Shouldn't be Love Chapter 5, a fullmetal alchemist fanfic

Disclaimer: I do not own FMA

Disclaimer: I do not own FMA.

Notes: This chapter may be a little confusing, if you don't understand something please ask.

This is a warning, there is some sick and disgusting things in this chapter and if you don't like it then please do not review saying that it was messed up, I have warned you. Also please remember that the two boys are INSANE.

Shouldn't be Love chapter 5

Not once in all her life had she been so scared but it wasn't just her. Parents, family and friends were all hugging each other, every one of them letting off waves of fear, all begging and crying and hoping that tonight wouldn't be their last night.

Riza could almost hear their thoughts about how sorry they were for even the smallest thing, each whispering in their minds how much they love their friends and family.

She was sitting in her seat gripping the sides her own tears falling down her sickly pale skin and onto her bloodily shirt, her golden eyes wide with her own mind crushing fear as the train carriage slowed to a stop.

Her body shaking as she looked at the man next to her, Jon, how she had hated him most of her life, now it seemed so childish. His dark eyes opened and his chest still bleeding as was his other wounds and all because of this crazy man waving a gun around and scaring people.

Riza looked across the carriage and saw a young child around the age of eight who was screaming and holding onto his mother.

Something snapped causing her fear to become anger, never had Riza felt such power flow through her body as she stood and jumped at the man.

Two whole weeks had flown past and Roy watched as his Riza and the evil brat grow closer faster than he thought they would, or could. In fact he thought Riza would shun every one of his advances, but instead she was welcoming them. Lunch for them would go from one hour into two; his onyx eyes watched his student smile at Archer.

It killed him to see her smile, though he couldn't understand why, when she smiled at him her eyes would glitter and once when she had smiled at him he thought his heart would burst.

He had found out that he had left his party early, drunk and alone, and after asking a few trusted people he discovered that he got into a fight with a young tall and very good looking man… their words not his.

His heart stopped when he had watched the video.

Roy was drunk and staggering down the street, it was dark and there was only four people around, someone was walking towards him in a black suede jacket and dark blue jeans.

Just as he was passing by the unknown person Roy staggered into him and knocked the man down.

Even though no one could see the person's face Roy knew who it was and his heart was now beating with a sad joy, he had beaten his student's soon-to-be husband.

And he enjoyed it.

Roy was shouting silently as he shook the man before landing a punch and smashing him into the ground. A fist shot its way into Roy's body.

The rest of the video was Roy and Jon just hitting each other before red and blue lights was seen flashing down the street, each taking off in different ways.

He had to tell her, he knew that much. But in truth Roy was scared of how she would react.

A sad little whimper was heard near the kitchen floor, looking down Roy saw the large 'cockroach' that had come to live in his house.

He had warmed up to the dog that seemed to follow Riza every where and the best thing about the black and white pup was that whenever Archer was around he would growl.

It pleased Roy to know that he wasn't the only one who hated the evil brat.

"Are you hungry dog?" he asked, his voice coming out in a rumble, it was 6am and Riza was already up and gone, a small bark was given.

Giving a small grumble as he walked towards the cupboard and got out some dog food, reading the label he asked the pup, "What do you think of 'Mince chicken'?"

An eager bark was given as Roy picked up the food bowl and opened the can.

Placing the bowl down for the pup, who Riza had named but Roy just liked calling him 'pup'.

Roy's hair still looked like 'bed hair' when his blonde head friend came to pick him up, but he had been sitting in the kitchen thinking about what Riza had the brat were planning, surely she couldn't really like him?

Riza sighed and ran her hand through her golden hair, 'How am I going to tell Mustang?' she asked herself as she walked through the almost empty streets towards the coffee shop she promised to meet Jon.

Entering the small shop she walked towards the table she and Jon had been sitting in the last few weeks.

Ordering a glass of milk she sat and waited for no more than 5 minutes before he walked into the shop.

Sitting across from her and her glass of milk he asked her, "Have you thought about it?"

Her eyes looked into the glass and she took in a breath, "I'm going to go home with you tomorrow."

She didn't look up but she swore she could almost feel him smile and it made her feel a little uneasy but she knew she had to speak to her father.

"It's going to be her birthday next month her birthday what are you going to do" Havoc said looking at the empty desk that a little blonde hair ball buster usually sat at, now it seemed rather out of place with out her there glaring at them.

Roy said nothing and continued with his paperwork, "I'm going to do nothing, Riza is old enough to do what ever she wants and I'm not her boyfriend so I can't tell her what to do." He hissed angrily.

Jean raised an eyebrow at the word 'boyfriend' but refused to say anything… he'd talk this over with the boys during break time.

Roy sighed and put down his pen, "I need to tell you something Havoc and this is something you can not tell anyone," his dark eyes pierced into Jean's and he couldn't help but sweat a little. "I think I have some feeling towards my Riza.

When I see her I feel as though someone has shocked me with 100,000 volts and my blood burns." He smacked his head onto his desk and waited to see if Havoc spoke, when he didn't he continued.

