Scar

It was midnight and the diamonds painted on the black canvas high above were twinkling their shine. She came into his room that night to return his heavy military coat he had lent her the chilly day before because she had forgotten hers.

One knock

Two knocks

No answer. Should I go in? She mused as she listened to the silence at the other side of the door. Maybe he was taking a shower. If he was, he surely won't notice if she sneaked in quickly and placed the cloak on the hotel bed. Should I?

A strong sense of something urged her into the room. She didn't know what the feeling was but she followed it. 'The first thing you should do when you're out in the battlefield is to follow your instincts' her artillery teacher taught her a long ways back. Well, she guessed it wouldn't hurt to apply it in this situation too.

Slowly but surely, she opened her superior's door which to her surprise, was unlocked. Then, she quietly slipped in and cautiously found her way to the bed. The room was dark and still. That's when her instincts kicked in again. Someone was in the room.

Roy?

She scanned around in the dark and saw no one but an open glass door that led to the balcony. She cautiously stepped towards it and as her eyes gradually became accustomed to the dark, she saw a faint silhouette behind the translucent white curtains. The silhouette, which indeed belonged to her superior, turned around as he too, sensed the intruder. But as he saw that it was only his comrade, he slumped his shoulders back down in a relaxed posture, and continued to gaze aimlessly into the night view.

She wondered why he didn't say anything but hesitantly went closer to him. As she drew closer, she noticed the colonel was shirtless revealing a well developed physique. However, it wasn't the toned body that caught her attention, it was his scars.

Slashes, cuts, gashes, you name it. It was all on his back. Without realizing her own actions, she suddenly found herself slowly tracing the marks of bloodshed. He tensed up at the beginning when her touch met the sensitive scars on his skin but then slowly relaxed and even felt at peace afterwards.

So many scars…She thought with a pained frown. And there she was thinking she knew what war was really like. Compared to him, she knew nothing.

"Sir-"

"Don't worry about it." He cut her off and turned around to face her. His face was tired and lifeless. "It's getting late, you should get some sleep."

Her frown deepened and a flush of frustration rushed in. Was he scared about talking about the past? Was he scared of pain? Even though it was dark, she could see the clear past-wounds on his chest. He would always refuse to talk about his experiences in war and would always change the subject whenever she brought it up.

"You don't need to hide it..." She said softly and touched the longest scar on his chest.

He grinned at the statement, catching her off-guard, and before either of them could do anything about it; he pulled her into a hug. "I know." He whispered in her ears. "That's why I can never let you go because I need someone to listen when I'm ready to talk about it."

She was shocked by his actions and words but didn't resist as Roy pulled her in to a chaste passionate kiss. Their first kiss. They broke apart a minute later and stood there in the midnight in each other's arms, soaking into each other's wordless feelings. They didn't need to say anything to know what the opposite was thinking. Riza sighed inaudibly in content and decided that a little more patience wouldn't do any harm.

"...I'll be forever loyal, Roy." She murmured and rested her head on his chest that was covered with scars.

"I know."

Fin

Yup hehe. I'm back! And as you can see, I took off my other fma fic 'Just Friends' due to some complications. Anyways, this was a little bit of change in writing for me but I hope it's alright. Ciao for now. Hope you enjoyed it! And while you're at it, leave a review. Pretty please:D