There's not a lot of characters or Story's that one could say it's really a beautiful thing created. When you do find one, it can become quite an obsession. I really find this couple worth reading or writing on them myself, their love and life is really intriguing. This is my first time doing it, writing a story and all, my writing and spelling is going to be horrible perhaps so my apologies ahead. It really is just ideas and my own imagination running wild among myself and have decided to just write down what that is. So that in mind, you can't call this a story really since it's not linear. They will be short or long story's all happening in any given time but they will follow the same world and place i will write about, so with that, I don't own any of these characters or anything related to these characters since they belong to their rightful creator.

The Memory of Ishval

Once these eyes were filled with hope for the future, one would probably called it childish or naive, but an endless possibility that once was there for the future no longer lingered a single bit of light in them. Thru the scope were now dead eyes looking for their next prey, a life to take away, a life to extinguish, her name was Riza Hawkeye. Despite her upbringing, her childhood life along with a past that perhaps a child should have not have to experience, she still had "hope" coming into the service she was now in, perhaps she was also chasing a shadow, something desperately she needed to see with her own eyes, despite her father having a hate that no word can describe but endless. He was right. It now seemed all but a dream, and she was living in a nightmare one that she cannot wake up from no matter how much she wanted, her dreams were all but in the past.

"Boom"

a shot rang from a distance and put another one down before he even knew what took his life away.

"Damn." said a fellow sniper at her side in disbelief how fast and accurate she was. He knew she was trying to make it fast and easy for her prey by killing them fast as soon as the bullet hit, not a single of her shots were shallow or caused her prey to bleed to death and experience an agonizing pain. It was quick.

"Man, I really hope were almost finished with this crap. I cant wait to leave this dump and go home again." The man said looking at her and perhaps waiting for a response that never came from her lips.

"but seriously, I thought it was all just rumors flying around about you, I never thought someone this skillful would even exist."

"you mean someone this skillful who is a women...right?" her response sounded perhaps a bit more cold than she intended to.

The man laugh nervously .

"Well that does make it more amazing, and attractive..."

Once again no response ever came.

"Well C'mon, Lets call it a day."

and with that Riza stood up and followed her companion back to the camp. As night settled in Riza found a corner away from people. Ever since she was called into the war and into camp, she never talked or socialized with anyone, heck, she hardly spoke at all. She kept it to a very minimum. That however did not stop all the guys from noticing her and talking. She came in halfway the war with a high recommendation. She was the only girl sniper at the camp, oh ...and she was beautiful. Her cold attitude made a clear message she wasn't interested in getting to know anyone during that time, she had only one goal in mind, one person she was seeking.

After what seemed like forever after arriving to the death land and reaching her limits to her sanity, from far she saw two men standing next to each other talking but recognized one without fail. It was the first person she ever made friends with, the person who she opened her heart, the person who told her of his dreams and in return took his and made it into hers, but now lost, she was desperate to hear where along the way...it all went wrong.

"I never thought I would find you here!" said the energetic person taping a hand on his shoulders.

"...um but your eyes look different..." said the man now with regret on his voice for his friend.

"yeah...you mean the eyes of a killer...but you have the same eyes too my friend." replied his friend.

"yeah...i know."

His name was Roy Mustang. Roy Mustang, a rather good looking fellow with deep black eyes and hair. Very little is really known about him among his comrades, his past like Riza is quite complicated. Roy lived also a childhood that like Riza, should have not experienced but life being the way it is, did. But even among all that, there was something in both their lives that changed their lives completely, perhaps also giving them in a way a second chance to...live.

"This all makes the time we spent on the academy seemed like they were the golden days doesn't it?" said Hughes. His name was Maes Hughes, Roy's best friend who he met at the academy.

"How stupid and naive we were, weren't we? How foolish!"

"I know this is not what you were expecting Roy, but you cant blame yourself for this. This isn't what any of us were expecting."

"Were nothing but dogs Hughes! This is a laughing stock! We sold our souls to the devil!...shit.."

The man had nothing to say back...he knew he was right. All what they have done, they had no excuse. They were simply obeying orders? Doing what they were told what to do? No. It wasn't that simple and he knew it. You cant take back once the deed has been done. He tried carefully what to say to his friend but nothing came to mind, luckily he didn't have to, they heard footsteps coming behind them and they both turned around alarmed to see a mysterious person behind them. You couldn't see the person's face or identity because that person had what seemed like a sweater and the hood over its head. Knowing it had raised a slight alarm with the two it lowered its hood revealing the face of a woman.

"Hello major, do you remember me? My name is Riza Hawkeye..."

As she removed her hood his eyes seemed as what little life in Roy had left all drained away. His heart crushed and weighted down on him and felt it was about to come out thru his mouth as soon as he heard her voice. "remember?" , how can he forget? There stood the one person in the world he wished more than anything he never would see...Not here...Not this place. Not her.