A/N: OMG! I had sooo much fun writing this one...I mean I got to make him drunk!!! lol, anyways. I actully got this one up in time, so yeah! Enjoy it. I know I did.
ROY POV
I slammed the door shut, and stumbled into my bedroom. My vision was blurring and I had a feeling of flying, yet my mind was still clear, lingering on unwanted details. I sat down and started to unbutton my jacket, but my fingers were slipping and my vision was doubling. Finally, I got my jacket off and started to work on my shirt. About halfway I stopped. Something just occurred to me. Why did I bother?
Why did I bother to try, in fact right now it looked very pointless. It seemed to me like my friend just died for nothing. I slumped against the side of my bed, my head pounding. I was really hoping that I was going to pass out in a few seconds, anything to relieve me of my pain. But it seemed as if my plan wasn't working. Other than having a killer hangover in the morning, it seemed like that was it.
Why, was the question, but I couldn't answer it. The whole world was looking very tedious and I realized something I should of realized a long time ago. There was a way out. There was a way for me to escape the miserable pain and the world entirely. And it was very easy. Stumbling back over to where I had carelessly thrown my jacket, I noticed my white gloves. I picked them up, feeling the material that had destroyed so many lives.
Crumpling them, I threw them into a corner with disgust. I would not need them anymore. Digging through my discarded jacket, I found just what I was looking for. Pulling out the gleaming metal, I slowly walked back over to my bed. Sitting down, I looked at the gun. Memories of my victims, not just from my alchemy, but this gun came up very clearly.
I had only ever used it to kill a close opponent, but I distinctly remembered the child who I had made an orphan. I closed my eyes tightly, and a voice suddenly startled me to drop the gun next to my side.
"Sir...?", Riza's soft voice came from behind me. I turned slightly to face her. Her curious, and shocked eyes met mine and at that moment I made my decision. Slowly I picked up the gun and put the muzzle in my mouth. I started to press the trigger when she flew at me, knocking my head sideways and wrenching the gun out of hands and then proceeding to throw it in a corner of my room.
I literally must have been roaring drunk, because I threw her off the bed and into the wall near my desk.
RIZA POV
I was worried about Roy, he seemed so close to the edge, and I just knew that he was going to do something stupid. Either get drunk and passing out, or something equally idiotic. That was probably the reason was I was standing here, at 1:00 in the morning at his door. I wondered if I was making a mistake, but even if he did come to the door yelling at me, my mission would be complete.
I knocked on his door, but nothing. Trying again, he still didn't answer. Now I had some options. Do I kick down the door or…or open it. The handle turned, and slowly opened. That worried me. Was he too drunk to remember to lock his door? Slowly, I walked in and saw a light coming from the bedroom. The door was slightly ajar and so I peered in.
He was sitting on his bed, obviously drunk because of the swaying, looking at a gun. He had halfway unbuttoned his shirt and was shaking. Quietly, I walked in. He still seemed to not notice my presence so I said, "Sir…?" He turned to face me and met my eyes with a sad, desperate and slightly crazed look in his eyes. It made my heart stop that he was in so much pain, though getting drunk made me want to slap him.
Without changing his expression, he lifted the gun up to his mouth, but before he could pull the trigger, I threw myself at him. In a drunken state, he threw me against the wall, my head banging against his desk. Slightly dazed, I prepared myself for another attack, but when I tried looking up all I saw was red. Oh, there was blood dripping from my head.
"Oh no! Ri-Riza! I-I'm so sorry…" Roy tried to say, his words blurring up into a jumbled up mess. He tried to help me up, but I ended up helping him balance himself, then headed to the bathroom. After wiping away the blood, the cut looked very small. Meeting his eyes through the mirror, I blushed. "I'm sorry sir…I just couldn't let you…I mean…" I stopped. Lowering my eyes, I tried to move out of the bathroom but Roy caught me.
Gently, he pressed his lips against mine. It was an unimaginable feeling, one I had secretly longed for. His lips, so warm were moving against mine. His arm snaked across my waist, pushing me closer and he whimpered. It was a very pitiful sound, and he sounded so alone. I pulled back to look at him, and he pressed his lips back to mine two more times. When he was done, he seemed to sag into my arms and I stroked his hair.
I kissed him on the cheek and then on his lips and he brought his hands through my hair. I hated to do it but it was late. "Roy…Roy wait." I said breathless as he caught my lips again. I pulled back, "Roy, it's late. You need some sleep. I need some sleep." I said gently, caressing his cheek. He didn't respond but made a move towards the bed. "Wait, do you have anything I could change into?" He looked at me unfocused but curious.
"I am not sleeping in my military outfit." I said, as he lurched towards the dresser. Attempting to give me a shirt, he passed out on the bed. I bit my lip in attempt to not smile, and changed. I inhaled the fabric, and was greeted with a sweet scent. Making Roy more comfortable, I climbed in next to him and fell asleep.
Ok, so I think the next chapter might have some fluff in it. Maybe, it depends and I don't think I will get it up as fast as I did this chapter. Just one more chapter till it is done. Comment!!!