Summary: At the right angle, in a line of sight, one might wonder why he never stopped staring at her for so much as a second.

Theme: 085. Surprise Attack

Note: This follows on from the previous chapter.

Disclaimer: I do not own Full Metal Alchemist.

Angles

085. Surprise Attack

Currently, Riza is running through the streets in her wedding dress.

And to top it off, not with the man who was to become her husband that day. Roy is pulling her by the hand and fast, so fast she almost cannot breathe, his ink coloured dark hair flicking behind him in the wind beautifully. The man who has always been too good for her, too smart and powerful with his angled face and perfect smile has falsely saved her from her own wedding like a black prince. There are no white horses, no faeries or dragons. A surprise attack consisting of one person: him.

"Surprise."

He says weakly, caving finally just inside a graveyard as his legs begin to buckle and his breath runs into the cold air in streams of smoke. She opens her mouth to say something, anything, but cannot even answer with a question as to why he would do this. The answer is so obvious that it cannot be true. It has always been there, right under her nose; too close for her to believe in such a thing. So he kisses her. Because she does not know what else he can do to make this better. There is no turning back. There is no apology.

"Do you have an idea what you have done?"

She finally manages. He nods vaguely, clearly aware of what will happen. The Führer interrupting his friends wedding to run off with his right hand woman. It would be on every news station, every magazine and news sheet; and he was going to look just as bad as Bradley before him. Without all the murdering and superhuman powers, of course, but still pretty awful. Betraying someone who had helped him; and she would be called every name under the western sun for not turning back. She leans her head on his shoulder.

"Destroyed what I have worked for my entire life. But that is ok."

She frowns, a storm cloud written across her features. She would appreciate the sentiment and the gravity of what he had done for her, if only she had not been there with him. A year on and she could swear there was still dirt under her nails. A year on and every news outlet had been surprised by the announcement of her upcoming nuptials. This had been what they had expected, albeit less dramatic. They had wondered how her fiancée could stand it, being second best; being nothing but a replacement for the man she was with behind closed doors. Nobody could compete with Roy Mustang. She had dismissed it as just a part of the rumour mill, but now she had verified whatever they wanted to say.

"This is not ok."

She is sitting on a gravestone on her wedding day when she is currently supposed to be saying how much she loves another man and how she wants to spend the rest of her life with him. Leave it to Mustang to completely destroy her sense of normality the minute she got it back. With him, things could never be easy.

"I did it for love, Hawkeye."

He still cannot even call her Riza. Or technically, as she would have been, Mrs Jean Havoc. She sighs, and before he can kiss her, she captures his lips with her own. Of course she loved him back. She always would, and if this was the only way to be with him she would take the chance with all she had. What they have done cannot be undone.

She could live with it: of all the women in the world, he had chosen her.

Again, I apologise to Havoc fans. But this was very tempting.

Reviews & criticism appreciated.