Fullmetal Alchemist (c) Hiromu Arakawa

The shot rang out, the shell-casing fell with a loud yet oddly dull clang when it hit the stone floor. Smoke curled around the muzzle of the handgun; while blood leaked out from his wound staining his blue uniform, all before her eyes.
First, to give out were his knees, then his entire body went limp and he fell with a thud-smack onto his back upon the unforgiving ground, one white glove stained ruby red, the other stained brown with mud. Rain poured down in thick grey sheets; Riza stood frozen as she stared at the killer, a revenge-seeker, seeking to right the wrongs committed in the Ishbalan Civil War.
Roy groaned softly. With tears in her eyes and a snarling frown upon her face, Riza raised her gun and fired her last bullet at the murderer.
The shot rang out as thunder clapped and lightning split the sky asunder. The killer some how, miraculously dodged the bullet. “Not bad,” he whispered and vanished before Riza could reload her weapon.
Screaming in pain and rage, she flung the gun aside before running to Roy’s body. “Roy! Roy! Roy!” she skidded in the mud to his side. “Roy, wake up! Stay with me Roy!” all thoughts of ranks and titles forgotten and abandoned. Riza began shivering in fear and the cold rain that pelted her back. Roy heaved, blood dribbling out of the corner of his mouth; struggling for breath, as his heart beat slowly faded.
His black eyes flickered up at Riza and a weak smile graced his lips. He raised his bloodied hand, touching Riza’s cheek softly. Blood smearing on her pale skin, mixing with her tears and the mud. “Riza…” he breathed, his hand slowly falling to the ground. He failed to breathe again.
“I…I told you,” Riza choked out. “That you’re…” she sniffed, wiping her nose on her wrist. “Useless in the rain,” she couldn’t help but smile at that. She tried to hold back tears, but soon collapsed, sobbing on his still chest. Her shoulders shaking.
Riza looked up, vaguely making out the two figures in the rain. The Elric Brothers; and the idea hit her. “Ed,” she whispered. She heaved Roy’s dead body onto her shoulder, dragging the lifeless colonel across the muddy ground, to where the Elric Brothers stood, silently watching.
Ed looked at Riza as she dropped Roy’s body as his feet. “Ed, please,” Riza whispered.
“Lieutenant?” Al asked, looking down at Roy.
“No,” Ed said firmly.
Riza blinked, breathing hard. “But…you can just transmute his soul! I got his body here! I just need his soul! Please Ed! You have to!”
Ed looked at the dead colonel. True, he may not have liked Roy, but he respected the man. “I’m sorry, Riza,” he looked away.
“I know it’s forbidden but please you have to! I’m begging you!” Riza bit her lip, trying to prevent the tears from over whelming her. “I’m pregnant! Roy needs to know! He needs to know that he's going to be a father! Please, Ed you have to bring him back!” Riza shouted.
“I’m sorry,” Ed shook his head. “I’m not going to.”
“Is it because you didn’t like him? Is that it? Are you going to deny my child,” she rested her hand on her stomach. “The right to see his father? Hear his father’s laughter?”
“I’m sorry Riza, but I’m not going to do it. Not because I didn’t like Mustang, I respected him; but after what happened to Al and I…I’m never going to do it again,” Ed looked away.
“Not…not even for his soul?”
“There is always a toll,” Ed whispered. “I’m sorry, but he’s dead, alchemy can’t help here.”
“For all the good alchemy does…for all the lives alchemy can destroy, it can’t even bring Roy back! It can’t even bring a wife’s husband back! What good is alchemy if it can’t do that!”
“I asked myself the same questions when we failed to bring our mother back,” Ed muttered. “I’m so sorry for your lose Riza,” Ed looked sadly at the sobbing woman, before leaving with Al.

Five Years Later

A child’s laughter filled the air. The boy had black hair and black eyes, the spitting image of the father he never got to meet. He laughed happily as he ran up to his house. He burst in laughing, running up to his mother. “Mommy! School was awesome!” the child shouted. Riza laughed.
“Really? That’s a first for you Leigh,” Riza said. “What did you guys learn about?”
“The Ishbalan Civil War!” Leigh smiled. “The State Alchemists were heroes!” he nodded firmly. Riza couldn’t help but smile. “Especially the Flame Alchemist!” Leigh looked over at the picture of the man on the mantel. “When I grow up, I want to be just like him. A State Alchemist that protects innocent people!” Leigh puffed out his chest.
Riza grinned and pulled her son close. Leigh laughed as his mother tickled him. “One day, Leigh, I’ll tell you the real story,” she whispered.
“You where there?” Leigh blinked.
“Yep,” Riza said.
“Tell me! Tell me! Tell me!”
“When you are older,” Riza tapped her son’s nose.
“Did Dad die in the war?” Leigh asked. Riza shook her head. “How did he die then?”
“A man that blamed him for what happened in the war killed him,” Riza whispered.
“Why did he want to do that? Dad was protecting innocent people,” Leigh pouted.
“Not everyone saw it that way, sweetheart,” Riza ran her fingers through her son’s hair. “The man wanted revenge.”
“What’s revenge?” Leigh blinked.
“An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.”
Leigh snorted, before looking at the picture on the mantelpiece, he felt sad. “I miss him,” Leigh whispered softly. “I never got to meet him, even though,” Leigh looked at his mother with a bright yet sad smile. “I still miss him. He was my father after all. I’m sure he loved me,” Leigh sighed. “And I love him. Because he’s my father.”
Riza felt her lip quiver, “I miss him too, Leigh.”
“I bet you do!” Leigh smiled, slipping off the couch, he pulled down the white gloves that sat next to the picture. “Look!” he tugged the gloves on, too large for his tiny hands. “I’m the Flame Alchemist!” Leigh clapped his hands together, looking up at his mother. “That’s how the Fullmetal Alchemist does it right?” Leigh asked. Riza nodded. “But my teacher said that the Flame Alchemist snapped his fingers,” Leigh snapped his fingers, creating a tiny spark. The boy jumped back, blinking in surprise before grinning up at his mother. “See? I’m a Flame Alchemist!”
“When you’re older,” Riza said, pulling the gloves off of her son’s hands. “Why don’t you go outside and play with Hayate?” Riza asked.
“Good idea! I bet that lazy old dog is just laying around in the sun!” Leigh ran off, laughing, calling for the dog. The door slammed shut, Leigh’s happy voice muffled by the walls of the house. Riza sniffed, as she placed the old gloves back besides the picture of Leigh’s father, the legendary Flame Alchemist.
“He…he takes after you Roy,” Riza whispered. “And… you would’ve been so proud of him,” Riza sniffed, before she took the picture and hugged it to her chest; she sat down on the couch. The events of that horrible day flashing through her mind. Leigh opened the door and was about to call for his mother, when he noticed she was sobbing on the couch. Calmly, he ran over to her and snuggled up against her. He didn’t know why, but he cried to.
Both cried over the lost of the man they both loved.

I feel so bad about killing Roy! I love him so much! And Royai! My first FMA oneshot has to be a depressing one. Ah, oh well. Enjoy it.

Blame the crappy formating on DA, where it was originally posted.

R'n'R or I'll kick you.

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