AN: I'm back! My sincere apologies to all formaking you guys wait so long! But what to do? The project in which I was engaged in consumed most of my time! Sorry ;

But I've returned and this time, with a new chapter! So, buckle up and enjoy the ride!

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Chapter-3

"Roy! Roy; open up!" Hughes said as he practically pounded the door down, separating the corridor from the office. Needless to mention, said Colonel never actually went home. Home: the place where everyone had the right to feel safe – everyone, except for –

"Roy, can you hear me? Open the door, Buddy!"

Hughes continued to knock on the door, trying his best for Roy to open the piece of hinged lumber. He had made his way to the HQ as soon as he had received a call from the guard on duty that the Colonel was behaving rather oddly that morning.

"Alright then, if that's how you are going to play…" having said that, he turned towards Hawkeye.

"It's no use, looks like we have to force ourselves in. Say, Lieutenant, what did happy to Roy; do you have any ideas?"

"No Sir. He's been like this ever since we had entered the office." Came a cool yet straight reply. "May be he's depressed about something. He was speaking to Fullmetal the other day!"

"So, you're implying that Roy is in this state – God knows for how long – just 'cause you saw him having a conversation with Ed? Honestly Riza, talk some sense here!"

"I'm sorry sir, but that's not what I intended to say!" Hawkeye quickly corrected herself, suppressing the suspicions – if there were any – within her mind. "I merely suggested that maybe Ed knows why the Colonel has been acting this way."

Having heard this, Maes did calm down from the sudden burst of anger. He cared for Edward and Alphonse as his sons. It was natural of him to protest against any kind of remarks which would squander them.

"I-I'm sorry! It's just I am really worried about Roy…I-I'm sorry." He sounded really apologetic. What he said was true, though. It was a pretty stressful morning. With each moment that had passed, the atmosphere was getting all the more angstful!

"Sir! The door's been opened."

This in itself was encouraging news for Hughes. At least now, he could make an approach to Roy and try to share all the strains which might put Roy in such an abnormal situation.

"Thank you Marx! I'll take over from here." Then he made his way into the office; the same office where he vividly remembered every single moment which he and his beloved had spent just last night.

"Roy! Heya Bud!" Hughes tried to start up a conversation as he very "cautiously"proceeded towards him, taking one slow step at a time.

"Didn't you go home?" Hughes tried one more time but there came no response from the addressed. His eyes were as blank as a new piece of paper and his face, once so full of colour, was now sickingly pale.

This didn't look good. For all Hughes knew, something went terribly wrong…so terrible that it stole all the colours from his best friend, leaving only the hoary state which he was in then.

"Look Roy! Avoiding me won't do you any good." Replied Hughes, sounding a bit irritated. "It will only get us worried and restless. Now you wouldn't want that to happen now, would you?"

Still no answer. Roy wasn't his old self; the calm yet more lively state. Whatever the reason was, it really did get to Roy.

"What could be wrong with him?"

"This isn't funny any more Roy! Say something!!" Annoyed with the other, Hughes came right beside his best friend. "Why don't you-"

"DON'T TOUCH ME!!"

This sudden response did its' best to shock the other – and it was successful, too. Hughes practically jumped up at Roy's sudden scream. He definitely didn't seethat coming, especially not after he had placed hishand over the others' shoulder. Roy's reaction did nothing but worry Maes even more.

"Don't touch me?? Roy! You never said anything like that before! What's wrong with you, man?" Having said this, Hughes noticed the reddened mark on Roy's shoulder that seemed to peek out of the collar.

"Hey, wait a minute; what's that?"

Frowning a little, Hughes did exactly what a normal person would do out of curiosity. He grabbed the other's collar while ignoring the other's frantic comments and tried to see the subject of his curiosity, almost forcibly, knowing that Roy wouldn't allow him to do so. What he saw raised his suspicions even more and nevertheless, it also greatly shook him.

Bite marks. There were bite marks all over that reddened area, along with bruises. Fresh, as they were, it was guessed that they were imprinted on Roy's soft skin about six to eight hours ago. Therefore, the incident which made Roy upset,to this extent, took place sometime during the night before.

Bruises; marks; night…all of these three words did much to tighten Maes' heart as a result of possible fear or anxiety. These three words together didn't sound good at all! It only meant worse!

"So, did Roy have a fight with some one? That explains the bruises…but what about these marks? Why are they here?" Hughes now was immensely terrified. The marks, the silence, Roy's pale face and his spacing out didn't add up to a sane result…it pointed to only one direction.

"Oh my God, Roy! What happened to you?" Hughes could feel that he was trembling – not only his body but his voice was pancky and shaking as well. He tried touching his love one more time but this time, however, the other didn't protest. Rather, his eyes widened with fright and his whole body trembled creating almost a vibration.

"R-Roy? What's wrong?" Hughes was truly concerned. He knew that his suspicions were gaining ground and it did less to make him happy.

"All over…it's all over."

"What's all over? Roy for heaven's sake, answer me!" Hughes almost shouted as he tightly got a hold of Roy's shoulders. This wasn't a case of Ishbal anymore, that much was clear. Roy had gotten over that massacre.

"So what could be the reason that frightened Roy so much?"

Gently holding his face, the distressed Lieutenant Colonel tried to make eye contact with his love, a task which was not difficult in normal situations. However, this wasn't what one calls "Normal".

"DON'T TOUCH ME . . . don't touch me; le-leave me alone . . . leave me alone . . ."

Roy's pupils got smaller and smaller in some unknown terror. His voice,in which he uttered the incomplete sentences, was whispery and his breaths were terribly hard and uneasy. He was, clearly, in a state of great shock and terror. His way of reacting did help to give Maes a small idea of the horrifying thing which, literally, shoved the once strong man into the whorl of fear and anxiety.

"Hey! Calm down!"

"I'm sorry…Hughes, I'm sorry!"

"No, no it's alright! You don't have to be sorry!" The other tried desperately to make Roy come to his senses but he was failing miserably in his attempt to do so.

"No…just leave me alone; please, let me go…"

Finally, Roy could take it no more. He broke into tears – tears which indicated not sadness but shame; insult; lose of pride.

"Just let me go . . . let me go; leave, leave me alone . . ."

Yes, much to his terror, Maes Hughes was right. Even so, unlike other times, he wasn't relieved of his discovery. Rather, an unknown terror filled his heart. The very thought of the preceding events widened his citrine orbs.

It all seemed like a nightmare…a truly terrifying nightmare. It was all becoming compiled almost too smoothly, much to Hughes' detest.

Roy's behavior was the key to it all – it spoke of the unspoken event, which was easily understood by Maes.Undoubtedly, what he had been keeping concealed deep in the chambers of his mind were proving to be right. What Maes had feared the most was true.

Roy Mustang, his best friend, his love was...

"Raped!"

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So that was yet another chapter of the fic!

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And now, about the fic, what did you guys think of it? Good, bad, ugly, nutty, crazy, stupid…what? Yes, Iknow what you are gonna say: that Roy was Ooc in it! Well answer one thing, if you please: How can a person, who has been brutally raped, still be keeping his composure as he'd do in normal situations? And that too, only after four or five hours since the rape took place?

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