QUESTION: Anyone interested that I include Greed-twin (you know, Mr. Hot stuff with yellow eyes and a feather hanging beside his ear? The Greed-OC-looalike? Yeah...) in future one shots? Tell me your opinions! Any ideas for his name? O.o

ANSWERS TO REVIEWS:
Lily: haha Thanks! I laughed really hard myself while I was writing about Greed-twin ^^ As for Chapters 1 and 2: Yeah, I switched them up on purpose since a friend of mine suggested I should have a more "serious" chapter as a first chapter instead of something funny, apparently to "catch readers attention more" lol. Doubt it will work but it's worth a try haha ;)

Pouda-P: *.* Oh thank you so much my friend! T_T hahah thank you really! Naw, our Greed-chan is cute :3 I thought I wrote it with too much randomness ^^

Scenes and situations borrowed from FMA Brotherhood Episode 54: Beyond the Inferno!

You're better than that

Roy's murderous glare turned to look directly at Ed, who nearly froze in fear at seeing his superior in this state.

His hair was more tousled than usual, his eyes dark and heavy, filled with malicious intent and a promise for a slow, torturous death to any that opposed him, his teeth were bared like a rabid animal ready to unsheathe its fangs at its attacker, his stance was tense and Ed knew he was ready to harm or in the worst case murder him too if it meant getting to his sole target: Envy.

"Fullmetal," he stretched his gloved hand out, the look in his eyes intensified, "I'll be taking that," the Lieutenant was still pointing her gun at the back of his head, her gaze sharp yet an underlying fear veiled beneath it, fearing her worst nightmare may come true.

"No," Ed willed his voice to be firm and authoritative, but he couldn't hide the sliver of fear he felt rooted within him at seeing such a dark side to his superior, to a man he pledged alliance to and his aid in achieving a peaceful future for everyone. This man standing here, this wasn't the man Ed knew and trusted.

As Envy squirmed in his grasp, Mustang's patience was running thin, "That is an order," under different circumstances, Ed would have pissed his pants, but this was another thing entirely.

He could feel Envy shaking in pure, unadulterated fear in his tight grip, hell and Ed couldn't even blame him. Before he used to think he was very glad he wasn't on the other end of that fire, but now, he wasn't so sure anymore with how heatedly Mustang was glaring at him.

"Give it to me right now," it seemed Mustang's patience had seen better days, the undeniable order was growled from the depths of his stomach, a guttural sound that even made Ed sweat in trepidation and fear.

He steeled his nerves and swallowed, "No, I won't," he was glad his voice got out firm and clear, in this situation Mustang behaved like a aggressive, wounded animal.

Show fear in the presence of the superior and you're dead in the next second, that's how Ed felt like now.

Sparks danced on the tips of Roy's fingers, the air drumming with unreleased energy and Ed sensed that either he would burn him alive from the inside or burn him and Envy whole. He could see the bloodlust in Mustang's eyes and he swore he never wanted to again.

Ed's gaze was unflinching, rivaling Mustang's own darker one, none of them willing to back down at all. Even with the small beads of sweat running down his face, Ed had no intentions of backing down, not when Mustang seemed to lose himself in his want for vengeance and the satisfaction of single handedly murdering the killer of his best friend.

"That thing deserves the worst death possible," the worlds were growled out lowly, it didn't even sound like Mustang's anymore and Ed's doubt doubled. Envy shook again in his grip.

Edward bit his lips and said firmly, "No-"

"Give him to me or I'll burn your hand along with it!" electric-like currents surged around Mustang's poised fingers with destructive power and that display of authority and murder intent caused a chain reaction inside of Ed.

He took a bold step forward and barked back, "Try it then! If it's a fight you want, fine, but first maybe you should take a good look at your face!" he pointed at him, feeling his anger and disappointment rising at what a truly horrific sight Mustang could turn to become.

Roy's eyes darkened the further Ed talked, "Is that the face you plan to wear when you're leading this country!? Well, is it?!" Ed's anger boiled over, "Is that what you wanna be Colonel?! Another monster?!" the blue electric-like currents didn't stop, dancing the dance of death upon Roy's fingers if he only flicked his wrist...

Roy's mind conjured up a distant memory, back when Hughes was still alive and they were participating in the one sided annihilation of Ishval...

