A/N: I read the last chapter of FMA last night. It was an emotional moment for me, to be sure. So many years of dedication finally came to and end and...
loved it. Many of the scenes I had been praying for panned out beautifully. OK, so there's a few extra things I wanted (Royai, anyone?) but that's what fanfiction is for! So, this is a slight retelling of the ending. :P
I don't intend this as a oneshot... there's a lot of other moments I want to write, re-write, add-to etc, but I might upload them separately. Tell me what you think! Also, if there's any post-series moments you want, mention them in a review and I'll see if I can fit them in!
A Promise Fulfilled
Somewhere between the end of the battle and finding himself being doctored in a military tent, Roy Mustang was forced to think of what he'd have to do if he was going to be blind for the rest of his life. He knew he'd be forced to retire, that he'd never become Fuhrer like he'd promised Hughes he would be. There was a part of him that found leaving that promise to his late friend unfulfilled actually worse than losing his sight.
But there was another promise he'd made to Hughes- well, more a request that Hughes had made of him. He'd always said it in jest, of course, but Roy couldn't help but think that he'd actually always meant it.
"Find yourself a good wife..."
Mustang had never thought very seriously about getting married before. He was a career man, dedicated to his country. He'd always thought a wife would hold him back somehow. He had no shortage of women when he needed them, and while Hughes insisted Gracia was his pillar of strength and that every man needed a woman to watch his back (even if he won't admit it) Mustang didn't think he needed anyone with this qualities waiting for him at home- he had Riza Hawkeye.
It was, for those few dark hours before Marcoh revealed he could restore his sight, the only thing that kept him going. He grew so fond of the idea, that even when he could see again, it seemed ridiculous not to go ahead with it.
And so, after his sight had been restored, Roy Mustang smiled to himself, checked out his appearance in a mirror, and sent somebody to fetch Riza Hawkeye, if she was able to walk.
"Don't... don't tell her about my eyes," he told them. "Just say I want her to see me."
The aide nodded and hurried off. A few minutes later, he heard her steps hurrying towards his tent from across the ruined courtyard. Strange, he thought, how he could hear her footsteps above anything else, and know that they were hers.
He didn't look at her as she stepped inside. He kept his gaze unfocused, looking away. All the same, he could make out the look of concern spreading through her face. It was all he could do not to smile, and force himself to keep a straight face.
"You... you asked for me, Sir?"
"Second Lieutenant? Would you come sit beside me, please?"
"Of... of course, Sir."
It wasn't like her to stumble on her words, but for some reason, Mustang rather enjoyed it. It was almost cute. When she sat down next to him, he noted it was closer than she would usually.
With expert timidness, he reached across and took her hand. An ever-so-slight blush rose in her cheeks.
"They say... they say my sight can't be restored."
"I was afraid of that, Sir."
"Looks like my military career is over."
Hawkeye remained silent. She was clenching her jaw, shutting in tears. It seemed like she was beyond words right now.
"Say something, Lieutenant."
"I'm... I'm not sure what I can say, Sir. I'm.. I'm sorry. I should have stopped them. I should have... I'm sorry..."
"Lieutenant... are you... crying?"
"Yes, Sir. I am. I failed you."
"No... no, you didn't!" Mustang could feel his cool composure slipping away. Perhaps this wasn't such a good idea after all. In all the years he'd known her, he rarely ever seen Riza Hawkeye cry. He wasn't sure he liked it. "It wasn't your fault, it was-"
"I was supposed to protect you and I didn't. I swore... I swore to myself that I wouldn't let anything happen to you, and now... and now your blind and your career is over and-"
"My life isn't." Finished Mustang, with such seriously sincerity that he surprised himself. "My life is far from over. I'm alive, I'm in one piece, and... and I've decided something."
"Oh? What would that be, Sir?"
"Well, life as a blind womaniser would be a little pathetic, don't you think? Of course, I'm still charming and handsome, and I'd be assured the sympathy sh-"
"Spit it out, Sir."
