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Maes wasn't moving.
And Riza was steadily growing concerned.
Is he even breathing?
She'd watched his face freeze as soon as those words had come from her mouth.
In that moment, she had felt a huge weight lift from her shoulders.
I don't think I've ever been bold enough to admit it out loud, she though to herself as she warily watched Maes.
She'd been expecting this reaction.
However, she hadn't expected her long-time friend to stop breathing altogether.
"Maes!" she said sharply, as his face began to turn an alarming shade of red.
He inhaled, and Riza sighed as his face returned to its normal hue.
His breathing was shallow, as he continued to gaze at her.
His blank stare was slightly creeping her out, as she waved a hand in front of his face.
"Umm, hello? Anyone there?" He dropped down on the grassy floor, slumping into the tree. He took off his glasses, covering his entire face with his hand.
"What do you mean it was Roy?" he asked through clenched teeth.
It's not true. It's not true. It can't be true!
Roy would do that. Roy would not do that Riza. Not in Ishval. He wouldn't do that. My best friend would do that to his girl. He wouldn't just do that to her.
He treated her like nothing.
"Maes, are you okay?"
"He wouldn't do that. He could not have do that to you." He sounded like he was trying to convince himself more than anything else.
"My best friend, the man you love, cannot have done that with you, and then act it like it was nothing! He would not do that to you and throw you away like some girl! He couldn't do that to you! Tell me he didn't!" He pleaded, tearing up.
Riza hugged him, letting him plead in denial.
"How hard was it, living with that?" He asked her once he'd finally calmed down.
She smiled.
"At the time, like I told you, it hadn't meant anything. To this day, it still really doesn't. I mean, yeah, we were drunk, and I wouldn't willingly fall into bed with just anyone. But we were drunk as fuck, and we were still coming down from the high of being sent home. He doesn't even remember, that's how intoxicated he was. It was a stupid one-night thing that might still remain a one-night thing-"
"One-night thing? I'm sure Roy is going to, ah... change that," Maes was embarrassed, and Riza could tell.
"Maybe. Maybe not. He might not forgive me when he realizes what I've kept from him. He had every right to know, but I didn't tell him." She sighed. "How do I tell him, Maes? What do I say? He was so angry with me, and I hate seeing him like that."
Maes sighed.
"He was just jealous, Riza. That's how any man would have reacted, reasonable or not."
Riza ran her fingers through her hair.
She inhaled deeply, Roy's shampoo calming her down.
"He'll hate me," she said in a broken voice. "He'll hate me, and I'll have to leave, because I can't live seeing him everyday without breaking."
"You're being ridiculous. And pretty stupid too. Riza, c'mon. I though you were smarter than that. He loves you. And Roy of all people shouldn't have a problem of your past sex life. He had a track record of his own you know. Even though he paid off most women to fuel his reputation-"
"I'm sorry, what was that?"
Maes backtracked quickly, knowing that subject was one Roy should open up on his own.
"Nothing, nothing. Just ask Roy."
Riza eyed him suspiciously.
"What about the fraternization laws? What happens then?" She asked all of a sudden. Maes' spirits dimmed; that subject had been one everyone had been tiptoeing around recently.
"Me and Roy? Can we do this? Rebecca and Havoc? I know you see it. They could very well be the newest happy couple by the time this is over."
He rubbed his chin.
"I don't know yet. But we'll figure it out. I promise I'll do whatever I can," he said solemnly.
An idea was dawning on her, as she considered the worst possible outcomes.
She knew of a certain someone who would be more than happy to help her. Someone with a cross-dressing habbit.
Now that I think about it, I haven't asked for a birthday present in a few years...
Roy woke to Havoc poking at one of the many heaps of clothes that were strewn across the floor.
Roy stumbled out of bed, accidentally knocking Havoc over.
"What the- Roy! You're awake!" Buddy, how's your head?" Havoc asked, looking up at the officer currently resting on top of him.
Roy suddenly blinked, noticing the intense headache he had.
The smoke drifting up from Havoc's cigarette wasn't helping either.
"Oww... damn, what happened to my head?" He asked, taking on a whiny tone.
"I hit you. You wouldn't shut up about Riza."