"...It seems like the least we tiny humans can do for each-other." Roy and Hughes were staring off into the distance, farfetched dreams and big visions for the future in front of them.

Hughes turned to look at his friend, "You've got my support, but you could've just asked me. It ought to be fun to watch though, it may even do some good," Hughes grinned then.

Roy's expression darkened, narrowed eyes twitching in barely restrained anger to unleash on that tiny, pathetic thing of a Homunculus and banish it to the pits of hell. His hand tightened, sparks flying.

"Are you becoming a beast? Giving in to its passion? You can if you want to," the words were from none other than Scar, the bite in his tone undeniable and an evident hint of mutual understanding for Mustang's current predicament.

Scar crossed his arms, his gaze narrowed toward Mustang, "I won't stop you from giving in to revenge,"

Ed whipped his head around, not believing his ears, "Hey!" this was not helping their situation damn it!

"What right do I to stop someone from taking vengeance?" Ed's glare softened in understanding, thinking back to what horrible things the man must have been through thanks to the war and the annihilation of his people, "But still, I shudder to think what kind of world a man held captive by his own hate would create once it becomes its ruler," Scar's gaze remained unflinching on Mustang, who froze.

"Colonel," Riza brought him out of his reverie, "I can't let you kill him," those words ignited his very veins, "That being said, I have no intention of letting him live, I'll dispose of him,"

Mustang's tightened fists shook in barely suppressed anger, "But I did it! I finally ran him down!"

"I know that!" Riza's voice rose sharply, "But still," her grip on her gun tightened, shaking in her hold, "But still...you're about to do something reckless. This will not help, not your country or your friends!" Roy grit his teeth, his anger still burning brightly just beneath the surface, fingers still poised to deliver their final judgment upon the cowering form of Envy in Edward's hand.

"This is pure hatred and I will not let it take you!" Riza's gaze lowered, fierce eyes softening in sadness and hopefulness, "You're better, I know you're better than that," her voice broke into a softer tone, pleading with him to push aside his hatred and come to his senses.

Ed watched the scene with rapt attention, "Whoa...this is...this is getting out of hand. But Hawkeye managed to strike something in him, at least I hope," un uneasy feeling settled in the pit of Ed's stomach, refusing to leave as his eyes fixed on the Colonel.

Scar's gaze remained focused carefully on the Colonel, not trusting him to come to his senses quite yet. The pure murder intent and hatred in his eyes said it all, that was a mean out for blood and there was very little someone like that could deter of his senseless route for revenge until that thirst had been sated. Red eyes trailed over to the Lieutenant holding the gun to his head, "That woman...she's serious, she would shoot him should he choose to step out of line completely and kill Envy. And yet," he zeroed in on the shaking gun and the underlying fear in her eyes, "She still believes he would come to his senses, she would shoot him, but not without a price," he frowned.

"Can I...can I truly...let this go? Let this...this vermin go that killed Hughes?!" Roy clenched his teeth, "No...I-I can't...I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if I let the monster that killed my best friend and Alicia's father to flee from my grasp! Not when I'm so close to finally avenging him!" sparks flew in a display of warning and a promise of fire.

"Hey," Roy's eyes widened, recognizing the familiar voice he thought he would never hear again, "What are you doing? I thought you wanted to lead this country to glory, I thought you wanted to end this endless cycle of hatred. So what are you doing now Roy?" the voice of Hughes reprimanding him inside his own mind made him freeze.

"H-Hughes? Hughes!" his mind was screaming, torn between his imagination and the harsh reality staring into his face, Envy's pathetic, weak form which he could so easily turn to ashes...

Images flashed before his tightly shut eyes, images of his best friend when they enrolled in the military, the Ishval war, Hughes, lying in a pool of his own blood, the photo of his precious family he so deeply cared about lost beneath the thick liquid. His funeral, his wife and daughter crying and mourning his death, Roy's own tears as they slid down his cheek. And lastly...

Hughes smiling and waving cheerfully at him, it seemed surreal, a faded memory now, but it was still there. It was still there but just that. A memory. Hughes would never come back no matter how hard he tried. But...he...he had the chance to atone for this...to finally destroy the creature that has taken his best friend, his brother away from him!