"But what's the point? I want... I want someone to come to every day. Or come home to me, if that's the way of things. I want a family, Lieutenant... and I want you."
Before she could say anything else, Mustang leant across, took her face in his bandaged hands, and pressed his lips against hers. For a second she froze in shock, and then, slowly, melted into the kiss, her arms sliding up his chest.
It seemed to be some time before they finally parted. Mustang opened his eyes to find his Lieutenant staring at him with a very suspicious look on her face. Too late Mustang realised he was looking back at her.
"Sir," she growled. "You... you can see, can't you?"
"W-what? I-I don't what you mean! I'm blind, me! Blind as a bat!"
"Sir! You closed your eyes! Why would a blind person close their eyes?"
"Um... magic of the moment?"
"And then you looked at me!"
"Power of true love's kiss?"
"You're mocking me, Sir! That was cruel and unnecessary! You made me think that I... you made me... oh! You're impossible!"
"I'm sorry! That was never my intention, I just... Look, Doctor Marcoh gave me a philosopher's stone to restore my sight, but for a while I thought I was going to be blind forever and I just got to thinking-"
"Thinking what, Sir?" Riza was on her feet, heading towards the exit. Mustang was quite sure he'd never seen her so angry.
"I don't want you to call me 'sir' any more, Riza."
"What... what are you saying?"
Mustang took a deep breath. Now or never...
"Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye, would you do me the honour... of becoming my wife?"
"Ugh! You're really something, you know that, Sir?" Hawkeye gave a moan of frustration and then stormed out of the tent. He could hear her breathing furiously behind the canvas wall.
Well... that could have gone better. Maybe she just needs time to think. Maybe she thought I was mocking her again. Maybe I should have been more clear...
As Mustang sat debating whether or not to follow her -and whether or not she wanted to be followed- she marched back into the tent again, face calm and controlled.
"I will think about it."
"Really?" a note of hope rose in Mustang's voice. "You're serious?"
"If you are."
"Then yes, Roy Mustang, I will think about marrying you."
"Um... excellent! Great! Take as long as you need!"
"Thank you. I will."
Hawkeye left the tent again. He could hear her footsteps fading in the distance, disappearing under the shouting and talking and moans of other patients; he'd have to get back to work soon, but first, he let out a huge sigh of relief and slipped back onto a crate.
"That... could have gone a lot worse. Could have gone better... could have gone worse."
There was a sudden rush of footsteps and Hawkeye appeared again, visibly flustered and out of breath. She was a mess, he realised. Red-faced, still covered in blood and dirt, her hair wild and wind-swept, her eyes sparkling. Yet, she was the most beautiful women he had ever seen, and it was her face he wanted to wake up to every day for the rest of his life.
"I've given it a lot of thought," she said breathlessly. "And yes, Roy Mustang, I will marry you."
For the first time in his life, Mustang found himself too overcome with happiness for words. The only thing he could think of saying was, "wow, really?" which was much better left unsaid. Instead, he raced towards her with the same eagerness that she ran towards him with. They met in the middle and drew into each other's arms so tightly you could barely tell where one began and the other started.
It occurred to Mustang that it should tell her he loved her. It was the sort of thing one usually tells someone before they proposed, but Mustang was never very good at getting things in the right order. He opened his mouth to tell her, but was interrupted by a sudden gust of muscle and sparkles bursting through the tent door.
"Oh, that was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen!" cried Major Armstrong, tears pouring down his face, as he pulled the two of them into his tight, crushing embrace. "When's the wedding?"
A/N: La la la... did you like? I'm not sure I did. But Royai! It has to happen!
Also, forgot to mention until somebody put it in a review... some lines of dialogue borrowed/inspired by the "proposal" done by the english voice actors during an Expo. If you know which lines... POINTS! If you don't, go Youtube it. :P