Roy ran to the door, which happened to be blocked by Breda.
"Riza? Where is she? Oh God, I have to find her! Where is she?" Breda put a hand over his mouth before Roy exhausted himself again.
Breda removed his hand from his lips when Roy's tongue touched his fingers.
"Dude! Gross!"
He shook off his hand.
"Yeah. She's with Maes. She was hiding out in your freaking massive backyard."
Roy slapped his forehead.
"I knew I forgot to check somewhere!"
Havoc rolled his eyes. Of course that was what he said first.
"So, where is she now?"
"In your kitchen. Talking. With Maes." Havoc thought for a moment, before adding: "Oh, she did make a phone call earlier..." He trailed off, trying to recall if she had mentioned whom she'd been speaking with.
No such luck.
"Not sure who she called through."
Roy didn't think much of this.
Breda stepped aside, knowing that Roy was calm enough to handle seeing her.
Roy ran past him, uttering a grateful "Thank you" as he dashed out the door. Breda smiled and Havoc used two fingers to take his cigarette from his mouth.
"Oh, he is so whipped."
Riza smiled as she began sifting through the photographs that had finally been delivered.
Maria sauntered up to her from behind, tapping her shoulder.
"You okay? Need me to kick Romeo's ass for you?" Rebecca asked, jabbing a manicured finger at a picture of him.
Riza shook her head, flipping to the next photo.
"Nah, it's okay. He wasn't out of line or anything. I'm not upset," Riza answered.
Rebecca blinked, and spun Riza around to face her.
The kitchen chair swiveled, almost throwing the famous sniper out of her seat.
"What?" Riza asked her, holding a hand over her racing heart. "You trying to give me a heart attack?"
Rebecca had quite progressed that far in their conversation yet.
"He wasn't out of line?" Rebecca echoed, dumbfounded. "Riza! He called you a slut! To your face! With the whole team watching!" She waved her arms around wildly for emphasis.
"You're possibly the most stubborn person I know, especially with that man. But when it comes down to 'who's at fault,' you have absolutely no backbone! What is wrong with you?" She cried, throwing her hands out in front of her.
"That's what I said," came and amused voice from behind her. Rebecca spun, finding a very smug Maes.
"Finally, someone who's actually sane!" Rebecca exclaimed, giving Maes a hug.
In the spit second where her back was towards Riza, and Maes' mouth was concealed by her hair, Rebecca took the opportunity.
"So who was it? Is Riza okay?" Rebecca whispered.
Pulling back, Rebecca smiled.
"See! He agrees with me too!"
Riza looked at her friend suspiciously.
She seemed a bit too cheerful.
"Riza, can I talk to you?"
And there stood Romeo himself.
"Oh! I forgot! I left my uh- my underwear in the guest bathroom! Maes, come with me!" She didn't wait for an answer.
Rebecca began walking towards the door, dragging Maes along.
Once out of her line of sight, she began the interrogation.
"Spill. Now."
Riza couldn't look into Roy's eyes.
I thought I was ready for this!
She didn't want to see the hurt she had caused in his eyes. The sadness, the anger.
However when he tipped her chin up, she didn't see any of those things.
He was remorseful, but obviously happy to see her.
His eyes lit up like those of a gleeful child.
"I'm sorry," he began. "I din't mean it. I swear, I didn't mean it. Riza. I'm sorry. I didn't-"
"It's okay," she said softly. "You had every right to say those things. I shouldn't have been so angry."
He gave her an incredulous look.
"Are you kidding me? Riza, I was a jerk! Don't just sit there and take it! I was wrong, and I was a complete and utter asshole!" He protested.
"I should have told you."
"But it wasn't any of my business! I was a jackass about it too!"
"Roy, all those years ago-"
"Stop it. I don't need you to tell me just because I asked. Maybe you can tell me when you're ready, but you shouldn't have to talk about things until you're ready."
"Let me finish. It was-"
"Riza, I don't need you to tell me. I was pushy, and I-"
"It was you!" She burst out, suddenly wishing she'd eased into that a little better.
He shook his head.
"I'm sorry, what? I wasn't listening," Roy said, at least having the decency to look sorry.
"You."