"When I heard the brat was in town to see her, and after what he did, I wanted nothing more than to burn his boney ass to a crumbling crisp," Roy hand became a fist as he spoke of Jon. Roy's left eye twitched and he went into a rant, "That kid is going to take her away and they're going to get married and have babies, two boys named Kane and Josh and a little baby girl called Belle… DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU HAVE TO DO IN ORDER TO HAVE BABIES HAVOC?" he yelled and slammed his fist onto his table in a fit of anger scaring Havoc.

Roy's teeth were clenched and he breathed in puffs of air while his eyes were wild with anger.

After 3 minutes of silence Roy looked up at Havoc, "What do you think?" Jean looked at his oldest friend and answered him with something that Roy didn't expect.

"How long have you been thinking of her as your Riza?" his smoking cigarette between his fingers as he watched Roy's mouth move up and down completely speechless, he wouldn't admit it out loud but he found it rather amusing.

'Have I really been thinking of Riza like that?' his eyes widen as he remember that he had been thinking of her as his, 'What does this mean?'

"Also," Havoc spoke breaking Roy out of his scary thoughts, "You said that you weren't her boyfriend and I believe that there was a little bit of jealously in your angry tone." His voice was smug and he only just missed the coffee cup that flew past his head as he ran out the room.

Opening the door just a little he stuck his blonde head in and told Roy what he thought in a very serious tone, "I think you have deep feeling for our little blondey."

Another cup flew towards the door and shattered into a million pieces.

Sitting back into his chair Roy's mind was racing.

'Could I really… I couldn't, I couldn't like her more than a ward… right?'

He let out a groan and buried his head into his hands.

He hated paperwork.

Zach walked down the crowded weaving his way through the masses like an art; he was heading to meet his dear cousin, Jon Archer.

He headed up to a his fathers club, in the day it looked like a run down gym… but with much better taste, and entered around the back where the help enter.

The second he walked through the large black door he knew his cousin was already there, it was always like that, they could find each other without seeing them.

Not bothering to say anything he shrugged up his thin brown over coat, he didn't really like brown but he figured it went well with his 'street' jeans.

"Not going to say even a small 'hello' cousin?" a cold but amused voice broke through the silence.

Walking behind the closed bar Zach gave a chuckle, "I would have if it would have been wasted on you." They both laughed.

On the outside you couldn't see much of the other in either of them.

Zach had dark blonde hair and his skin was pale, but a healthy pale, he had a street urban fashion wardrobe. He stood at about 5"9.

Jon on the other hand has blonde hair and likes to look professional, he has slightly tanned skin and he gives off a 'warning' feeling to those around him.

The only thing that is even slightly similar about the two young men was that they both had brown eyes, though Jon's light dark brown and Zach's is light brown.

But when alone together they act in their true forms, the human devils as Zach's mother once said as a joke but it stuck and that's just what they are.

Zach's mother died when he was 14 the police report has suicide as the cause of death but people thought it was strange that the woman who was always smiling and happy would kill herself.

Only the 'human devils' know the truth behind the death of Darling Baker.

They spoke about everything and gave as much information as they felt the other needed to know.

"So how is your pretty wife-to-be?" Zach asked slyly.

A dark, and rather scary, smirk crossed Jon's pale pink lips, "I'm going to be one of the richest men in the world." He whispered.

The money, all 23 million of it will be Jon's, "Are you still in on it?" Jon asked his cousin.

A smirk, which seemed out of place on the normally warm face of Zach, was cold blooded.

"Miss out on paying a visit to my dear Uncle?" he asked in mockingly amusement, "Never. But what about Riza?" he asked curiously.

Taking a sip of his drink Jon answered, "I'm keeping her, though we have to stage something. I don't want anyone to know she's alive after the 'accident', ok?"

"And the money?" Zach asked.

"3 million fair enough to you? After all you get a fair amount in my fathers will as well." Their eyes met and Zach knew that Jon wasn't going to give him any money but he agreed anyway.

Jon raised his glass, "To money," he cried out.

"To rich old men with too much money," cried out Zach.

A glint made its way into Jon's eyes, "To Riza my soon-to-be-wife, without her it we wouldn't be able to this."

"To Riza," their glasses tapped each other and they down their drinks.

'I'm going to kill him,'

"Sir, I'm leaving tomorrow to speak to my father. I'll be back in a week; I'm going with Arch... Jon." 'Damn it I nearly called him Archer again,' Riza thought as she looked into the mirror.

She was going to tell Mustang as soon as he got home, and yet she was dreading it. Her heart was beating so loud it was bruising the skin above her heart.

She felt pain from just practicing that she didn't want to tell the real Mustang.

She sighed and lowered her hand into her hands.

"Get a hold of your self Riza," she whispered to herself.

Roy scratched the back of his head, "I like you… I like you like you and it's very hard for me to accept that because you're younger and in my care. But I mean it, I really like you." He stopped and looked up at Havoc, who was trying hard not to laugh.

"Thank you Roy but, uh, you see you're not my type." He said and gave a deep chuckle.

Roy blushed and narrowed his eyes at his friend, "Shut up Havoc, this is hard enough without you playing games."

He sighed, "How am I going to do it?"

