Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ Heart of Fire (Royai) ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )
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Anime/Manga: Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Suspense / Romance / Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.25.2011 | Updated On: 03.25.2011 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 256 | Status: Work In Progress
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Anime/Manga: Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Suspense / Romance / Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.25.2011 | Updated On: 03.25.2011 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 256 | Status: Work In Progress
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"So he still has it, then?" Fuher Grumman looked down at his Granddaughter—Riza Hawkeye—as she kept pace with him, strolling through the Central park.
"Yes, sir."
He was proud of his Granddaughter. She'd been through hell and back, only to be put there again. But she'd come out stronger than ever. She was strong-willed and beautiful. She hadn't strayed from the path she'd chosen years ago, one that could have resulted in her death. It hadn't come down to that though. For almost two years now the Military Commands were recuperating from the almost disastrous events of Bradley.
"Is Havoc still up on his feet?" Still smoking, too, probably.
"Yes, sir."
He almost grinned at the strict, respectful way she spoke to him. As a soldier, she was one of the best. But she was still his Granddaughter. "No need for the formality, Riza. It's just me and my Granddaughter, today."
She smiled, her gaze straight forward. "Yes, Grandfather. Havoc is still up on his feet."
She hadn't seen Grumman—her Grandfather—in almost two years. When he'd become Fuher he'd started to turn the Country around in the direction where it should be. He had started the ignition of change and left it waiting. He was old, she knew that. She knew what he was waiting for—the person he wanted to give the title, too—but he wasn't sure the time was right.
"I was surprised to see you here in Central." As the Fuher, he wouldn't have much time for visits. It was obvious he'd made time. He wasn't here to just see her though, she knew. He was here no doubt to see Roy and to check up on the previous Fuhers "son". The findings of two years ago had been disastrous, in which case had almost ended the Country.
"Just thought I'd stop by. After all, you're the only family I have left." Roy had told him everything that had happened. The truth behind Hughes' death. Riza getting her throat cut. Roy being forced to open the gate and then his blindness. The sacrifices that had almost ended the lives of not only Roy but Dr. Marcoh, Izumi and the Elric brothers. Then the ultimate battle.
"He still has the Philosophers Stone." It wasn't a question he was asking—he was stating a fact. Only a few trusted people knew Roy had it. He'd used it to give Havoc the ability to walk again. He trusted Roy. "Why doesn't he just heal his blindness with it?"
He saw the forlorn look on her face. Confusion, perhaps.
She didn't think less of Roy for his blindness. If anything, she thought more of him. "He says there are far more important things that the stone could be used for than using it on himself." She'd guarded him for years, watching his back. It was an injustice, having lost his sight as an exchange for opening the Gate. It didn't matter that it had been forced. Now, she was closer to him than ever. She was his eyes. If the need for battle ever rose, she guided his flames, giving him the direction to let loose.
The Philosophers Stone—the power—could only be used to an extent. It was the most powerful thing on earth but it had limits. What Roy wanted to do would take everything the stone had.
"He's a good man. He'll do great things." He didn't go further. He hoped to give Roy the mantle of Fuher—someday. He couldn't just do it on a whim. The weight of responsibility was great and even dangerous. He would have to have the ability to bring the Country around fully. And Roy could do that. It just wasn't time.
"I'm getting old, Riza. I'd like to have some Great-grandchildren before I die."
The words were so off topic, so abrupt that she stopped and glanced up at him. He was grinning broadly, his hands clasped behind his back. His eyes were amused but at the same time he was serious. She felt another smile tug at her lips. "I'm a soldier, Grandfather."
"They are plenty of soldier parents out there."
There was no war but there was still too much going on. Too many hits, too many rogues. She didn't want to bring a baby into this kind of life—not yet. "The life I lead, it's dangerous." She still had a promise to keep.
"The Colonel would make a good father." He approved of Roy altogether. Riza kept him in line and the Colonel would keep her safe at all costs—and any child of hers. Theirs. She cared for him, whether she would admit to it or not.