"Yes, what? What about me? I'm a jackass? Moron? Terrible boyfriend? Awful person overall? You can say whatever you want Riza. You deserve this."
"I LOST MY VIRGINITY TO YOU!" Riza yelled out, fed up with his rambling.
She was panting from the effort that had gone into forcing out those six words.
Roy was staring at her like she'd just sprouted a third eye.
"Excuse me?" He spluttered, knowing there was no way in hell that Riza had just said-
"Yeah. You. Happy now?" Riza said, ashamed, as she flopped onto his couch.
"I didn't tell you because I knew you'd never forgive me. I'm sorry." She sniffled, still not looking up to face him.
"But for what it's worth, I loved being your girlfriend."
"But you.. you said that it was the last night of Ishval..."
His brows furrowed as he tried to solve the puzzle now that all the pieces were laid out in front of him.
"And I woke up in your tent with a massive hangover the next morning..." His eyes widened in horror.
"And you said you had a pounding headache too!"
Riza nodded.
He had it all figured out now.
"Please, Riza, tell me I didn't do that to you!'
Riza looked confused now.
Was he... apologizing?
"Riza! Answer me! Did I..."
He swallowed roughly.
"Take advantage?"
Is he really? No, he's not...
Roy was on his knees, holing her hands as he cried, trying to resist the urge to throw up.
I could have done that to Riza. I mean she was amazing even then but I wouldn't-
"Roy, babe, please stay with me. Wha- are you crying? What's wrong? Roy?"
Roy's brain was straining itself as he tried to recall every detail from that day.
His thoughts were whizzing around in his mind, banging at the inside of his skull.
Blurry images came back from that night, fuzzy recollections and odd sounds and smells.
Roy had been wearing his favorite boots.
Well, favorite out of two, anyway.
The black boots he wore were fitted to his feet, after the many times they'd been used.
Riza wore a relaxed smile, as she downed the rest of her drink.
Of course she'd be a happy drunk.
She'd gotten drunk long before he had, but not overly, I-can't-walk-on-my-own drunk.
She'd retreated to her tent, saying she was going to go to bed.
And then after several beers later, Roy's vision had gone out of focus, and his feet were a blur beneath him.
And then the rest was a mystery.
Well, not anymore.
"Look, Roy, I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I know you might not ever want to see me again, and I understand that. But please, what's wrong?" Riza asked, hating how helpless she felt.
Roy couldn't concentrate.
He couldn't feel Riza's hands on his fcae, or the hot tears tracking down his cheeks.
But he could feel the guilt, swallowing him up.
I did it. I did that to Riza. My Riza. I yelled at her, for something I did.
"I'm sorry," he sobbed. She pulled him to her, tracing his jawline.
"Roy, what on earth are you going on about?"
"I'm sorry for what I did. For that night. I shouldn't have..." Roy kept apologizing, sniffling every so often.
Sadness grew inside her.
I knew he'd regret doing that with someone like me.
"I know. I get it. I mean, I'm not exactly like other girls, and I know you wouldn't ever want to do that with me so I-"
"That's why you think I'm upset?" Roy asked, suddenly very, very angry. "That's why you think I'm crying?"
He was honestly wondering how someone so wonderful could be so oblivious.
Riza happened to be thinking the same thing.
"You heard me earlier, right? When I turned into a blubbering mess, trying to explain myself to Havoc? Why on earth would I lie?" He asked, recalling the awkward moment when he'd confessed that he wouldn't mind, err... 'sleeping' with Riza.
"Then what the hell are you so upset about?" Riza asked, her nose scrunching up, adorably.
"I did, uh- that to you, and I can't even remember it ever happening! What kind of sick bastard does that? Besides me, anyway. I mean, Riza, why haven't you shot me yet?"
Riza pulled back to laugh, the corners of her lips turning up into a smile.
"Because, silly, it didn't mean anything! I mean, if it was going to be anyone, I'm glad it was you. You shouldn't be upset that you don't remember. The only reason I know about it is because I woke up next to you. Well, more like under you, but that's not really important. I was drunk, so were you, and it just happened."
Under me...? Roy thought to himself, trying to comprehend the idea of him falling asleep on top of Riza.