Havoc's hand came down on his friends shoulder, "You'll do fine, if she likes you then she likes you and if she doesn't then she shouldn't have you." He said it with a clear and serious voice.

This was why the two were friends, in fact the two have been friends since they met in military school and they had every class together. They didn't really talk to each other until they were made partners on a survival mission.

Havoc saved his life.

He smiled, "Thanks Jean."

Riza had a weeks worth of clothes packed away and ready for tomorrow in a dark midnight blue bag.

She had her diary out:

So many things have happened in a week and I don't know what to do.

Does that make me weak?

I don't really want to leave but I don't there is a way around this; I really need to speak to my father, what if what Jon said was a lie?

I still don't know if I should trust him, I figured I'd find out what's going first, and then deicide. What if something happens like last time? I don't think I'd be able to look at myself.

If he thinks I'm on his side what does that mean? Does he trust me like I'm meant to trust him?

God only knows.

Tonight when Mustang comes home I'll tell him, I'll say, 'Sir I'm leaving for a week but I'll be back soon.'

I hope I'll be back soon.

Riza.

She put down her pen and looked over the paper, there wasn't much there but it states more than it should.

Placing it back into the draw she shut it tight.

'I'm going to be away from Mustang for a week,' for some strange reason the thought tore at her chest. She had grown fond of him, in more ways then one.

More then she had before the night she had made that silly move on him.

She laughs, it's a dry laugh, 'I love a man who can never love me back.' She felt like crying but instead she pulled herself up from the chair and went to shower.

He was going to say it, he had to say it. He stepped into the dark kitchen and heard the cockroach barking.

The pup ran up to him, excited, jumping on his legs as Roy picked up the bowls and changed the water and food.

Riza normally changes her pup's food at night herself but she might have something on her mind. Roy wanted to know what. Riza never lacked in her duties but something had clearly gotten to her.

Maybe that brat had something to do with it.

He ran a hand through his black hair and gave a wary sigh, his work clothes smelt like gun powder. After his talk with Havoc he had gone to the shooting range and let off more then his share of rounds.

Taking out the dog food and pouring half of the mince into the little bowl that Riza had bought with his money, the smell was horrid looked gross.

Roy watched the little pup, that had gained a little weight to a point where it was healthy, and couldn't help but think of it as their pet. His and Riza's, he shook his head and scolded himself, he'll think about the future after he talks to her.

Even now he wasn't sure if it was lust or love or if he likes her just because he couldn't have her, he already knew what the others thought.

But he was 23 and she was only 17, she couldn't love him… right?

His head snapped up at the sounded of a closing door and seconds later a blonde haired beauty was standing in front of him.

"R-Riza," he had stuttered, 'damn it' he thought. He cleared his throat, "What is it Riza?" he asked, he looked her over. She had had a shower and changed into her PJ's, a pair of pale pink pants and a baggy blue singlet. There were still little water drops on her shoulders and falling from her face. Her damp hair was clinging to her forehead and back.

She really was beautiful.

"Sir," she whispered, "I'm going home for a week…" her golden eyes stared at him; he had started walking towards her.

Roy was slowly walking towards her, her heart had started beating even harder, her heart was already speedy, she had just told him, with her brave big girl face, that she would be leaving for a week and now he's coming towards her.

He was close to her, so close that she could smell the gun powder and the ink from the pens he used, his eyes scared her slightly. They were clouded over with something she couldn't understand and his face looked in between impassive and something that looked like need.

One rough hand came up to her soft damp cheek, her heart broke a rib, she wasn't sure what to feel, was he using her or did he really want her? His dark eyes swept over her blushed face and it was then that she thought, 'I don't care if I regret this in the morning,' she pushed her pale lips against his.

His hands on her lower back pushed her up closer to him.

Her hands working at his top.

His lips on her neck.

Her hands exploring his torso.

His hands pulling her top up.

And the rest just a blur of cries and moans and whispers of promises that was lost to them both in the moment they both wished for.

Bodies joined and a string connected the hearts of two young people who loved one another, and yet neither knew they other felt such for them.

Not hard not fast, slow and soft, something neither had known could be. And for once the world seemed to be without flaw and hate.

It was the first time Roy had understood what he was feeling for her.

It was the first time Riza had wanted to stay there in that moment, forever.

When she awoke her burry honey colored eyes opened to see a large bookcase.

'There's no bookcase that big in my room,' Riza thought sleepily.

She felt something warm and turned her head to see messy black hair and closed eyes seemingly buried into her back… her naked back.

Her eyes widen and suddenly she wasn't sleepy, at first she panicked, fear ran through her.

'Oh God what did I do?' She thought, but the second she tried to move she felt something holding her down.

His arm had wrapped itself around her naked waist and was holding her closely to him.

She relaxed. Thinking to the night's event she blushed.

Looking over at the grandfather clock she noticed the time was 5:47am, a sad look came over her face when she noticed that she had to leave to less than 15 minutes to get on the train.

Lifting his warm arm off of her and moving slowly away from his warm naked body, Riza got off the desk, remembering that they were both too impatient to get to the bedrooms. The study wasn't that far away from the kitchen, in fact it was just up the stairs and it was the first door.