She glanced up at the blue sky, the white clouds floating overhead and shook her head. "No." Her voice was calm as ever, soft.
"Speaking of which, where is the Colonel?"
She did smile then, fully. Very amused. "He's back at HQ. He trains weekly. He wants to keep his Alchemy and senses sharp. I left someone to help him with the targets."
"How can I have such a mean but pretty Granddaughter, Riza?" He laughed and wrapped an arm around her shoulder, hugging her. Whoever she had left with Roy, she'd done it on purpose. He sighed then, the look on his face softening before growing serious. "I read Roy's letter. What he wants to do with the Philosophers Stone, it's dangerous." He paused. "But the people and the lives he would be saving…"
She nodded. He wanted to use the stone to give the Ishvolen people a chance again. He wanted to use the Philosophers Stone to rebuild the dessert for them, the homes that had once been there lives. To make it like it had been before the war. Stronger. Better. To make a stone, countless lives had been taken—Now Roy was saving countless lives using the stone. It was something that could take away any chances of him ever seeing again. She sighed softly—sadly.
"Keeping that Stone this long is dangerous." Grumman commented.
"Yes." She stated softly.
There was the potential threat of someone hearing of the stone and wanting it. Bad enough to steal it. The Philosophers Stone was power incarnated. Power could corrupt. No one was above it; they just had the choice of knowing right and wrong. When to give and when to take. When to keep and when to let go.
"He'll do it, Grandfather." Like you said, she thought, he's a good man. Even good men strode from their path though. She closed her eyes for a moment, the gentle breeze ruffling her hair. The thought was there. No one was indestructible, no one was above approach. With the power of the stone, Roy could just as easily fall off that path. She ignored the twist of her stomach as she remembered her promise. If he ever fell from his path, she would shoot him.
"You keep an eye on him, baby girl. Watch both of your backs as long as that Stone is in existence. You've met your match in that man, or rather, he's met his." Before she could reply to that he hugged her. "Now get back to that man. He's probably going crazy without you. By the way, who did you leave him with?"
Her lips curved upward into an amused smile. "Havoc."
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"So he still has it, then?" Fuher Grumman looked down at his Granddaughter—Riza Hawkeye—as she kept pace with him, strolling through the Central park.
"Yes, sir."
He was proud of his Granddaughter. She'd been through hell and back, only to be put there again. But she'd come out stronger than ever. She was strong-willed and beautiful. She hadn't strayed from the path she'd chosen years ago, one that could have resulted in her death. It hadn't come down to that though. For almost two years now the Military Commands were recuperating from the almost disastrous events of Bradley.
"Is Havoc still up on his feet?" Still smoking, too, probably.
"Yes, sir."
He almost grinned at the strict, respectful way she spoke to him. As a soldier, she was one of the best. But she was still his Granddaughter. "No need for the formality, Riza. It's just me and my Granddaughter, today."
She smiled, her gaze straight forward. "Yes, Grandfather. Havoc is still up on his feet."
She hadn't seen Grumman—her Grandfather—in almost two years. When he'd become Fuher he'd started to turn the Country around in the direction where it should be. He had started the ignition of change and left it waiting. He was old, she knew that. She knew what he was waiting for—the person he wanted to give the title, too—but he wasn't sure the time was right.
"I was surprised to see you here in Central." As the Fuher, he wouldn't have much time for visits. It was obvious he'd made time. He wasn't here to just see her though, she knew. He was here no doubt to see Roy and to check up on the previous Fuhers "son". The findings of two years ago had been disastrous, in which case had almost ended the Country.
"Just thought I'd stop by. After all, you're the only family I have left." Roy had told him everything that had happened. The truth behind Hughes' death. Riza getting her throat cut. Roy being forced to open the gate and then his blindness. The sacrifices that had almost ended the lives of not only Roy but Dr. Marcoh, Izumi and the Elric brothers. Then the ultimate battle.