He winced, slightly embarrassed at the notion.
"I promise, I'll make it up to you," he swore.
And then he leaned in, and crashed his lip to hers.
Her lips were a lot softer than he remembered.
"I won't ever be good enough for you, but I promise I'll try to reach that goal."
Riza didn't bother responding to that, knowing nothing she could say would remove the silly notion from his head.
"So, we can still... be together?" She asked, throwing her arms around him again.
"Yeah, dummy," he answered, rolling his eyes.
He ruffled her hair, letting his hand rest on top of her head.
"I'm still sorry for doing that," he grumbled a minute later. She batted his chest, sticking her tongue out at him.
"You're a ridiculous man, you know that?" Riza said as she snuggled deeper into his chest.
"And you, are a very stubborn woman."
"Riza! Someone's called for you!" Maes bellowed a few days later. He held up the telephone as she came to a stop in front of him.
She winced, snatching the phone from his hands.
I swear, my eardrums are throbbing.
"Really? I got a phone call, so you immediately yell like your hair is on fire?" She scowled at him, grinning after to show that she was kidding.
And when she actually set her head ablaze, Maes was almost positive it was out of spite.
As he fled to the next room (presumably to get Roy) Riza smothered the flames, turning her attention to the phone.
"This is Lieutenant Hawkeye speaking, what's the issue?" She began, slipping easily into the tone she used in the office.
"Why, Rizzy, that's a very stiff way to greet your grandfather, isn't it?"
Riza sighed, leaning against the wall.
Her grandfather had already mentally exhausted her twice in the past two days.
The first story seemed to rile him up a bit, as he heard of the recent events regarding Riza's kidnappers. When he'd heard about the tattoo, both flame and life, it was clear that he was confident she could take care of herself.
The real chaos had come the next day.
She'd made the mistake of mentioning her blossoming relationship with Colonel Roy Mustang, The Flame Alchemist.
"I told you not to call me that," she said, pinching the bridge of her nose. Her migraine was returning from the night before.
"I knew it!" He had proudly proclaimed. "I knew that Mustang fellow was the one for you! Even when I offered to marry off my unnamed granddaughter to him, he refused. I knew he had a reason! And that was way back, before I was Fuhrer!"
"Excuse me?" Riza had chimed in, "You did what?"
He laughed somewhat nervously, knowing that he probably should've broken the news to her in a nicer way.
"Well, I wanted to see if he was really interested in you, so I gave him a little test."
"How did you even know about me and Roy?" She asked, wondering how many people had realized before she had.
"I heard some fellow, Hughes I believe his name was, talking about it in the restroom."
Figures.
"I'm sorry, darling, I just needed to see if he was worthy."
He sure didn't sound very sorry.
Best to let it go, rather than attempt to extract a straight answer from this man.
For now.
"Well, thank you for at least looking out for me."
"Alway, dear girl. Always."
And the dull ache at her temples had returned.
"Aww, but Rizzy," her Grandfather whined. "You don't like any of the other names that I've given you..."
Riza groaned, recalling some of the other names that he'd used to refer to her over the years.
"Disliking the nicknames 'Breezy Reezy' and "Lizzy Bear' are perfectly reasonable responses!" She hissed into the phone, having seen Breda rounding the corner.
"So," she said, as he walked safely out of hearing distance. "Why are you calling this time?"
"I just wanted to check up on my darling granddaughter," came his reply. Riza mentally cursed herself for picking up the damn phone.
"But... I did come across some evidence recently..."
"Tell. Now," Riza commanded in a scarily-serious voice.
Grumman, (seemingly) not at all intimidated (which might have been pretty good acting on his part) began to explain.
"The contact Lucy and Peter had, delivered a note to their old hideout this morning. Seems he hasn't realized they've been dead for almost a week now."
Riza wasn't at all sensitive towards the fact that both offenders were dead.
"He, or rather, 'the contact' didn't show any signs of noticing that there was anything different. I had a trusted officer retrieve the message and bring it to me. I could have it delivered to Mustang's place tomorrow, if you'd like."
"Yes, please," she responded gratefully. She had to be somewhat respected to her own grandfather...
"Oh, and Riza?" He added last minute, as she had started to put down the phone.