She left the jacket Roy had covering them, it was on the back of the study room chair, picked up his top because she couldn't find hers.

Running silently to her room she changed fast into dark blue jeans and a purple top. Brushed her hair and grabbed her bags before she went to back door and ran to the bus station.

She forgot her diary.

It was only a 5 minute drive to the train station if you took the early bus, fewer cars on the road, and Riza got to the train station with 5 minutes to spare.

She felt bad about leaving Roy and looked in her wallet.

"What are you doing?" a deep voice broke through her guilt, Jon was standing beside her. "You know I thought you were going to be late." He said to her.

Riza took note that he didn't seem happy, "Sorry," she muttered, "I was trying to get out of the house."

She watched his face hoping that he'd buy her almost fake excuse, "Since there were servants that were there this morning." she lied then, it was so easy to lie to him but her heart ached when she would lie to Roy.

Jon nodded and smiled, "I understand." He scoffed, "Servants should know their place, though they aren't yours are they?" it was more a statement.

A wider smile crossed his face, "Shall we get our tickets, the train is going to get here any minute, the stupid people don't know what they're doing. Commoners."

"I'll be there in a moment, I just have to use the bathroom." A look of disgust overcame Jon's face.

"The bathrooms here are… you could get STD's Riza." She was shocked, yesterday when they talked he didn't speak like this, but she really shouldn't be surprised.

"I just need to wash my hands… because of the bus." She told him.

She knew he would agree he worked it out in his head like this:

Bus dirty commoners germs Riza on bus Riza with commoner germs not touchable.

He gave a stiff nod of the head and went over to buy the tickets with a "Don't take too long."

Waiting until he disappeared in the crowd Riza ran over to the phone box and put the money in.

It rang once, twice, three times before the answering machine came on.

'This is the Mustang love machine, if you wish to go for a ride press 1, if you want to feel my motor press two if you want to speak to Hawkeye and you're a guy go away and if you're calling me because I missed work then I'm really sick.'

She loved the sound of his voice and she couldn't help but giggle.

The beep sounded through the phone and she started to speak, "Sir, I'm sorry I'm not there but I told you last night that I'm going home for a week. I'll call you when I get there. I have to clear up a few things I've been told concerning my mother's will, nothing is right."

She paused.

"I-I have something to say… Roy Mustang I can't say this to your face just yet but I love-" the phone cut off.

Tears filled her eyes but she took a few deep breaths and wiped away to loose tears.

"Crying doesn't make anything better my litter princess." It was just a whisper but Riza heard it and whipped around. No one she knew was near her and no one was looking at her.

Her heart still beating hard had slowed down, but not much. "Riza lets go." She turned to her side and saw Jon standing there, not right next to her but a few feet away.

'Could it have been him?" Riza wondered but she knew that it wasn't, it didn't sound anything like Jon or Roy and it sacred her a little. The voice had the sound of bloodlust dripping form the poisonous words that were spoken to her.

She must have thought she heard, because there was no way it was real. But why does she have this feeling that she was being watched?

A bright red caught her eye and she twisted around and her heart stopped for a moment and she blinked, there was nothing there. Confused beyond belief she swore she had seen brown eyes that were looking at her with that bloodlust she had heard in those words earlier.

But there was no one there.

"Riza," a sharp whisper from the man standing next to her, "What do you think you're doing?" he whispered.

"I-I thought I saw someone." She was alert than ever before. Fear and confusion ran through her veins almost like her heart pumped it out with every beat.

She hoped no one noticed she was shaking.

Jon looked at her strangely and then looked around, "Well I don't see anyone I know so lets go." He grabbed her arm with a force that made her cringe.

They sat on the train and Riza looked around, another flash of red in the corner of her eye made her snap her neck towards that spot, nothing was there but she knew she was being watched. Jon was sitting silently with his hand gripping her arm; she knew it was going to leave an imprint later.

"Mummy, I can't wait to see Dad," there was a cute little child with sandy red hair and hazel eyes that talked to his mother about what he was going to say to his father. "Granddad told me to show the plane to Daddy, and don't forgot to give the cookies Grandma made."

It was so cute to see the mother with her dark red hair smiling and laughing and talking to her child, it reminded her of how she had always wished her mother was alive.

A few seats in front of her was an old couple that looked so sweet together, they seemed so in love. The woman slapped her husbands hand whenever he tried to reach for the sweets but he managed to get one but kissing her softly on the cheek.

Both of them were wrinkled and weary and their hair was grey but they seemed so alive and young by the way their eyes would shine when they spoke.

She wanted that kind of love one day.

Jon, still gripping her hand, was asleep, or seemed to be because whenever she moved his hand would gripper tighter.

They had been on the train for well over two hours.

The old couple was reading an old book and the woman was listening to music while the child napped.

Suddenly Riza felt a strong feeling of unease and the strong force of fear, the feeling of being watched and not left her even though she had tried to ignore it, but something was wrong.

Shifting in her seat to turn around she almost cried out, there really was someone watching her and they were looking at each other, her face looked like she had just seen her impending death and his was twisted into a sick looking happiness.

