Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ A Blend of Fear and Passion ❯ A Return To Normalcy ( Chapter 1 )
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By: FirebirdAria 
The beginning of the saga. Basically prologue. Offers some retrospect as to how everything got started.
Anime/Manga: Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Psychological / Hentai / Drama | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 02.20.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 435 | Status: Work In Progress
The beginning of the saga. Basically prologue. Offers some retrospect as to how everything got started.
Anime/Manga: Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Psychological / Hentai / Drama | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 02.20.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 435 | Status: Work In Progress
A Blend of Fear and Passion
Summary: I'm a sucker for Roy/Riza, so this goes between the end of the series, through the movie, and afterwards. Royai, RoyEd, and a little Roy/Maes for good measure.
It's a little dark, and rated M for language, situations, and a little citrusy goodness. There are also some spoilers in the form of a pair of vanishing Elrics, and a black
eyepatch. So if you haven't seen the full anime, don't read the previous sentence.
Disclaimer: I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist or any of the related characters. Property of VizMedia, and a bunch of other people I'll never be as rich as. The title is a line
from a song by the band Angels and Airwaves, I don't own them either. I don't even own their CD.
*****
A Blend of Fear and Passion:
Chapter 1: A Series of Unfortunate Events
Sitting at her desk in the sunlight, Riza rubbed her tired eyes and cracked her back. Ever since the return of former Brigadier General Mustang, the department was back in full swing. He’d reclaimed his title and was back, obnoxious, and again slick as an oil spill. The absence of their leader had allowed their workload to dwindle some, but now he was back and as intolerable as ever.
She gathered her armful of papers for Mustang to approve, and pushed open the door to his private office. He was at his desk, bottle of brandy open and a drained tumbler at his right hand. She sighed, and dropped her armload into his “In” box. His feet were on the desk, and his mouth hung open in sleep. She cleared her throat loudly and he jumped in his chair, causing it to skid back. His gloved hands grasped the table before him for balance.
“By Gods, Lieutenant!”
“You shouldn’t drink so early, sir,” she said gently. The past few weeks, she hadn’t been sure how to address him. After the accident, she’d opened up her home to him. Once recovered, he took off to the mountains to a remote outpost, and she’d barely seen him. Now he was back in her office, and back in her life, full time.
Mustang picked up the stack of files and groaned. Papers upon papers required his signature. He wondered if he could finagle his way out of these like he used to: just trust the judgment of his subordinates and sign away on whatever they handed him.
His eyes met Riza’s. They were cold and brown and held none of the warmth they did before he left her. She was again his lieutenant, and seemed determined to maintain that relationship. Her eyes trailed over his desk, messy as usual, but with the addition of an extra framed photograph: the Elric brothers, memorialized in wooden frame, next to the print of his military squadron.
At the doorway of his office, Riza paused to look over her shoulder at him, and felt an intense nostalgia, when he depended on her…
***
Riza paused in the doorway of the spare bedroom, looking over the figure spraweld on the bed in a fitful sleep. Black Hayate had taken to sleeping in that room, no doubt feeling his master's protectiveness.
Since the incident, Riza had taken Roy under her wing. She'd given him the extra room in her apartment and had been granted indefinate military leave to care for her superior.It was a little strange, though -- she'd lived alone since she moved away from her parents', not including the brief dormitory stay when she was still a young recruit. She wasn't used to sharing her living space, although she didn't mind. He barely left the room anyway.
Their relationship became infinitely more complicated the first night in her house. He’d clung to her, delirious in pain and medicated within an inch of his life. She mothered him those nights.
Once healed, they continued their military leave, falling into the routine of an old married couple. Minus the sex.
Riza had enjoyed it like that, it was familiar and comfortable and she wasn’t alone anymore. But he shattered that when he went to Central headquarters, demoting himself and taking an outpost in the middle of nowhere.
Then the Elrics came back and everything went back to normal, somewhat. He was her superior officer again, but there was something different between them
Riza never forgave herself for trusting him like that.
