A/N: Day 5 of Royai Week 2015 using the prompt, Rain.
It was no secret that Roy wasn't a big fan of the rain.
When he actually needed to use his flame alchemy, rain was nothing but an annoyance and a cause for him to be the butt of endless jokes back at headquarters. It was as if it only came to taunt him or to mark him as useless.
If anything, he was envious of what the rain could create, for all he could do was burn. The rain was like a manager of the Earth; it allowed for food to be grown, for rivers to keep running, and for the general creation of life.
As for Riza, she had a similar opinion when it came to the certain subject. She despised the rain.
Besides having to work extra hard to protect the Colonel whenever it occurred, she also hated the general atmosphere that the rain brought with it. The color gray reminded her too much of the Civil War, the droplets of water on her face felt too much like blood, and staying indoors gave her the sense of being restricted.
She understood its benefits and how it helped, but for her, the memories were almost too much for her to handle.
Despite their mutual dislike, however, they could agree on one thing; if they were grateful for anything that the rain had offered, it was for the day they bumped into each other.
They had both been strolling aimlessly in the outskirts of town when it began to pour. Too far away to run back home, or in Roy's case, the inn he was staying at, they both unknowingly took shelter in the same shack.
Although surprised at first, they had gradually initiated a conversation, and since she mentioned her father's work, he had been eager to become his apprentice. And so they had met because of the rain.
In the end, it was the only thing it ever did right.