Lt. Hawkeye: Damn, I got my eyes fixed after multiple times in the PS2. Hey… I can make Riza die anytime I want. XD

Fluff Freak: I know… deaths to the good guys are always sad. Take it from Hughes. TT Damn Winry… I faced her wrench sometimes. Ow… enough to kill.

Cain's-Angel14: I get too much Writers Blocks. But I think even if I cracked it, my ideas suck. (sweat drop)Thanks for the compliment. Yeah, I like Cliffhangers made by myself. Cliffhangers of others just really well… leave me hanging. XD

Saun: Yeah, she did… (long line of dots made) Am I supposed to show emotion? XD Just joking… God, I feel sorry for the two… TT

fullmetal philosopher: I fear Winry as well… Yeah, I killed her. XD (maniac laugh) Am I a bitch or what? XD Just keep reading and I'll think of something to revive Riza.

tear drops of flaming darkness: Gee… thanks. Yeah, you are one of the many who really want to know what's going on.

Shadow Dreamer 27: Ha! That threat won't work against me! If Roy does fricken' burn me to fricken' ashes, then I can't continue the fricken' fic! XD Beat that but nonetheless, I will continue on the fic. Yeah doggies! I love playing with them, Especially Black Hayate. I really like playing with him.

Blackrosewitch: (blush) Really? Damn, I don't deserve any of that. I mean… there are other people who are better than me… Damn, I knew there was a catch… you're saying this so I can finish the story right? XD I'm gonna do my best here, no matter how hard it is… it's actually hard when you thought about it. XD

ChibiBotan88: Hmm… we're getting somewhere here…. XD (smirk)

Aurum Potestas Est: Really? Thanks. (blush) Check around harder. There are a lot of full stories. A lot of them are better than mine. Check authors like well… I don't wanna mention them. ;;; They all sound copyright to me. XD I'm evil… so evil…

rizahawkeye01: Yeah, yeah, yeah… I'll put a hell lot of suspense in the next few chapters. I guarantee it. Dude, you are looking… chatting… at a person who loves suspense. XD

RHM: (RM Mode: Nothing… nothing really. (Singing Simple Plan: I'm a dick… I'm addicted to you…) Damn fic we've got here… am I really like that to you? )

Porsche: (RM Mode: Damn, that better not be Riza… ) (CL05 Mode: ;;; Uh… right… Damn… OO Fuck, you've got a boyfriend already! XD Yeah, I won't tell RM)

What? No 'nothing's perfect' line? XD

rizaanroy4ever: (pats back) It's alright. TT I know the pain… TT

mr. kusagani: ... oO;;; That's all I can say. oO;;; Damn...

Chapter 16- Broken

It's been days. To Roy, it was eternity.

Roy sat on a stool in a seemingly old bar. He coughed roughly and lunged for air. His hand was trembling terribly as he reached out for his glass, grasping it tight.

The bartender glanced nervously at the almost-drunk colonel as he slowly wiped a glass. He made a heavy sigh and turned away. He saw the Flame Alchemist sitting there, drinking alcohol for four hours straight. 'People like that', the bartender thought, 'people just can't help but feel sorry for them. He must have lost something.'

Roy slammed his empty glass in the wooden counter. Small cracks appeared in the glass. His dull yet clear eyes swung to the bartender.

"More please." He moaned groggily. The bartender shook his head slowly.

"I'm sorry, young man. You're already drunk-" he stopped terrified as Roy snapped his fingers. Fire spread through a nearby chair, slowly turning it into ashes.

The bartender swallowed every bit of his resistance in him and poured more vodka on the colonel's glass.

Roy sipped slowly from his glass. His head hurt like hell. He felt snappish, irritable, dizzy, nauseous and dirty. The smell of vodka around him didn't help. He could even smell the bitter aroma from his own breath.

'Where am I?' Roy asked himself. Not physically but mentally.

'Nowhere you are happy in.' a particular voice in his head replied. Roy shrugged off that voice and looked beside him.

He found no one beside him. Hughes was usually beside him, to his left specifically.

'Where was he?' Roy asked. 'Where was Riza?' he asked his most important question. It was her he needed the most right now so why? Why did she kill herself the moment he said he loved her?

Roy's eyes lolled around. Where was he now? He must have strode off unconsciously to a damp alleyway. It was raining, raining hard again. Funny, Riza told him once, "You're useless in the rain".

Roy collapsed onto the hard concrete ground. He couldn't stand it anymore. The weight was too much for him to bear. Roy gasped and coughed out vomit. The smell somehow melted and disappeared in the rain at least.

'Yeah, you're right. I am useless in the rain… useless… useless…" He said in his mind the word he hated being called repeatedly. He turned his head away, refusing to see his own vomit and smell the last remains of its putrid smell.

'How long has it been since I've done paperwork?" Roy asked.