***
Roy groaned as he heard the heels of her boots retreat. It was just another name on the list of people he’d disappointed. His fingers itched to pour another drink. He wished Maes was still around for more of those talks over a bottle of spirits. Maes would understand him.
But Hughes was gone. Even Elysia was older now, already in elementary school. The last time he’d gone to see Gracia, she’d told him that Elysia wanted to study to be an alchemist and join the military. He’d laughed and teased the little girl, but his heart ached. The military wasn’t her place.
Ignoring the immense piles of paperwork stacked on his already messy desk, Roy stood up and stashed his bottle in the bottom drawer, locked with an array. He kept his personal artifacts in there, things he couldn’t throw away, and couldn’t stand to have in his house. Ed’s old military pocketwatch was in there too, as well as extra gloves, letters, and Huges’ medal for dying in the line of duty; it was a trinket that Gracia had entrusted with him with. She couldn’t bear to keep it in the house, and Roy had promised to safekeep it until she could tolerate having such an item.
He left his office, walking down the rows of desks in the smallish office. Havoc was still sucking down nicotine like there was no tomorrow, Breda seemed bored with the world, Falman was engrossed in something that looked to colorful to be paperwork, and Fuery was actually intent on doing what he was supposed to. Riza was nowhere to be found.
“Hawkeye’s at the shooting range, Chief,” Havoc called as he sucked on his cigarette. “Dunno what’s bothering her now, always something with her.”
Roy groaned again. It was going to be a long day. Typically his time with Hawkeye was an awkward dance, being civil without overly friendly. But lately he felt something wasn’t right between them. He rubbed his temple, fingers brushing the heavy black patch over his face.
After some time, he didn’t mind the patch so much. It didn’t take away from his sex appeal, and some women thought it gave him a little something extra. But he never allowed anyone to see the scarred flesh beneath. Truthfully, the wound was healed over and wasn’t so bad looking, but for some reason, that was private to him.
Roy swept out of the office, giving half-hearted orders to his slacking crew.
“Havoc, filing duty. Breda, Falman, for the love of God finish those papers so we can get out of here tonight. Fuery…” Roy trailed off. The boy did no wrong. There were no orders for him.
“Yes, sir!” Fuery said brightly. Breda and Falman groaned in unison, and Havoc took the opportunity to bitch, “Why am I ALWAYS on filing duty?”
But Roy was gone, down to the ranges to find his lieutenant.
Summary: I'm a sucker for Roy/Riza, so this goes between the end of the series, through the movie, and afterwards. Royai, RoyEd, and a little Roy/Maes for good measure.
It's a little dark, and rated M for language, situations, and a little citrusy goodness. There are also some spoilers in the form of a pair of vanishing Elrics, and a black
eyepatch. So if you haven't seen the full anime, don't read the previous sentence.
Disclaimer: I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist or any of the related characters. Property of VizMedia, and a bunch of other people I'll never be as rich as. The title is a line
from a song by the band Angels and Airwaves, I don't own them either. I don't even own their CD.
*****
A Blend of Fear and Passion:
Chapter 1: A Series of Unfortunate Events
Sitting at her desk in the sunlight, Riza rubbed her tired eyes and cracked her back. Ever since the return of former Brigadier General Mustang, the department was back in full swing. He’d reclaimed his title and was back, obnoxious, and again slick as an oil spill. The absence of their leader had allowed their workload to dwindle some, but now he was back and as intolerable as ever.
She gathered her armful of papers for Mustang to approve, and pushed open the door to his private office. He was at his desk, bottle of brandy open and a drained tumbler at his right hand. She sighed, and dropped her armload into his “In” box. His feet were on the desk, and his mouth hung open in sleep. She cleared her throat loudly and he jumped in his chair, causing it to skid back. His gloved hands grasped the table before him for balance.
“By Gods, Lieutenant!”
“You shouldn’t drink so early, sir,” she said gently. The past few weeks, she hadn’t been sure how to address him. After the accident, she’d opened up her home to him. Once recovered, he took off to the mountains to a remote outpost, and she’d barely seen him. Now he was back in her office, and back in her life, full time.
