All right, here I am again with another horribly written chapter of Royai! –waits expectantly for applause, but hears crickets instead- Ahem, well, then, here's the responses!
Silver-Shelter (chapter 2): Heh, yeah, sometimes I'm surprised at how I'm so like myself:D –several bad jokes later- I'm glad you liked reading my stories, and I'm glad you feel bad for Riza! My Lit teacher's been on me lately about "inspiring feeling into the reader". Psht. If I get good reviews, I'm happy. And OF COURSE I'm updating, how many times must I say that!
Shadow Dreamer 27: Geez, I just watched that episode again a couple days ago. –totally has nothing better to do- And, YES, put it on your favorites, it makes me feel loved! –feels loved- :D
Fluff Freak: I KNOW. And I made the mock trial team, so the fanfiction time is going WAY down. I'll need more reviews to keep up my morale! –nudge nudge- -smiles mysteriously- Only the author knows, dear…only the author knows…
Jenny: -salutes- I'll dutifully obey orders, sir! –starts withering from lack of sleep-
ChibiRaccoon: Thanks! I've never had anyone use ALL CAPS before:D And, as previously stated, this has already been posted, but on a website not currently available to the public! So, anyway. I updated. :D
Cashmeritan: You most certainly ARE Cashy-poo. I spend all my free time typing up these responses and little notes before and after the story, and no one bothers to read them! TT.TT –wallows in self-pity- OOH? What episode is this? HMMMM? And about Ryen's last name…Well…I did just type in a whole bunch of crap. I wanted him to suffer as I do, you know, having a LONGASHELL last name. :D I'm evil. I know. I wanted to put more birthdays in, but I couldn't remember any. And did I put the thing about my mom making Ramen for me in the last chapter? GOD, I need to REMEMBER these things…Stupid bad memory. In response to your second one: Um. Sure. Friends: yes. Chocolate shell: NO. Actually, I'll be posting my email and AIM name so you guys can talk to me ANYTIME. :D
Jenn: Well, thanks for putting a name! It helps:D But now I can't remember which guest was which. D: I need to REMEMBER! UGH! And about Roy proposing… Well, he hasn't. –totally trying to restrain herself from saying yet-
Silver-Shelter (chapter 3): Thank you, and, yes, Ryen has some SERIOUS issues…mostly concerning Riza…-getting dragged off by beta- Amber's Beta (aka myself): Sorry, too many spoilers! Just keep reading!
WolfieWolf: Yes, you may consider their butts kicked, in honor of you. –bows gallantly- -gets strange looks- Me: What. Them: Well, GUYS bow. YOU'RE A GIRL. Me: I don't CARE. I do enough GUY parts anyway. Being a guy is so much more fun:D
The Mr. Clean Alchemist: Well. I, um, love you too, I suppose. :D Guy or girl. That's all I really need to know. And, um, Huck Finn? Sure. Whatever.
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Here's a tidbit for you: my computer blocks this story. :D Whenever I try to read it, parental block says that it contains adult material and is therefore blocked. Kind of ironic. Well, REALLY, REALLY ironic.
Here's my email: animeroxmysoxATgmailDOTcom. Email me, please, I'd like to hear your suggestions, or we could just…talk about…FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST! THE MOVIE! Which I haven't seen yet but my computer will let me watch someday. SOMEDAY. And my AIM: AnimeDragonRider. Really, IM me. I really need people to talk to. I have something like 30 friends, and out of that, only two keep up conversations with me. The others never log on, or we ask how each other are doing and then stop talking. It SUCKS. So, well, talk to me, look me up on MySpace, SOMETHING. I NEED FRIENDS. :D
Anyway, be sure to read the note at the end of the story, it's VITAL.
And if you're going to email me, please tell me in your review if you did.
THANK YOU AND HAVE A GOOD SHORT READ!
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The day of the funeral dawned bright and clear. Sunny, same as the day of Maes' service. Roy was stricken at how similar the two services appeared.
Mr. Hawkeye's coffin had been lifted on the shoulders of who looked like the town's blacksmiths, if they still existed. The procession had followed, family first, then close friends, as well as the rest of the town.
Everyone was in black, except for Roy and Riza. At Riza's mother's request, they were in uniform, Roy in dress uniform and Riza in a skirt, both with the black sash of mourning across their chests.
"Your father was so proud you had gotten into the military. He would've loved to see you in uniform."
So Riza had relented, and now she walked alongside of him, clasping a black handkerchief loosely in her hands; occasionally bringing it up to her face to dab at her eyes. He had his arm around her, although it seemed inappropriate now that they were in uniform again.
Her sisters walked ahead of them, all standing next to their mother, who looked so fragile that she would fall at any moment. Roy had noticed that Ryen was absent from the procession, and decided it was best for now.
He felt Riza tap him lightly; they were at the service where the eulogies would be given. He sat on the right side of her; her sisters and mother on the other side of her.
A pastor stood, a wizened, frail-looking man, and launched into a speech, full of "thou's" and "thee's", and quite boring. Roy found his attention slipping, as Riza's was next to him. She leaned her head on his shoulder and a sigh escaped her, but everyone was too busy with their own thoughts to notice. Roy's thoughts, however, were focused on her, so he heard it and looked down at her.
Her hazel eyes were closed, her breathing steady. She's asleep, he realized, amused.
He heard a click behind him, and he immediately straightened. That was the unmistakable click of a gun's safety being turned off. He'd heard it often enough: that was the only way Riza would fight.
Riza had opened her eyes, weary but alert. She kept her head on his shoulder, and regulated her breathing, trying to remain inconspicuous. He saw her hand move to tense over her waist, prepared to unhook her shoulder holsters at a moment's notice.
A few minutes went by, and Roy and Riza were ready when two men stood up behind them and shouted, "Everyone, hands up!" Immediately the whole crowd stood, amid cries of confusion and fear. Roy slipped his hand into his pocket, swearing as he struggled to replace his normal glove with the one made out of his pyrotechnic cloth. It was taking too long.
Riza threw off her jacket and immediately pulled the handguns from her holsters and started firing. To his surprise, Anna pulled out an old revolver and started firing as well. Sammy and her mother rushed to hide behind the coffin, and immediately the rest of the crowd started to run, screaming, in every direction.
Roy had finally pulled on his glove when Riza was hit in the stomach by a stray bullet. Roy rushed forward to catch her, his hands covered in her blood.
"Riza, no!"
"Roy, please…" A drop of blood trickled from the corner of her mouth.
"Riza, don't. Don't do this!" Unbeknownst to him, tears began to run down his cheeks.
"I love you, Roy…That-that's all." Her eyes closed and Roy let out a cry of despair.
"RIZA!" His voice echoed through the cemetery.
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Told you it was short, didn't I? This is only the first part of the last chapter, I decided to be horrible because no one's emailed me or anything, so I only posted the beginning of the end. :D Luff you all.
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