Again, this is the same person, I'm using Rose and a lot of you hate that. But it's hard enough for me to keep a story going at all…so…sue me. You won't be getting much, a penny tops. –smirk-

Chapter Two:

The palm tree smirked, this was perfect. He would do it and get it over with, simple as that. Turning into that familiar figure of the Colonel, he approached the man's house, easily opening the door. He grinned, the smell of the house meant the smaller Mustang was here. He needed that; he put on a sad face. As those violet eyes turned to onyx, he closed the door and heard her voice.

"Taisa?" it questioned. The small female poked her head out of the kitchen. He didn't seem too happy to her. The Mustang passed her by, her ice blue eyes following him every step of the way. Till he went to the room and closed the door, not saying a word. The female was slightly confused; usually he at least said something to her. A 'hi' or a 'later' something of the sort but this was just odd. Was it something she said? Or did? She hadn't left the house all day. She was even wearing a blue dress for once! She blinked before returning to the dinner, which would make him happy. A good dinner! She went to open the rice when a gun shot came from down the hall, making her jump and break open the bag, the rice flowing all over. Forget that! She hurried to the door; she struggled to open it, touching the door knob, but quickly drew her hand away the knob burning her. Orange, red, and yellow light dancing in the crack of the door, "TAISA!" she cried. The smoke erupted as she kicked down the door, forcing the small female to duck down and cover her mouth, the fire alarm exploded with that painful ringing. They would be here soon, but that wouldn't save him. She crawled to her room and grabbed her gloves and the pot of water that she had not yet placed on the stove. She clapped her hands and the water erupted from the bucket, dousing every inch of the room. She looked around, the window was closed and Taisa's gloved were set on the dresser that hadn't completely burned yet. She picked them up. He was gone…he had left her, "Taisa…" she said, felling tears drip down her cheeks. She felt someone grab her by her armpits and hoist her up. Clinging to the man in yellow she began to cry. Roy Mustang had left his niece behind, Rose Mustang, was left to pieces.

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Rose awoke with a jolt, clutching her heart. She jumped out of bed and slammed straight into the body of Riza. That's right; there was no Taisa to run to now.

"Rose? You were screaming are you okay?" she asked putting fir hands on her shoulder. Out of all the military, his friends, she was affected the most. The small girl had been having nightmares since the accident. Seleen found it quite funny and still refused to tell them why. She'd crack up every time the subject grazed their lips always saying he was such a kidder. Was there someone Mustang trusted more then her? Riza Hawkeye? The woman that would go to great lengths to assure his safety, impossible! She wouldn't think on it another minute.

"No…I just had a bad dream." She said quietly.

"Again?" Riza asked.

"The same one." She replied without having Riza ask, "I want him to come back…but there's nothing I can do." Thoughts of human transmutation had already passed through her mind. But she wasn't stupid, and the Elric's would scold her ears off. She wouldn't, she wouldn't want him to suffer. That would create homunculi, and that would only make matters worse.

"Rose?" she was snapped from her trance.

"I'm…going back to bed." Without another word she crawled under the covers. Though her eyes didn't fall, she was too scared.

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Roy stood, staring up at Riza's apartment building as the last light went off. He let out a sigh that was the 3rd time tonight he heard her painful screams. And the thousandth time he had heard them this week. They were his entire fault, he wasn't there to comfort her, she was all he had, and vise versa. He tipped his had over his eyes, his normally messy hair sleeked back. He leaned against the wall, was all this killing…why did he even have to think about it? Rose's live was worth the world to him, and he'd do anything. But he hated to see her like this. Letting a sigh pass his lips he stared at the gun in his hand. He had to kill someone to protect her, and everyone else he cared for. He loaded the gun and stared out. Seeing a woman walk by, a black dress and brown hair, she was a pretty one. He aimed to kill, his hand shaking, he couldn't do it. He couldn't take another life; he had to find a better way.

"You're hesitating." Said that poison voice. CRACK. The woman lay dead on to concrete. Roy stared, coldly, keeping all emotion from his voice.

"You happy, Envy." He growled.

"Very, let's go." He said disappearing in the brush, hearing the voices he wished he could return to.

"What was that!"

"Riza! There's a dead body outside!"