"Yes?"
"I expect to meet this man before the wedding, understand?"
"WOULD YOU QUIT IT?" Riza shouted, slamming the phone down on the receiver. (Imagine what Roy did every time Hughes called to tell him to get a wife.)
Riza held her agitated position, hearing the stifled laughter behind her.
When two strong arms entwined themselves around her waist, she knew for certain it was Roy.
"What was that all about?" He asked. She turned her head to the side, reading the mirth in his eyes.
"You're making fun of me," she complained, giving him a quick peck on the cheek.
"Well, Maes tattled on you for quote unquote 'scaring him,' so I decided to come check it out. And I must say, I was certainly not expecting this."
Riza kissed him full on the lips, pulling his head closer.
She hung off of his neck, nuzzling her nose with his.
"So, what did you actually do to Maes?" Roy asked, his curiosity peaking. Riza shrugged nonchalantly.
"Eh, I set my head on fire."
Roy gave her an appraising look, trying to tell how serious she was.
When she didn't announce it as a joke, he whistled in disbelief.
"Wow. I thought for sure that you were kidding."
Riza shook her head.
"So, feel like telling me what that phone call was about?" Roy asked hopefully.
"Nope. Not a chance."
"Aww, c'mon Riza…"
"Nope."
"Not even who you were talking to?
"Sorry, but no."
"Please?"
"Nuh uh."
"Fine," He finished, giving her an exaggerated sullen look.
"Maybe I'll tell you. Someday," Riza added.
When my nutball of a grandfather demands to see you, I'll tell you then.
"Hey Roy, something's up with your bathroom. Something in there smells god awful," Rebecca said as her nose wrinkled, remembering the stench.
"Yo Maes, c'mon, help me find what's causing the smell."
Arriving at the bathroom, Roy and Maes knew exactly what she was talking about.
"Jeez, what is that?" Maes said as he grimaced.
Roy made a face, heading over to the garbage bin.
He stepped on the pedal at the bottom, pushing the top open.
"What the heck is this?" He asked, holding up a bloody rag.
"Beats me," Maes answered, feeling as bewildered as Roy looked.
What the hell is going on?
Ding Dong
The doorbell's chime echoed through the house, putting everyone on high alert.
"I didn't know someone was coming to visit today," Maria said cautiously. "Wouldn't they have called first?"
Warily, Maes put down the box containing the sorted letters.
"I'll get it!" Riza declared from the other side of the house. "Gimme a sec!"
"It's okay! I got it!" Havoc hollered back, guns drawn.
Riza sprinted down the stairs, going down three at a time.
I can't let them open the door. No, you idiots! Don't do it!
Too late. Havoc swung the door open, whipping his two handguns right into... the face of the Fuhrer.
Each centered right under an eye.
Both guns dropped to the floor.
"Wha… What are you doing-" Havoc snapped into a rigid salute, shaking in his boots.
Poor fellow looks like he's sweating bullets. The Fuhrer noted with some concern.
"Sonny, are you alright?" The older man picked up the two fallen weapons, and handed them over to the wide-eyed officer.
"I think you dropped these," he said in a friendly tone, patting him on the back as he passed. "Wouldn't want those to go off by accident, now would we?"
As he moved past Havoc, whose hand was still frozen on the doorknob, Grumman took a second to wonder if all of Riza's friends would react like that.
"Hey Jean, who was at the- Oh, it's-" Maes' strangled voice came from the kitchen.
""Fuhrer, sir!" Came his salute.
The whole house seemed to come to a standstill.
"Did he say Fuhrer?!" Rebecca hissed question floated through the air.
And Riza suddenly decided it was a good time to fall down the second set of stairs.
Well, more like fate decided to screw with her day.
"Aww shit!" She cursed.
Her foot missed a step as she climbed down the stairs, totally throwing her off balance.
Even the crash wasn't enough to snap Roy out of his trance.
The Fuhrer was seated at a barstool in his kitchen.
Drinking a glass of milk.
In his house.
The Fuhrer!
I mean, sure, we used to play a game of chess every so often, but that was in the office! Back when he wasn't the leader of the military!