He spoke so lowly she had to strain to hear him over the noise of the other people in the carriage, a pair of lovers that were laughing, a bunch of school children that the train picked up on the last stop and a few teenagers that were skip[ping school.

His words were clear, "You're pretty cute," he whispered, she felt her heart drop, "But I bet if you were covered in blood you'd be beautiful." She felt sick, her whole being was shaking and she was sweating.

Twisting back into her chair she sat and faced the front. Jon's grip was still strong but he didn't open his eyes, she could only hope that he really was asleep.

Telling him that she was being watched by a crazy man might make him think she's crazy and she might not find out anything about the will.

Turning her head just a little she spotted him, he was wearing a red hoodie, the hood covering his head and most of his face, his jeans look like they're a million years old with rips and parts were fading. His black and white shoes were scuffed and dirty.

But Riza could have sworn she had seen him somewhere before.

It was less than an hour away before reaching her stop and no matter how much she wanted too she couldn't stop being on edge.

Not just because it was a normal thing to be on edge but because she was trained to always be alert when an enemy was around.

Armstrong had drilled it into her many times, she respected that man more than her father, and he had taken the time to train her even though it really wasn't his job.

After the first week she had gotten use to him shoving his huge muscles in her face and she knew just what to do to get him to stop.

He reminded her of a child how he cried and said 'Sorry' a million times the first time she had fallen from the training platform and cut her finger. Armstrong made it out to be like she had split her skull open and lost an arm, she remembers Roy's face when the story was told to him, and amused he was, he chuckled but stopped when she glared at him.

It had only been a few hours and already she was missing him, she tried hard to shove that feeling down knowing that if she can't last a few days then there's no way she could last a week.

She had been trained to stay alert, not fear alert where you're too scared to move, but military alert where you move in action when there is an opening and you get the job done right.

Anyone might be thinking why she isn't moving, but Riza had been trained for this kind of thing as well and there were three things in her way already.

Jon isn't letting her arm go and she would only make a fool out of herself and that might give the attacker an opening to get her.

There are a lot of people, meaning this guy knew what kind of training she had gone through and knew that she wouldn't/couldn't attack him because he could just grab someone.

Even though she was trained to know what to do in these situations she was still scared. Her heart was racing and this guy knew it and would use it to help himself if something went wrong.

"Are you ready for blood?" Riza twisted herself right around, the voice was so close to her she could hear it perfectly.

He was standing there, a mad look in his eyes, suddenly she saw something metal and she screamed, "Everyone get down."

A shot was heard echoing through the carriage.

He woke alone and cold on his study desk, memories played on a loop and they brought a smile to his lips.

But the happiness he felt at that moment was long gone.

Now he was sitting at work rushing through paperwork. He was angry, Riza was gone, left him and he didn't know where or why. He was sad, he woke alone and when he went into Riza's room her bags were gone.

In the oddest way he felt so used.

'Is that the way the women feel?' he wondered to himself but shook his head. 'There's no way they felt like that.' He wasn't so sure.

Most of her stuff was still there so he knew that she would come back and when she did he was going to go nuts and then they'll go to his room and…

"Roy you're drooling," came the cheery voice of Hughes.

His eyes widened and with the back of his glove he wiped it away as soon as he could.

"Soooooo what are you thinking?" Hughes eyes were wide like a child's.

Clearing his throat Roy said loud and clearly, "Not much." Earning chuckles from the guys, he wasn't sure why.

"So Riza's not much huh?" Havoc asked, which was answered by Armstrong, "OUR LITTLE BLONDE PRINCESS IS EVERYTHING."

"I wonder where she is?" asked Fuery and everyone went silent and looked at Roy.

Dumbfounded that they were asking him where she was, his mind went into overload with trying to think of excuses.

"S-she h-huh," then he said the first thing that popped into his head, "SHE WENT TO THE BATHROOM." He kind of screamed it out at them in his nervousness.

Falman arched a brow, "She's been in the bathroom?" Roy nodded, "For four hours?"

Roy nodded weakly again.

Breda laughed, "You know what they do in the female bathrooms?"

-Silence-

Hughes head popped up, "Maybe she met my dear love?" Roy tuned out thanking God that the attention was taken off of him.

'Don't leave me,' he whispered as he kissed her neck…

'Never," she whispered back.

Roy was lost in his memories

"He's drooling again; do you think something happened between them?"

"Them?"

"He's means Riza and Roy."

"Those crazy kids."

"If they get married I can have a double wedding with my friend."

"AH YES YOUNG LOVE, so very beautiful." Crying sounded through the room.

"Could you imagine their children," nervous laughter sounded through the room.

"If you ask me, I would be scared."

"A child of Roy and Riza would be-"

"BEATIFUL,"

"I was going to say strange."

"Riza's punctual and Roy's a skirt chaser…"

"If they had kids and my love and I have kids we could have kids at the same time."

If someone was to walk in to the office they would see Havoc, Fuery, Falman, Hughes, Breda and Armstrong talking about children while standing in front of a drooling Roy Mustang.