"He still has the Philosophers Stone." It wasn't a question he was asking—he was stating a fact. Only a few trusted people knew Roy had it. He'd used it to give Havoc the ability to walk again. He trusted Roy. "Why doesn't he just heal his blindness with it?"
He saw the forlorn look on her face. Confusion, perhaps.
She didn't think less of Roy for his blindness. If anything, she thought more of him. "He says there are far more important things that the stone could be used for than using it on himself." She'd guarded him for years, watching his back. It was an injustice, having lost his sight as an exchange for opening the Gate. It didn't matter that it had been forced. Now, she was closer to him than ever. She was his eyes. If the need for battle ever rose, she guided his flames, giving him the direction to let loose.
The Philosophers Stone—the power—could only be used to an extent. It was the most powerful thing on earth but it had limits. What Roy wanted to do would take everything the stone had.
"He's a good man. He'll do great things." He didn't go further. He hoped to give Roy the mantle of Fuher—someday. He couldn't just do it on a whim. The weight of responsibility was great and even dangerous. He would have to have the ability to bring the Country around fully. And Roy could do that. It just wasn't time.
"I'm getting old, Riza. I'd like to have some Great-grandchildren before I die."
The words were so off topic, so abrupt that she stopped and glanced up at him. He was grinning broadly, his hands clasped behind his back. His eyes were amused but at the same time he was serious. She felt another smile tug at her lips. "I'm a soldier, Grandfather."
"They are plenty of soldier parents out there."
There was no war but there was still too much going on. Too many hits, too many rogues. She didn't want to bring a baby into this kind of life—not yet. "The life I lead, it's dangerous." She still had a promise to keep.
"The Colonel would make a good father." He approved of Roy altogether. Riza kept him in line and the Colonel would keep her safe at all costs—and any child of hers. Theirs. She cared for him, whether she would admit to it or not.
She glanced up at the blue sky, the white clouds floating overhead and shook her head. "No." Her voice was calm as ever, soft.
"Speaking of which, where is the Colonel?"
She did smile then, fully. Very amused. "He's back at HQ. He trains weekly. He wants to keep his Alchemy and senses sharp. I left someone to help him with the targets."
"How can I have such a mean but pretty Granddaughter, Riza?" He laughed and wrapped an arm around her shoulder, hugging her. Whoever she had left with Roy, she'd done it on purpose. He sighed then, the look on his face softening before growing serious. "I read Roy's letter. What he wants to do with the Philosophers Stone, it's dangerous." He paused. "But the people and the lives he would be saving…"
She nodded. He wanted to use the stone to give the Ishvolen people a chance again. He wanted to use the Philosophers Stone to rebuild the dessert for them, the homes that had once been there lives. To make it like it had been before the war. Stronger. Better. To make a stone, countless lives had been taken—Now Roy was saving countless lives using the stone. It was something that could take away any chances of him ever seeing again. She sighed softly—sadly.
"Keeping that Stone this long is dangerous." Grumman commented.
"Yes." She stated softly.
There was the potential threat of someone hearing of the stone and wanting it. Bad enough to steal it. The Philosophers Stone was power incarnated. Power could corrupt. No one was above it; they just had the choice of knowing right and wrong. When to give and when to take. When to keep and when to let go.
"He'll do it, Grandfather." Like you said, she thought, he's a good man. Even good men strode from their path though. She closed her eyes for a moment, the gentle breeze ruffling her hair. The thought was there. No one was indestructible, no one was above approach. With the power of the stone, Roy could just as easily fall off that path. She ignored the twist of her stomach as she remembered her promise. If he ever fell from his path, she would shoot him.
"You keep an eye on him, baby girl. Watch both of your backs as long as that Stone is in existence. You've met your match in that man, or rather, he's met his." Before she could reply to that he hugged her. "Now get back to that man. He's probably going crazy without you. By the way, who did you leave him with?"
Her lips curved upward into an amused smile. "Havoc."
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