Author Note: All I can do is apologize for taking so long to update. I actually wrote this chapter a month ago with the intent to type it up, but never actually got around to it. R&R please
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Roy sat in his tent, listening to the few sounds of the night. The Ishvalan deserts had an eerie stillness to them most of the day, but at night a few noises could be heard.
He could hear a wolf in the distance, howling with its pack, and the wind rustling the side of his tent. Below the sounds of the wind, Roy could barely make out a few crunching footsteps.
Those steps belonged to the soldier guarding his tent, and were the most important sound Roy would hear that evening. They meant that his guard was still patrolling, and was not bleeding out in the desolate desert.
His guard that night was Private Riza Hawkeye.
Each state alchemist had a squadron, which guarded them at night to prevent them from being assassinated. Roy's squad rotated so there were two each night, one in the first half of the evening and one in the second. So every Thursday night, from eight pm to one am, Riza stood outside Roy's tent.
Despite himself, Roy worried about her standing out there all by herself. The recent loss of one of her squad mates to an assassin trying to kill him only increased his fears.
He would stay up, listening to her footsteps, until his eyes closed from exhaustion. One night, after a particularly horrendous day, he sent a prayer to a god he didn't believe in to forsake him and save her. All Roy wanted was for Riza to be safe.
But in spite of these worries, the nights Riza stood guard at his tent were the only nights Roy suffered no nightmares.
Not until one am, when the guard switched.
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End Note: Before you tell me it is short, I KNOW! Teehee. I just didn't know what else to put in without messing up the balance of the story and the touch of angst near the end. Who knows when the next one will be written though...