He clenched his jaw tightly with strain, hands hurting with how much force he applied to dig his blunt nails in the fabric of his gloves and the flesh they covered beneath. He exhaled, a long, drawn out exhale which made his very tense shoulders slump slightly, as if in defeat.

Roy's voice seemed quieter, but it still retained its hoarse, lethal tone, "If you're going to shoot me, shoot me...but then after you've done that, what will you do?" he didn't miss the hitch in her voice, the sound of the gun shaking in her grip. He wanted, he needed to know her answer.

She was a strong, independent woman. Would she move on? Go up the ranks and fulfill his dream? Drop out from the military and live a normal life? Roy almost shook his head at himself, no...that was impossible. She couldn't live a normal life, just as less as he could if he tried. Too many things happened, too many scars showed and too much blood had been spilt to even think about leading a normal life after everything they've been through.

Riza however, surprised him with her answer, "I can tell you I have no intention of continuing on by myself. This fight will be my last, once all of this is over I'm going to end my life and remove the secrets of flame alchemy from this world!" her tone was firm, no doubt would she really carry on with her plan should she shoot him now.

His fists clenched and he finally released all the anger and deep seated hatred inside him in one deadly explosion.

The explosion of fire accumulated in an empty cobblestone way and diminished slowly, leaving behind a soft, warm light that enveloped them both, as if soothing the burns from the vicious fire, "That...can't happen." His voice was quiet, subdued.

His gaze was downcast, dark eyes sad at the prospect of Riza ending her life because of him, "I can't...I can't afford to lose you," his words were sincere, from the bottom of his heart and he hoped she understood the depth of his feelings.

Roy's fists shook, "What kind of madness is this?" his gaze moved to Ed, "Scolded by a child," his eyes turned to Scar, "Lectured by a man who was made my enemy,"

Roy turned his head, "And you," he turned fully around to face her, a flash of fear and worry etched onto her beautiful face, "I've done it again, I've hurt you..." the sadness and shame he felt couldn't be put into words, at least not any words he knew.

"How foolish can one man be..." he shook his head at himself.

Roy slowly walked toward Riza and gently placed his hand upon the gun and her own, lowering it slowly to the ground. He knew he had no right to say those words but he did anyway, "Please...forgive me," he wouldn't blame her if she didn't, he himself never could.

His strength left him and he allowed himself to fall soundlessly to the floor, gaze downcast. Riza looked down at the Colonel's pacified, saddened form and immense guilt swarmed her mind. She dropped down to the floor as well, gun next to her.

"I'm sorry Lieutenant..." Roy's bangs covered his solemn eyes, afraid to look at her, see the disappointment he could never bear to witness come from her. If it were anyone else, he would take it in stride but from her...he couldn't bear to be looked upon by her as the thing Edward had called him before, a monster. A monster he had truly come close to be, more than he already felt like.

Riza smiled sadly, saying nothing.

Then Roy did something that surprised her more than it did Edward and Scar. Roy leaned forward and grabbed her uninjured shoulder, pulling her into his chest and hugging her to him tightly. His body was shaking with the force of his suppressed sobs as he held her tighter than anything else he ever had, "I'm sorry..." he repeated the words over and over again, cradling her head and back.

She remained unresponsive for a few moments, until she smiled and rested her head next to his, hugging his broader frame back. "Colonel, it's alright," she sighed into him, relief washing over her in tremendous waves that he was back, that her Mustang was back.

He was back and never will he allow to fall into the dark abyss he had fallen in that day. And in case he should, he always had the light that brought him back, or that killed him on his journey to darkness.

She was his light and the loaded gun behind his head when the dark tendrils nipped at his consciousness and threatened to overpower him, she was there to keep a cool head and remind him who he was.

It was time he became worthy of who she thought he was. A man with dreams of leading this country to the peace they all hoped and wished for.

A man who was just a man. Just a human.

And for that, he thanked the stars for allowing her into his life.

"I'm sorry Lieutenant,"

"It's alright, Colonel"

He smiled.

Phew...oh god...I rewatched that scene in the episode and came EXTREMELY close to crying... Oh that Royai scene! (melts) READ ABOVE NOTES FOR A QUESTION PLEASE!