Roy called it an early day and left the office to go home and see if Riza was there yet.

The first thing he noticed when he got there was the answering machine's little red button was flashing.

He pressed it and a beautiful voice filled his ears with some dreadful words.

"Sir," Roy pouted, she was stilling calling him sir, he knew for a fact that she knew his name, she said many times last night. "I'm sorry I'm not there but I told you last night that I'm going home for a week. I'll call you when I get there. I have to clear up a few things I've been told concerning my mother's will, nothing is right."

He was going to die.

"I-I have something to say… Roy Mustang I can't say this to your face just yet but I love"

She called him Roy; he could have danced on the spot. But something caught his attention and he rewound the tape.

"Face just yet but I love"

He was frozen.

"Love?" he whispered out loud, "She loves me?" he shook his head, "That could have been anything, 'I love chocolate," or "I love cockroach" or even "I love dancing naked in the rain"." He stopped to picture that before going on.

According to Roy Riza could have said many things.

He went into the kitchen and moped about how he was going to be home alone for a week.

In normal situations he would have call someone and spent the night with them but he couldn't do that now. Why? Because he had fallen in love with someone and she loved dancing naked in the rain.

Standing at the sink washing out his plate with his cornflakes and replayed the message in his head, something hit him and he dropped his plate in the sink and rushed over to the phone.

"I have to clear up a few things I've been told concerning my mother's will, nothing is right."

He replayed it over and over and over.

'Nothing is right.' Those where the spoken words.

'What did she mean by that?' He wondered.

Grabbing his phone he called Hughes, "Hughes? Great, I want you to do me a favor, yes, why what do you want?" Roy sighed, "Fine.

Just look into Riza's mother's death will you, yes and get a copy of her will.

Don't think you can? Hughes you could talk a court into opening the Joan of Arc case again.

Yes I know that was almost 500 years ago… I was saying you're good at this kind of thing.

Can you just do it for me please, because I just got a message from Riza.

Thank you."

Grabbing his car keys he jumped into his car, he can drive but he doesn't like it as much as having someone drive him, and drove to his office as fast as he could.

People were screaming, crying and trying to get away from the man with a gun.

Riza wiped the blood from her cheek, at first when he pointed his gun towards her way she thought he was going to shoot her but he shot the man across from her.

His blood spray onto her face and her clothes, Jon woke and moved himself out of firing range, in other words he was hiding behind his seat.

The man laughed.

"I knew you'd look better in blood," she swallowed she went to answer him when Jon cut her off.

"Zach?" Jon's own eyes were filled with anger.

Pulling the read hood back Riza got a good look at his face and gasp, it was Zach.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" he yelled.

Zach swung the gun and then pointed it at someone else and shot, more blood sprayed the people near the person.

"I don't know what you mean cousin," Zach replied.

Riza couldn't keep quiet and gasp out the word, "Cousin?"

Two pairs of brown eyes, one with madness and the other anger, "Oh he didn't tell you little Riza," she cringed at the sound of her name.

One of the teens had taken out their phone and started calling the cops; thankfully Riza was the only one who had seen him.

'I have to make sure he doesn't kill anyone else,' Riza thought.

"N-no, no he didn't." she whispered.

A chuckle came from Zach, "That's not nice Jon; after all we've done together. I mean come one bro, we killed my mum." Time seemed to stop before Riza could even understand what they meant. 'Didn't he say that his parents weren't together? He never said that she was dead.' Riza thought.

Gasps filled the carriage.

"Shut-up Zach, it was your idea," Jon didn't seem to like how this trip was turning out.

A twisted smile on his face and a sick laugh left Zach's mouth, "My idea, you're right. But who got the sleeping tablets, hmm Johnny boy?" he cried out with a cheerful voice. "That was the first time we killed wasn't it," his eyes clouded over as though he was recalling sweet memories, "We dragged her sleeping body out to the cliff and dragged a Stanley knife over her wrist before shoving her over the cliff.

Do you remember the sounds of her body hitting the rock?" he said it so sweetly you could almost believe that he was talking about something else.

Riza let out a cry.

"And then there was that girl you broke up with, if I remember clearly she cheated on you." Jon looked pale, "Or should I say you thought she cheated on you and it turned out that the guy she was seeing was her brother."

"Do you remember her screams as clearly as I do?" he whispered softly.

"Zach stop it." Jon growled.

Zach just smiled wider, "Or is the memory you fancy about the time

we snuck in into the Manson's paddock and poured gasoline on one of the cows you pulled the match and it went UP." He laughed a cruel laugh.

"How old were we them? Hmm? We were 7, just old enough to appreciate the dying screams of the burning cow."

Suddenly Riza wondered about the other people in the other carriages, she turned her head towards the door and turned it back when she heard a chuckle, "Honestly Riza did you think I was a silly billy?" he was mocking her.

"I took care of the other passengers a while ago" she looked back at he window and noticed something she didn't see before, a body was lying on the floor, she could only just see it in the corner of the window plane.

"Oh my God," she couldn't help but whisper, this was NOT a situation she was trained for.

Screams caused her to turn back and she let out a gasp, Zach was standing right in front of her smiling a sick grin, his face had specks of blood on it.

