clearing out his desk. He grabbed his coat and Hughes yawned, nodding.

"C'mon, Roy-Roy! Why don't we go and have a drink?"

"No, not this time."

"Alright, I'll drive you home then."

"No, I'm walking."

"Okay, I'll walk you home!"

"No, Hughes!"

"Oh fine! But how's about you see another of my daughter Elysia's pictures-"

"NO!"
SNAP!
"Noooooooooooooooooo! My PICTURES!"

Roy was walking from East HQ building to his apartment. He didn't pay attention to his surroundings. He didn't notice the chilly night breeze blowing through him nor the misty fog that concealed the entire area. Other and more important matters were in mind.

"Blake… Blake Helmsley… Dammit!" the name was erroneous to him. Where has he heard that name before? He couldn't remember. But his train of thoughts dismantled when he heard a noise. It sounded like it came from his right.

He slowly crept to that noise and studied it. It was strange. There was nothing but a rusty tin can that lay on the floor at the foot of a trashcan.

'Probably a cat…' Roy shrugged and turned. But when he did, a glass bottle was smashed in the back of his head. Blood gushed and trickled from the open gash as shards of broken glass fell. The colonel collapsed heavily on the cold ground as a shadowy figure stood behind him.

'Shit…' said colonel groaned. His vision was blurry. He could pass out anytime. The pain was so immense. What was even worse was that he couldn't defend himself. His fiber synthetic gloves remained in his pocket. He doesn't even have enough time to place them on and burn the thug who was doing this to him.

On and on, the shadowy figure began torturing Mustang. Punches, Kicks and even half strangling him and using a small dagger to protrude wounds. Roy was already half dead as when he finally stopped.

"You're perfect Mustang. Too perfect." The shady figure frowned as he picked up Mustang and placed him close by pulling his hair strands.

"I'm disgusted." He slammed Roy's head to the ground and stepped on his head. Roy slowly and with difficulty, tilted his head to see who was the asshole was doing this to him. And with somehow no surprise, it was the homunculus. The one from the park, the one who killed many military officers, the one who was trying to take Riza away from him.

"B-Blake… H-H-Helmsley…" Roy uttered through grit teeth. The homunculus gave a sniff by the sound of the name. He gave Roy a kick to the stomach. Said Colonel spurted out a small amount of blood, gasping for sweet air.

"Wrong… it's Obsession." He snarled.

"Colonel?" a voice rang out from the thick fog. Soon, a nearby military dog ran towards the scene and saw the colonel lying on the ground.

"Colonel Mustang!" he was shocked. How could his colonel actually be here in the ground, dying? But then, he didn't expect the surprise attack that struck him hard. Lightning flung to him. He screamed in pain and he fell, dead. His eyes wide open from being paralyzed. Roy saw it with his own eyes. He died a quick death. Unlike himself who might just a die a slow and painful one, perhaps not.

"You're lucky this time, Mustang. I've got no mood to kill you… for now. But remember this… Riza's mine, got that?" he said grudgingly as he pulled Roy up by grabbing his hair strands again.

"N-Not to a f-fag-faggot like you-" Roy stuttered through his blood stained teeth. But he stopped. White, hot pain seared through him and he blacked out. The homunculus dropped his head in the stone, leaving the dagger stuck to Mustang's thigh. The psychotic homunculus, Obsession, disappeared from sight, laughing. What's the use of waiting? He might have already killed him. What's the chance of him living now?

2:00 already, at the darkest of night. Riza was walking through the alleyway, coming from greeting her cousin who came from North City. She curved a slight smile, glad to see her cousin visiting her for a while. But the feeling seized as she could sniff something. The putrid smell of… blood.

She saw something lying across the alley floor. Blood was everywhere. Stained in the ground and even in the brick walls. But that something was covered in most of the blood.

She slowly crept towards the thing, and her eyes widened in horror. She saw her colonel, lying dead across the ground.

"Roy!" she screamed as she ran and collapsed in her knees in front of her fallen colonel.

"Oh shit… Oh shit… Oh my God…" she began muttering uncontrollable phrases and curses that could express her grief. She pulled Roy close and settled him in her lap. She sighed in relief. If it hadn't been for the slow breathing, she would have found him dead. But his body temperature was running low due to the cold climate. Riza took off her coat and placed it on Roy. Riza cleared off with her hands, dirt and blood from his face. She flinched when she found a dagger in his thigh. She slowly and cautiously pulled it out, getting nervous when she saw the pained expression in her lover's face.

Riza picked up the fallen colonel. She groaned, finding him heavy. For a lean man like Roy Mustang, he was heavy. She headed for her apartment. The hospital would be a long walk from here. And time matters in this situation.

'Roy please… don't die on me… hold on…' Riza silently begged as she was rushing straight for her apartment. 'Too many people love you… I love you… don't die on us… don't die on me…'

Riza arrived at her apartment. She didn't meet anyone across the way. Common sense, people would find it ridiculous to carry corpses to their own home.

She slammed the door and laid Roy across her bed. Black Hayate, who immediately seized from chewing his toy watched in surprise as Riza ran to her bathroom for medical supplies. No one knew this, even Roy, but she was handy on first aid and medicine.

'Roy… you better stay alive…' Riza began nursing and treating Roy. The colonel made a small groan as if he unconsciously made a reply. But in truth, images were displayed in his head. A series of flashbacks and memories came back to him. And most importantly, the gate to an old memory unsealed itself.