All righty, people. The comments I have on all my stories are old, unless specifically stated otherwise, as I am here, so, I figured I'd tell you.

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Welcome back, ladies, to Grie—wait, what'd I call this? Um, this story! The game show where you at home get to read stunningly horrible fanfiction! applause

On today's show, we have a showdown between previous and current lovers! (or, at least….well…maybe…)

And as soon as I'm done writing this, I'm going to sleep! Yay, sleep! Because tomorrow is a big day for me. Yuppers, children, it's Thursday as I'm writing this, so that means tomorrow is Friday, the day of my friend's dad's funeral, to whom this fanfiction was dedicated!

Anyway, enjoy the story and review!

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"You have a fiancé?"

"At one point in time." Riza turned to look at him. "You're not mad at me, are you?" She had felt him stiffen. (EWWY! Not there! eye twitching scarred)

"No." Roy kissed her and she turned back around to lean against him.

"You're jealous, then."

"No." He paused. "What's his name?"

"Ryen." She stood and started to unpack.

"Why do you say it like that?" Though he wouldn't admit it, Roy was jealous.

She turned to look at him as she folded a shirt. "Like what?" She turned back to put it in the drawer.

"You said it like you would say my name."

That made her turn. Riza put her hands on her hips. "What is that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing."

"Then get up and start unpacking."

Roy meekly stood and helped her.

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A while later, Riza flopped on the bed, exhausted. "It should be illegal to be this tired," she yawned.

Roy flopped next to her. "Well, now you'll go to sleep faster."

"That's true." She nestled against him, and he kissed the top of her head.

They were silent as the sky grew dark.

"Thanks for coming with me," she murmured, half asleep.

"Hm?"

"I wasn't sure if I thanked you for coming with me, so, thanks." She yawned.

Roy smiled down at her as he pulled the covers over them.

(A quick ramble. Holy freaking crap I am so tired. It's 7:30 AM on Friday. One of my theatre friends just called and asked if I wanted to go roller-skating tomorrow. I told him no, but that was just because it was freaking 7:20. I'll call him back later, I suppose.

That is all.)

"It's no problem."

"Because of you, I've almost forgotten the reason we came." Riza sighed, and Roy pulled her closer.

"Hey, none of that," he murmured in her ear.

"You're just still mad because I didn't tell you about Ryen."

"That's not true."

"Yes—"she yawned—"it is."

"Tell me what he's like."

"He's very nice—a country boy, really. Kind to everyone, always willing to help. He's rather cute, too."

"Oh." Roy's voice was stiff, but since Riza was half asleep, she didn't notice and continued.

"He once told me that he only wanted to be liked by everyone. I told him that if that happened, there'd be nowhere for me. Oh, and he's a—great….kisser." With that, Riza promptly fell asleep, leaving Roy to wallow in his jealousy.

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Roy eventually managed to drift off to sleep, and sometime through the night awoke to a sound he couldn't quite place, until he looked down at Riza in his arms.

She was sobbing.

"Hey, hey." He moved next to her and smoothed the hair back from her face. "What's this about, hm?"

"I just can't believe he's gone," she cried into his shirt. "He was always so strong."

"Yeah, well…it happens, Riza." He stroked her hair and held her there until her crying lessened, and she looked up at him through her tears.

"Thanks." She gulped for air and he took her hand. "I must seem like a complete pansy."

Roy smiled down at her. "Not at all," he replied. "It proves you're not completely heartless."

Riza kicked him under the blanket. "That was uncalled for."

Roy winced and Riza smiled. "I trust you won't be telling this to anyone back at the office on punishment of death, Roy."

"Of course not, Riza. Quit scowling at me, dear, you've got me shaking in my boots." (Guess where that's from, all you fantasy fans : P Hint: Replace "dear" with "kitten". That should pretty much give it away.)

She wiped her tears and snuggled up to him. "Roy?"

"Hm?"

"You're not wearing any boots, sweet." (EEEEEE! EEEEEE! EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!)

"Well, it was a good line." He kissed her head, and she sighed contentedly.

"I suppose I should just get over it."

"Why do you say that?"

"Well, honestly, sure, it's a bad thing, but you're here with me, so I suppose I should get over it and just enjoy our time away from the office."

"And the regs?"

She looked down somewhat shamefully. "Yeah. But, really, if this hadn't happened, you wouldn't be here."

He looked at her, the expression on his face slightly evil in a perverted-Roy way. "Where?"

Riza glared at him. "In my bed," she said evenly.

Roy grinned. "You know—"

"Roy, don't even think about it."

"—what happens—"

"Roy Mustang, I swear to God—"

"—in bed, don't you?"

"Yes. People sleep," she said firmly.

Roy sighed. "All right then," he pouted, earning himself another kick.

(My brother would like it to be known that I am very weird. I don't see why he would say such a thing, because as I was writing that last section, I was just laughing maniacally. I don't understand.)

"Don't pout."

"How can I when you've ruined all my fun?"

"Shut up and act your age."

"You're so brutal, Riza."

"Not brutal. Honest." She kissed him, and then rested her head on his chest. "Let me sleep now."

Roy smiled gently down at her.