"That's right Riza, pray to your God because you're going to meet him soon, pray for everyone else in on the train as well." His face came closer to hers and she was too scared to move.

"What the hell Zach, get away from my wife," without taking his eyes off of hers he lifted the gun and another shot and a gasp echoed through her mind. She could feel the blood soak into the back of her shirt.

"F-f-f-fucker, y-y-you f-f-fucking d-d-dog," the stuttering came from behind her and she felt relived to know that Jon was alive, even though she had heard enough about the terrible things he had done, it didn't mean she wanted him dead.

"She's not your wife," he whispered, he grabbed her around the waist and pulled her around so that he was facing the crowd, he wanted to make sure no one jumped him from behind.

Their faces were so close she could smell mentos on his breath.

'You've Got The Power,'

'Where the hell did that come from?' Riza thought as the saying from the mentos ad popped into her head. She came up with an idea.

"You've got the power," she whispered, she knew that he would draw his own conclusion.

"Yes, yes you're right Riza, you know I always knew you were smart." He winked at her and then let off another round hitting the window and shattering the glass causing people to scream.

"I have the power to do anything like, hmm," he seemed to think, "Oh I know, get my father kidnapped and killed." He let out a maniac laugh that scared the children as they tried to hide behind their protective teacher.

"Shut up you stupid brats," he hissed at them as they shut up and became silent.

"And you're mother, Riza; do you want to know what really happed to your mother?" Everything came crashing down around her; she was swallowed by a black hole.

"My mother… What do you know?" she was sure that she had never said anything about her mother to him, she was sure she hadn't.

"What do you mean Hughes?" Roy was frustrated.

"I mean Roy, that Riza's mother didn't die in an accident, to put it simply from the reports here, she was murdered." Hughes face and voice were both serious.

Roy wondered if Riza knew, "How?"

"Well, I had to dig pretty far to get this information and I broke many laws, I read in the official report that she was drunk and smashed into another car. I looked a little deeper and the coroner was a woman named 'Maggie Beaches'."

"Who cares who did the what and stuff, get to the point." He growled, it didn't faze Hughes one bit though, he was use to Roy.

"That woman was Mr. Hawkeye's mistress, and she was also getting paid by Mr. Archer at the same time, not small amounts of money, these were big sums. All in all before she died she was given over a million dollars."

"She died? Are you sure she did or was she killed as well."

"In her will it was stated that Mr. Archer would receive all her money and assets."

"So she was murdered as well," Roy paced the small filing room in which both he and Hughes sat and talked about the cases. It was a cramped room and there wasn't much room to get around in but he still seemed to pace.

"Yes, after digging a little more I found that the first 'real' coroner had written the cause of death as an overdose of cocaine. The only thing was that she was allergic to the things they put in to the drug."

"So she was murdered, maybe because she was going to go to the police?" Roy suggested.

Hughes shook his head, "No not at all, when her apartment was searched by police they found human parts like teeth and eyeballs in jars. It seemed that both Hawkeye and Archer didn't want to be traced to someone like that. So they topped her."

"These people are sick Hughes and Riza's in the middle of it." Roy shook his head.

"Riza's mother, a little part of her was found in those jars." Hughes voice shook a little and Roy snapped his head up at his friend, "Finger nails and teeth. They were pulled out before she died. It seemed she was drugged up pretty bad before Maggie placed her in the car. The report also said that the brakes were cut and the person in the other car got away without any bruises or cuts."

"Who was in the other car?" Roy asked when he noticed Hughes had stopped.

"Jon Archer…" he seemed weary about going on.

"Who else?" Roy asked in a deadly voice.

"Zach Baker," the name resounded through his head hurting him like a million knives piercing his skin, splitting it open and letting all the blood on the floor. He felt like he was going to get Riza killed.

"Roy," the sadness in Hughes voice scared him his eyes looking at the ground but slowly went up to reach his, "I looked into Zach's past too… this morning he bought a ticket to get on the train with Riza and Archer."

His heart stopped.

"Did you really think you're mother died in an accident?" he wiped her hair away form her forehead with the gun and kissed it.

"W-what happened with my mother?" she whispered.

He smirked, "You know you both look really good covered in blood." He said to her as though it was a good thing. He shoved her back into her an unused seat.

In her sad shock she could smell something, 'Poison,' she thought to herself.

"You poisoned the other people didn't you?" she looked at him with vacant eyes. She saw the teen from before shave the phone back in his pocket and he gave her a thankful nod as he helped protected the children with the teacher.

"Why yes I did Riza." He wasn't facing her; in fact he was facing Jon.

"Thought it would funny to watch them all crawling around on the ground with scared faces and panic overwhelming them. But I needed to take care of them first before and not tip anyone else off."

"What about the driver?" she desperately asked.

"Well he's alive for the moment, I'll let him live and then I'll top him when the train stops."

"Jon, my dear cousin, I'm not stupid, did you really believe I thought that you would give me my share of the money?" He hissed at his cousin and kicked the injured man.

Riza moved gently over to where they were.

