Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ Remembering You ❯ Aftermath ( Chapter 4 )

Disclaimer: Yep, I've still had no luck at owning Fullmetal Alchemist. Trust me, if I had, Roy and Riza would have fucked in the end and been happy.

 

Author's Note: Well! It's October, so I suppose you get your chapter. This was hell and took me all month to write. Although the rough draft got me some huge points for an English assignment. So yeah… This is also put up to prove to Taisa that I write worse then him. =P Anyway, enjoy.

 

 

Pain. That seemed to be the only thing would register in his mind. Just the sheer feeling of all over aching. Everything hurt, from head to toe. Not even a finger could lift without him muttering a curse. But why? Why did it hurt so much? Hell, he didn't even care anymore. He just wanted to get it over with and not feel anything again.

 

Eyes fluttered open in hopes to see something that would toggle back an idea of where he was. But as obsidian pools opened to look up, they saw nothing except the grey haze of the ceiling above. Fuck, that hadn't helped. Everything was new to him. A mystery set into play right before him.

 

Groaning a little, he shifted his weight to look off to his side. But in his line of vision was a surprise he hadn't expected. A soft gasp passed through his pale lips as he fought against his every being to move a little closer. Everything else didn't matter because right now, all his thoughts were centered towards her. And `her' looked liked his dead Lieutenant lying next to him. Lieutenant? Where did that come from? She was Riza Hawkeye, but it was as if there was a wall blocking all further train of thought. Hell, maybe she was in the military for all he knew.

 

“Riza,” he mumbled, voice barely audible. His heart skipped a beat as he saw no response from the woman. Desperate to find that she was still alive in some way, he moved closer and shook her softly. All his former agony was pushed aside by her single dead looking form.

 

“Riza, please,” he was now begging her. Still no response. His shakes got a little harder now in his desperation to wake her. But the gunslinger seemed reluctant to listen. She lay there, motionless, and making to notion that she was alive.

 

Roy stared at her for a few long seconds before dropping his head to the ground. He felt horrible and this made it even worse. How could she be dead! And how had she died?! A fist collided with the ground with little effort, most of his energy gone from just creeping over to her side. Hand rose again and was half way down when he stopped. He had heard something.

 

Looking up, his eyes widened a little as he saw Riza open her eyes briefly before closing them again. A great feeling of relief washed over him and he about threw himself forward.

 

“Roy….. Colonel…..” were her only words. Left hand reached up to grasp her forehead. It felt like someone was splitting it in half. And as she opened her eyes, they watered from the feeling. Arms hurt, legs ached, and stomach felt… Oh god.

 

Leaning away from him to the best of her ability, she blew a load onto the ground. Coughing a little, she wiped her mouth and moved away from the stench. Sitting up and grabbing her head again, she surveyed their surroundings. Taking it all, her jaw slowly started to gape. She remembered it all…. Or most of it anyway.

 

She and Roy had been fighting Lust. And he had been badly wounded. Then… the Homunculus had struck and… it all went blank. From the point, she could remember nothing. It was all a blur of reds and whites… purple.

 

Shaking her head slightly, she turned to look behind her. Light poured in through the cracks of the building. The bright glint caught her straight in the eye and she winced. The blinding light only heightened her headache.

 

Roy watched her every movement, while staying still himself. It was a chore to sit up for him, energy already drained. But what surprised him the most was when she pushed onto her feet and stood up. Her balance was way off and she nearly fell over again. But, with a little bit of concentration, she was able to get everything under control. Looking down at him, she held out a hand.

 

“What?” he asked her as if she was crazy. They couldn't go anywhere. He was coated in blood, a fact he had just realized moments ago, and neither were very stable.

 

“Colonel, we must get out of here before and if the enemy returns,” was her educated response. She had already gathered the information by glancing at the splatters of blood and things she remembered.

 

“Colonel….?” He muttered towards no one in particular. Why was she calling him Colonel? And who were they running from? What enemy? Return? They had been here once already? As he desperately tried to reach for the answers, there was the road block again. He tried everything to somehow get past, but nothing was coming and he was still totally clueless. But nonetheless, he took her hand and after a moment of hard work, was standing.

 

Riza was looking out for both of them now. They were far from Central HQ so they would have to stay… somewhere. Not to mention, they would have to get there first. Gathering up Roy's arm, she wound it around her shoulders. He seemed to be in worse condition then her.

 

Together, and with an extreme effort, they both hobbled towards a hole leading outside where the sun was beating down, soaking up all the drops of water from the downpour nights before.

 

Every step for Riza was a new wave of pain over her body. Headache was steadily growing worse and at times, she could remember her vision slowly clotting to dots of white. But it was all pushed aside as she continued on with her goal. And at the moment, that was to get them both to safety and where to rest.

 

Roy didn't remember much of their journey out of the warehouse and down the empty streets. Riza had said a few sparse words about finally getting somewhere, but nothing too much was said. He was then led to another building, what it was, he didn't have the faintest clue. But at the moment, he was putting all his trust in her.

 

Apparently, it was a place to stay, because the next thing he knew, se was collapsed on a bed. His eyes closed against his will. He was so tired and all he wanted to do at the moment was sleep it all away. All the agony and sores on his body. All the many questions that were starting to bubble up in his mind. He just wanted to sleep. And that was exactly what he did.

 

Lifting a blanket over his body, Riza allowed him the rest both he and she desperately deserved. But for her, it wouldn't come. Her whole body was coated in grit and she could just feel blood encrusted to her blond strands. Opening some drawers she was able to produce a shirt two times her size and pants that luckily fit her.

 

Taking one more look to make sure Roy was ok, she snuck to the bathroom. Closing the door behind her, she turned on the hot water and set out a towel for afterwards. Peeling away the ragged and dirty clothing, she stepped into the hot water. Shivering as it first made contact, her mouth let out a sigh. It felt good to relax.

 

Leaning back, she ran her hands through her hair. It was like she could feel the blood wash away down the drain. Slowly, she was becoming clean again, and it was a good feeling.

 

Turning, she brought her hands to her face and brushed them softly over her cheeks. Rubbing her hands together, she stood still and just let the water run over her. Everything was going to be ok from here on…

 

Something odd caught her eye and she looked down. There as something red on the back of her wrist, right below her palm. Looking closing she found it to be a deep crimson color, the color of blood.

 

Gasping, she scrubbed hard at her skin, wanting to be away from every ounce of blood. But no matter what she did, it wouldn't go away. Her nails dug so deep into her skin it actually started to trickle with real blood. But that crimson circle still remained. Eyes widened to look a little closer.

 

Yet again, she gasped and slowly, fell back against the tile wall. Gradually, she started to let her knees go and was sitting on the marble bottom, staring wide eyed at her wrist. There, stained onto her skin in blood red, was a cursed symbol. Edward had said it in a report once, and many times it had been in Roy's left over paperwork. She knew very well what it was. …What she was. It was the Ouroboros mark which only meant… The dreaded news crept onto her and pounced without warning. She was a Homunculus… And no doubt, Roy was her creator.

 

 

OHHHH! She knows. Anyway, I wrote this at 4 in the morning, so sorry if it's really bad. Anyway... expect at least one chapter next month. Love you all!!!