Mustang picked up the stack of files and groaned. Papers upon papers required his signature. He wondered if he could finagle his way out of these like he used to: just trust the judgment of his subordinates and sign away on whatever they handed him.
His eyes met Riza’s. They were cold and brown and held none of the warmth they did before he left her. She was again his lieutenant, and seemed determined to maintain that relationship. Her eyes trailed over his desk, messy as usual, but with the addition of an extra framed photograph: the Elric brothers, memorialized in wooden frame, next to the print of his military squadron.
At the doorway of his office, Riza paused to look over her shoulder at him, and felt an intense nostalgia, when he depended on her…
***
Riza paused in the doorway of the spare bedroom, looking over the figure spraweld on the bed in a fitful sleep. Black Hayate had taken to sleeping in that room, no doubt feeling his master's protectiveness.
Since the incident, Riza had taken Roy under her wing. She'd given him the extra room in her apartment and had been granted indefinate military leave to care for her superior.It was a little strange, though -- she'd lived alone since she moved away from her parents', not including the brief dormitory stay when she was still a young recruit. She wasn't used to sharing her living space, although she didn't mind. He barely left the room anyway.
Their relationship became infinitely more complicated the first night in her house. He’d clung to her, delirious in pain and medicated within an inch of his life. She mothered him those nights.
Once healed, they continued their military leave, falling into the routine of an old married couple. Minus the sex.
Riza had enjoyed it like that, it was familiar and comfortable and she wasn’t alone anymore. But he shattered that when he went to Central headquarters, demoting himself and taking an outpost in the middle of nowhere.
Then the Elrics came back and everything went back to normal, somewhat. He was her superior officer again, but there was something different between them
Riza never forgave herself for trusting him like that.
***
Roy groaned as he heard the heels of her boots retreat. It was just another name on the list of people he’d disappointed. His fingers itched to pour another drink. He wished Maes was still around for more of those talks over a bottle of spirits. Maes would understand him.
But Hughes was gone. Even Elysia was older now, already in elementary school. The last time he’d gone to see Gracia, she’d told him that Elysia wanted to study to be an alchemist and join the military. He’d laughed and teased the little girl, but his heart ached. The military wasn’t her place.
Ignoring the immense piles of paperwork stacked on his already messy desk, Roy stood up and stashed his bottle in the bottom drawer, locked with an array. He kept his personal artifacts in there, things he couldn’t throw away, and couldn’t stand to have in his house. Ed’s old military pocketwatch was in there too, as well as extra gloves, letters, and Huges’ medal for dying in the line of duty; it was a trinket that Gracia had entrusted with him with. She couldn’t bear to keep it in the house, and Roy had promised to safekeep it until she could tolerate having such an item.
He left his office, walking down the rows of desks in the smallish office. Havoc was still sucking down nicotine like there was no tomorrow, Breda seemed bored with the world, Falman was engrossed in something that looked to colorful to be paperwork, and Fuery was actually intent on doing what he was supposed to. Riza was nowhere to be found.
“Hawkeye’s at the shooting range, Chief,” Havoc called as he sucked on his cigarette. “Dunno what’s bothering her now, always something with her.”
Roy groaned again. It was going to be a long day. Typically his time with Hawkeye was an awkward dance, being civil without overly friendly. But lately he felt something wasn’t right between them. He rubbed his temple, fingers brushing the heavy black patch over his face.
After some time, he didn’t mind the patch so much. It didn’t take away from his sex appeal, and some women thought it gave him a little something extra. But he never allowed anyone to see the scarred flesh beneath. Truthfully, the wound was healed over and wasn’t so bad looking, but for some reason, that was private to him.
Roy swept out of the office, giving half-hearted orders to his slacking crew.
“Havoc, filing duty. Breda, Falman, for the love of God finish those papers so we can get out of here tonight. Fuery…” Roy trailed off. The boy did no wrong. There were no orders for him.
“Yes, sir!” Fuery said brightly. Breda and Falman groaned in unison, and Havoc took the opportunity to bitch, “Why am I ALWAYS on filing duty?”
But Roy was gone, down to the ranges to find his lieutenant.