The previous chapter: (#10), was titled "Farewell", so, what I did was just put it up on this one… : )

Chapter 11 – Tretmeas und Aroneic

(Travelers and Farewells)

I pulled the bag over my shoulder, and stopped instantly, when the scent of blood reached my nose. No mind thoughts came from the hallway. Hawkeye and Mustang walked in the room, with Mustang's arm over her shoulder. "What are you doing up?" I asked, placing my bag back on the bed.

"I came to say good-bye," Mustang stuttered. He shook Hawkeye off and he walked over to me. He stroked the side of my face with the back of his head, like a father would do to his daughter. He was like a father to me, always there for me, at times, though. "But, you didn't have to have it as a dishonorable discharge, you know Crimson." I smiled and hugged him gently, tears now flooding down my face. It is Ok, Crimson.

"I know, but if I left 'dishonorably', the Fuhrer wouldn't let you go. This is the only way I can go before my past goes around the entire military base," I said into his jacket. "Thank you for all you have done, Colonel," I said. I pulled away and saluted to him, and he returned it.

"Thank you, Crimson," he responded. "Send a postcard." It was meant for me to smile, to forget all of my hard times, and to ease this good-bye. I did smile, and I turned to my bag.

"Good-bye, Riza!" I smiled, and she waved. She tossed a package at me, and I caught it with one hand. "What is this?"

"A farewell gift," she answered. "From me and the Colonel." I opened the package and found a couple gifts inside. Pictures of my concerts and of my friends here, times when I was in the bed for an injury, and a time when we decided have a group picture, and it had almost everyone who new me and my secret in it. It was a beautiful photo album. The second gift, which was noted to be from Mustang, was a sketch book. It was completely empty, except for the first page, where a rough sketch of me and the Colonel was. It was marked by him, and also colored by him. A pack of coloring pencils was hooked to the back.

"Riza…Colonel…" I whispered, more tears falling down my face. "Thank you." I placed them gently in my bag, and turned back to them, giving each of them a tight hug before I left. "Get better soon, sir!" I shouted, as I climbed out the window, with Edward and Alphonse behind me. "Thanks again!"

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There will be an importance to that sketch book later on with Crimson and Edward. You'll find out soon! Please review! It takes 20 seconds to do!!!