"At ease," said the older man said, raising a hand. "I apologize for dropping in so suddenly. I had another officer inform Lt. Hawkeye evidence would be delivered today over the phone. Though I'm not sure if they mentioned who exactly would be showing up here. Well, ta-da!" He cried, throwing his hands up.
I'd better be careful to not say things I shouldn't. Rizzy might kill me.
Good thing Grumman had decided to alter the story. Riza wasn't quite in the mood for committing high treason.
And she would've done it too, He though nervously.
The Fuhrer downed the rest of his milk in one gulp, and stood from his perch on the high chair. The cup made a strange noise as it clinked down on the marble top. All officers stood at attention now, circling the higher-ranked man.
When seeing his expectant look, all arms were anxiously returned at there sides.
Rebecca, feeling the need to do something, anything really, grabbed his empty glass and began to wash it in the sink.
"Umm, sir, if you don't mind my asking, why did you feel the need to drop this evidence off in person? Have you not fully considered the risks of coming into the public eye?" Maria asked, her concern slowly increasing.
Grumman made a somewhat dismissive gesture.
"Nonsense. I'd hardly call this private piece of land 'public,' my dear. This whole area is owned by this fellow over here," he explained, slapping Roy on the back.
"But other than that, I'd say that it was partly because of the sensitive nature of this right here." He pulled a simple envelope, out of his jacket.
"This right here, as explained to your Lieutenant, was delivered by a the regular contact. Lacey and Peter had regular visits from some man, older than the age of 40 at least. We have not yet opened the letter yet, seeing as that privilege rightfully belongs to you folks."
Roy glanced down at the envelope being offered to him. He took it, reading the print on the front.
"To my dearest," he read aloud, lips pursing in confusion. "What the hell?" Maes nudged him with his elbow.
"Go on, open it," he prodded. "Riza, I mean, Lt. Hawkeye," he hastily corrected, remembering that there was someone else in the room, "Wouldn't mind if you opened it. You are her superior, after all."
You're her damn boyfriend, idiot. She doesn't care! Was what his eyes were saying, urgently.
"Call her whatever you want. The relationship you have outside of the office has no importance as of now."
Well, okay then.
Roy hesitated, before slitting the sealed opening with his pinky finger. (And might I say, he did a rather messy job.)
"My dearest,
I got your message.
So, you captured the girl.
Perfect. I must say, I am impressed.
I'll meet you in the cemetery, as we discussed at Christmas.
Bring the finished array.
Hopefully, this will be our last, and most successful attempt,
Daddy."
Roy's face twisted into a strange expression.
Disbelief, confusion, incomprehension, and a little bit of irritation.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"And what array?"
Grumman choked.
"Ask Riza," he advised them. "Of all people, she would know the most about alchemy arrays."
Blink.
Drop.
And a piece of paper fluttered to the ground.
"What? Pftt… Riza? What on earth would Riza know about arrays? If anyone, it's be Roy, see, 'cause he's the Flame Alchemist. I mean, Riza? What…?" Maes trailed off, his rambling showing his desperation at keeping the secret.
"It's alright," he assured them. "I was recently informed of the unique 'gift' that Lt. Hawkeye carries. Needless to say, I have told no one else of this."
Well, this was an interesting development.
"Speaking of Riza, where on earth is she? She was coming to answer the door, but I beat her to it…" Havoc wondered aloud.
"So, what do you make of the other array? I still can't believe you let her do that to herself."
Grumman quickly backtracked, seeing their expressions and realizing the truth.
She hasn't told them yet.
"What second array?"
AWW, Rizzy would be furious if I told them!
"Sorry, gotta jet. Nice, meeting you all. Hope to see you again soon!" And with a cheery (and somehow utterly terrifying) grin, he calmly walked out, making it clear he was not to be followed.
"But wait, sir-"
"Tut tut. Sorry, I bid you farewell!'
And the door slammed shut behind him.
"What second array?" Maes cried, throwing his arms up. "What the hell is going on?!"
"If you would all calm down, I could tell you," came a smooth reply from behind them.
Riza was rubbing her sore leg, the result of tumbling down the stairs.
"I'm sorry," she solemnly apologized.
"I'm afraid I've been keeping quite a few secrets from you all."
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