'None, ever since your lover's dead.' His head replied again. Roy forced a laugh. Yeah, if she was still here… she would shoot me for not doing any paperwork, he thought. He can remember the countless times he had been forced to do the paperwork. Riza would be by his side, placing her superior in gunpoint… and, Roy groaned, Riza would be in his arms by the end of the day, in his bed… with him always… But it can't be anymore…

At times like this, Hughes and Riza would be here. Saturday nights when he was drunk, Hughes (if he wasn't drunk as well) would carry him back to Roy's apartment. Or Riza… she would support him back home, sometimes her own apartment. But they're not here to help now, are they? Hughes has gone back to Central, he guessed… and Riza's dead. Where was Fullmetal? He should be here, mocking the Flame Alchemist for looking so pathetic. The elusive and almighty Flame Alchemist, Roy Mustang, lying here right now would be a joke to the young Elric.

Roy groaned as he heard a small splash of water. He opened his eyes and twisted his head enough for him to see. He dazed at a figure with his blurry vision. He couldn't make out the person above him. All he could see is black leather cloth. He couldn't tell whether that person was either man or woman.

Roy made a slight grin. Just the guy he needed right now. Probably the bastard can kill him off right here and now. So then, he can probably have his sick revenge and Roy can be with her again. To hell with being the Fuhrer. Without Riza by his side, or anyone of that matter close to him, it was meaningless…

Roy continued to stare at the figure, which watched him closely. It just stood still without any kind of movement. Roy clenched his teeth.

'Kill me now, jackass…' he thought.

Somehow unexpectedly, something came out, sprouting from the figure's back. They were like black wings. If it was (and Roy was definitely sure it is), its feathers pointed at Roy threateningly, as it was slowly drenched in the rain. A few feathers shed down in front of Roy. Some even fell on top of Roy's head. He didn't take his eyes of the figure. The figure looked at Roy's clear dull eyes, the look in his eyes; begging it to kill him.

Finally, Roy closed his eyes. He gave up trying to figure out who it was, with his sight so terrible from getting drunk and the raindrops that clouded everything. Who was the figure?

"Yo! Get away from the dude over there!" a voice rang out.

The mysterious figure pointed its head to Ford who saw Roy and the black figure. It was a dark night so the Earth Alchemist couldn't see the face. The older Mustang snapped his fingers and a slight rumbling earthquake shook threateningly. Small spikes from the ground emerged (somehow like Ed's); Ford was careful not to hit Roy. The mysterious figure wasn't affected. It spread its wings and took flight to avoid the earth shakes and spikes. It flew to a direction where Ford couldn't see its face. The night sky was dark unfortunately so Ford couldn't figure out who he or she was.

But before anything else, he rushed to Roy who still lay down there, semi-conscious. He picked him up and carried him by the shoulder. He half dragged Roy while Roy partially walked a bit.

"You with me bro?" Ford asked. He faced Roy who was dazed on the concrete floor.

"Yeah…" Roy murmured. It took him half of his remaining strength to actually stay up and talk to his brother.

"Remember the old days? Back when we were little?" he laughed as he remembered something. Roy managed a smile. Not a true one but close, one that made Ford relieved somehow.

" I was 6, you were 8 and a half… I sprained my leg once in the garden… you gave me a piggyback ride back to the mansion…" Roy tried to remember.

"Yeah dude. Damn, you were heavy back then. You're lighter now though." Ford grinned. Roy gave a small smirk.

"You're the Earth Alchemist. The male ones have to be physically strong." Roy pointed out. It was true, Ford wasn't built up like Armstrong but he was still good at carrying loads and other physical work.

"Well yeah dude. Strange… you're 27… I'm almost 30… still carrying you…" Ford paused. " You owe me one there. Now you owe me twice." Ford smirked, the smirk that a Mustang would have. Roy gave another smirk but it faltered to a frown.

"Ford… should I do human transmutation?" Roy asked. Ford made a sigh. He knew his brother would say this and he knew who he was referring to.

"You've seen the short metal dude and his big bro (AN: He means Al… cause he seems bigger if you know what I mean…). You're gonna lose an arm or something worse. Bottom line dude… you're not gonna be with her… far, far away, dude. Plus, mom's gonna kill me once that happens." Ford said.

Roy didn't give any reply or a sarcastic remark. He was right after all. There was no point.

Again, no reply. Ford looked beside him to see his brother out cold. His feet dragged around the sidewalk. This time, he carried him by the shoulder. Ford shook is head.

"Let it go, dude. Let her go." Ford thought.

"Winoa, where've you been?" Ford asked as he went inside the mansion. Winoa was there, wiping her hair in a towel.

Joe handed a towel to Ford who gladly took it. Joe then had Roy placed in a sofa close to the warm crackling fire and had him placed under a warm blanket.

"Nothing, I was just… helping Hughes out in some research." Winoa replied as she drank from a steaming hot mug.

"Any luck?"

"Hughes doesn't but I think I do. I just hope it's the right one." Winoa shot a worried glance at Roy. She ignored Ford's look of confusion to her.

'I really do hope so…' Winoa thought as she made a slight frown. 'Blake, you moron…'

AN: End of Chapter 16. Anyway... since I am in a Major Writer's Block... please stand by and leave a review... OR FACE THE WRATH OF IZUMI CURTIS! (Damn... and she scares me too... >. ) XD