"Money, what do you mean?" at time like this Riza knew she should be silent but she couldn't let them go on about this and not know what she was fighting against.

"Riza, aren't couples meant to be honest with each other?" she could feel him smirk. "The money from you parents wills' and from Jon's fathers will."

She felt her blood run cold, "You were going to kill my father?"

"No Riza, your father and Uncle were on a plane that blew up just minutes ago."

"THAT WASN"T THE PLAN," Jon screamed.

"Sorry cousin, I made my own plans." Zach shot Jon twice in the leg, more blood splattered Jon body, and it seemed Zach was just keeping him alive to shoot at.

What she needed to do was get the gun away from him.

Then another shot was fired right into Jon's skull. Riza and the others screamed.

She threw herself at him, even though she knew that she couldn't do anything.

Hot wet tears flowed down her bloodied face as she shook the man she had gotten on the train with.

Letting out choked sobs she held her hands where he was bleeding.

"No use little Riza dear, no use at all." He picked her up by the hair and pushed her into her seat. The she felt it; the train was coming to a stop, slowing down.

Riza could almost hear their thoughts about how sorry they were for even the smallest thing, each whispering in their minds how much they love their friends and family.

Riza looked across the carriage and saw a young child around the age of eight who was screaming and holding onto his mother.

Something snapped causing her fear to become anger, never had Riza felt such power flow through her body as she stood and jumped at the man.

He had only looked away for a second and that was all that she needed.

Roy was holding an officer above the ground by his collar, "WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?" he screamed at the terrified man.

"Roy, calm down," yelled Hughes, Roy had never heard him yell and was shock enough to do what his long time friend said.

"Sir, what train was attacked?" Asked Hughes.

"T-t-t-the 5116 i-i-i-it w-was a-attacked b-by a c-crazed man." The poor man was scared beyond hell and could only stutter.

"HUGHES SHE WAS ON THAT TRAIN," Roy screamed at his friend in panic, he had never been so afraid, not even on the battlefield. They knew that that was the train after discovering the train Zach Baker had gotten on.

Now Roy was torn between crying and running off to kill that fucker. He plans to kill him, cut him up and feed him to the pigs.

"Roy I'm going to call the others and get them to meet us at the copter pad ok?" A car or a train would have taken too much time.

Shaking and sweating Roy agreed and headed up to the copter pad.

'Pleaselet her be safe.'

She had jumped on his back and reached around trying to grab the gun, this was not something she was trained to do but there was poison leaking into the carriage and children in there and if they wanted to live she would have to do something.

"You like to play huh Riza?" Zach roared as he slammed his back into the wall causing her a great pain but she wouldn't let go.

"GET DOWN," she screamed several times to the people.

A shot was fired and missed; she would make sure no one got hurt.

She felt a great pain and felt blood trickle down her back. "I really like you but I can't let you ruin this for me, you aren't going to die but I can't let you run around doing this."

Standing behind her was Jon Archer, a knife in his hand covered in blood, her blood.

"How..?" she tried to ask but she felt rather weak.

He smiled, "Red ink." He wiped away the ink from his fore head.

"Leg..?"

"No that was real," his smiled turned to a frown, "And painful."

He caught her as she slipped off of Zach's back and into Jon's arms, who then laid her gently on the floor.

She could hear people crying.

She could faintly hear Zach's and Jon's conversation and how she felt such hate run through her.

"The train has almost stopped kill these people and hurry up." Jon hissed, it was only 5 minutes before they reached the station by because they were in the city and the crossings didn't have lights the trains were made to go slow.

Seeing the metal under one of the chairs was loose she pulled at it, only a think wire came off and as she looked up she saw Zach aiming the gun at the children.

With a sudden burst of energy she sat up and with a warriors cry she pushed the thin wire into Zach's calf and the ripped it out as he bent over crying out.

The gun was hanging loosely in one of his hands and she ripped it away from him, he looked at her with wide eyes, his were now full of fear at the woman holding the killing weapon.

See could see Jon at the corner of her eye and saw he charge at her, she closed her eyes and aimed the gun, pulling the trigger she felt the bullet leave and something wet and warm hit her in the face.

Opening her eyes, she could see Jon standing there his eyes wide and his torso bleeding heavily.

Zach looked between them and made for the window that he had broken earlier, knowing that she would shoot him if he stayed.

Seeing him getting ready to climb out of the slow moving train Riza opened fire on him. "Don't you dare," she cried out.

She only hit him once as her vision blurred and her body slumped back to the ground, but she could still see Zach's body falling out of the window and the fresh blood on the broken glass was proof.

She had hit him and now she could sleep.

It was hours later and Roy was sitting beside Riza who was intensive care, there was a dose of poison on the knife that she was stabbed with and that with the poison leaking into the carriage could have killed her.

It seemed that Archers aim was not nearly as good as he thought because he had grazed a vital organ and made Riza loose a lot of blood.

But what came next was something no wanted to know, "Sir, the body of Zach Baker was not found."

I warned you it could be a little gross, plus there are 9,437 words in this. I added more because I didn't update fro awhile.

I hope it wasn't bad, I know it was gory and even I shocked myself.

Jessica