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The next morning Riza once again woke as usual. She stretched as she normally did, until she realized where she was. In Roy's arms. (It's where you want to be. :D)

"Good morning," Roy murmured lazily. (Holy Sith, I can't believe I wrote that. I can't believe I wrote that. (About Roy's arms. (Even if it is true.)) I still can't believe I wrote that.)

"Morning," she answered sleepily. She rested in Roy's arms for a while longer before stretching and getting out of bed.

"Getting up already?" Roy asked, yawning.

Riza nodded. "I'm heading down to the range." She got dressed in the bathroom.

"I'll come see you in a bit." He stretched before disappearing under the blankets.

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Riza quietly gathered up her rifles and holstered her .44 (XD more gun talk) before closing the door gently behind her. She walked silently down the stairs and slipped on a pair of sandals before closing the front door.

As she walked down the familiar path, Riza missed the warmth of Roy standing next to her. She missed her father standing next to her, pointing out the new blossoms of spring. (And suddenly it's spring. I suppose I should've said that earlier. 0.0) Heck, she missed her sister standing next to her.

Her father had been a big man, tall, broad-shouldered. Not the kind of person you'd see kneeling at the roadside admiring flowers. But Richard had been like that. He wasn't afraid of what people thought of him. He'd simply say, "I'm sorry you feel that way," and go on with life. Nobody in town hated him for it. It was just who he was.

Riza really had been afraid to come back here. Although it was nice to get out of the office, especially to be here with Roy, some things just wouldn't go away. As she walked through the small town, she picked out familiar landmarks.

There was the alley she had seen boys picking on a kitten and first beaten someone up. There was the general store she worked at to get enough money to be able to go to Central. There was the doctor's house she'd helped at when the military came through when she was younger.

Riza left the town and started up the winding path to the range, dreading whom she would find. Yeah, she had told Roy about Ryen, but she had never really loved him. It had been a hollow relationship, set up by their parents. Richard, of course, had been against it, but it had happened anyway. But, then again, she probably would see him here, as his parents ran the range.

She opened the door and set down the rifles, not bothering to put on safety goggles. Really, she operated without them anyway, so what was the point in using them. She put on the earcovers, just because of the echo in the building.

Riza sighed and cleared her mind as she pulled out one of the longer barreled rifles she used purely for sniper work. She pulled the butt up to her shoulder, clicking back the safety, holding the barrel firmly, and—

On target. Right in the crotch, Riza noticed dryly. She relocked the barrel and set up again, aiming more clearly this time. She pulled the trigger, and—on target again, right in the chest.

All of Riza's pent-up anger and sorrow over the past few days suddenly exploded. She pulled out her handgun and started firing wildly.

"Why'd he have to die?" she screamed, tears running down her cheeks. "It's not fair! He was too young!" Her words echoed hollowly back at her.

"Why did it have to happen to me? Just because I loved him—" A sob escaped her, and she collapsed against one of the dividing walls, crying freely, her gun forgotten in her hand.

When Riza's eyes cleared, she saw the gun in her hand, safety still off and loaded. She smiled wearily. It had been pounded into her, so even through her tears; she locked the safety and reholstered it. She shook off her tears and stood as Roy came through the door.

"What's up, Riza?" he asked softly, coming up and kissing her.

"Nothing." She smiled up at him. "Just more memories."

And, of course, as she rested in his arms, Ryen chose that exact moment in time to walk through the door.

"I thought I heard someone in here—oh." His blue eyes narrowed. "Hello, Riza."

"Hello, Ryen."

As Roy inspected his competition, he realized Riza hadn't been kidding. The guy was hot from a ladies' point of view. With brown hair that fell into his blue eyes, the guy could be considered smokin'. (LOL. Roy's smokin'. :D)

"Ryen, this is my friend Roy Mustang. Roy, this is Ryen Mistursbdwiohila. (MWAHAHA! AND YOU ALL SAY MY LAST NAME IS WEIRD! (Well, I just typed in a whole bunch of crap. /))" Riza smiled inwardly.

They both inclined their heads stiffly, and Riza hit Roy with the butt of her rifle.

"What was that about?" he asked grumpily.

"Take. Practice," she ordered.

"Why? I have my alchemy, remember?"

"Yes, until the next time it rains." She smirked at him, and turned around, thoroughly enjoying ignoring her ex-fiancé.

"What's that supposed to mean?" He turned and put on the earcovers.

Riza pointed to the earcovers already secured on her own head, and adjusted herself for her next shot.

Behind them, Ryen stood fuming. She had barely broken off the engagement a few years ago, and already she was going out with someone else? Ryen hadn't gone out with anyone, even though he could easily get anyone in town. He had loved Riza, even if she clearly hadn't loved him. And now she was standing in front of him—with her hair down! She must truly love him, he decided reluctantly.

Ryen wasn't going to allow this. He watched her joking around with the man—what was his name? Horsey? Horsey. That was his new name. Horsey. Ryen watched Riza joking around with Horsey and grew more and more jealous.

Ryen simply would not allow this.

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I am so evil. So unbelievably evil.

Review or I'll sic Horsey on you.

Oh, goodness, so evil…

EDIT: Hey, I just noticed everyone's name begins with an R. Riza, Roy, Richard, Ryen… :P