Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ Remembering You ❯ Admitting the Loss ( Chapter 5 )

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-sigh- I suppose I shall write the beginning of this while I wait for my slideshow to load into a video. And then onto Youtube. The process takes forever. Thank you all for your lovely comments and reading along!!! I luff you all so much!

 

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The world surrounding Roy dropped away and what was left was a barren wasteland. It seemed as if nothing could exist there. His eyes burned and watered slightly as a wind stirred, seemingly coming from nowhere. Sands rose from the ground to scratch as his arms and mingle in his lashes. Some escaped into his obsidian gaze, hands raising to quickly working them out. Blinking a few times, he steadied his vision enough to open his eyes again.

 

But then, just as he opened them, his world seemed to be clouded with red. A giant curtain had settled over his surroundings and thrown him into utter confusion. This color seemed to have come from nowhere. And the eerie thing about it... It wasn't just red. It was the deep, recognizable color of crimson blood red.

 

He shivered, not from the cold, but from fear. He was seeing blood, everywhere. Reaching across his frame, hands clutched at his arms and he cradled himself. He was so scared and hoping against all hope, that something would shake him from this horrible dream. No, not a dream. Nightmare.

 

The sands swirled around him again, each a small dagger reaching out to stab at his skin. He was being surrounded and there was no way out. He tried to yell, to scream, but nothing came out. Everything seemed blocked and refused to come out.

 

Shaking his head, and squeezing his eyes shut, he tried to escape this horrid nightmare. Gradually, he found himself sinking to the ground, arms still wrapped around his torso. He felt so helpless, something that he hated to be. But it seemed as if his red colored nightmare was only beginning.

 

As if summoned from nowhere, a shriek high enough to crack glass, wretched through the still air. It almost gave him a headache, and more then anything else, he wanted it to go away. The scream was coming from someone that seemed to be in a world of pain. Screaming out for help because they were in a completely hopeless state. And so he tried, desperately, to do anything in his power to get rid of it.

 

He tried screaming back, with the same result as before. No sound was emitted from him. It was utterly hopeless. Curling tightly on the ground, he tried desperately to seal everything out. To let the world escape him and be gone.

 

A little surprised, he felt something sticky coating his hands. A strange pungent stench had wafted up to meet his nostrils and opening his eyes, his first sight was his hands. Somehow, they had been coated with layers and layers of blood, slowly rotting to smell of a dead and bleeding body. Throwing them into the gritty sand, trying anything to get the blood away, he closed his eyes again. And just... made a wish. Opening them again, gaze flicked to the sand and his buried hands. Taking them out slowly, he was relieved to see nothing. Then, in seconds, blood started to bubble from his skin, and drip down. Soon, his hands were covered again, the flow never stopped, flooding the area around him with a sticky grotesque lake.

 

This time he did yell. He yelled and swore and yelled some more. The shouts kept coming and it split his headache in two, so much that his vision dotted with white blurs. Screaming more, he wanted to get it all away and as the headache rapidly increased so did the white dots. Everything was almost gone. The white had almost taken over his vision... Only a little bit more...

 

Roy jolted up right in the motel bed drenched in his own sweat. He realized he was yelling loudly and shut his mouth to stop anything else from coming out. Breathing heavily, he looked to either side, making sure he was back to reality. With a shaky sigh, he concluded that it was just a nightmare and the room around him was real. Looking back up he was surprised to see Riza looked down at him with an extremely concerned face. She had apparently been calling his name profusely, but to no avail. He hadn't responded.

 

“Roy! Are you ok? You were shouting and screaming things like `make it go away' when I got out of the shower.”

 

He tried to remember back as far as he could. The warehouse. And then getting to the motel… And then he must have gone to sleep because he couldn't remember her ever going to get in the shower. But her hair was dripping wet, so apparently she had. Thankfully she had clothed.

 

Currently sitting, Riza stood and her expression changed from concern, to enrage. Now to get to the bottom of why she had come out here. That… hideous red mark on the back of her wrist, right below her palm. There was no point in assuming he did it. It was only person around when she… died. Had she /really/ died? It was hard to tell since Riza couldn't remember any details after her fight with Lust and before she woke to find Roy on the warehouse floor.

 

Roy noticed the change in her emotions and dared ask the question. “Are you o--“

 

“Hell no!” she raged. If any of the others working under Roy Mustang were there, all would be speechless. None of them had ever seen her yell at the Colonel. Sure, she threatened him with guns and shoved paperwork on him. And yeah, she would raise her voice every so often, but never yell directly at him.

 

Roy also looked taken aback, although not for the same reason. From what he /could/ remember, it seemed as if he'd done nothing wrong to her. So he was fairly confused with the outburst and narrowed his eyes, a sign for her to go on.

 

Riza raised the Ouroboros to his face, letting him get a good look. “Do you mind telling me what the hell did you?” She was still loud, almost yelling. But she wasn't one to stay angry long and so after a few quick breaths, her tones started to even out. And her infuriating gaze softened, prompting him for an answer.

 

“What's that?” he asked, pointing at the mark.

 

“You know damn well! All those reports on the Homunculus and the Gate. I'm pretty sure you can tell me all about this!”

 

Roy stared at the mark and thought back to a time where he might have known his mark and what it meant. But… nothing came to him. There was a familiar blockade and nothing could get past it. Not even a hint so he could so much as guess.

 

“I… I don't know.”

 

“Don't lie to me!”

 

Roy ran his hands through his hair and looked up at her with an annoyed expression. As they met eyes, he sighed and looked away again. She really wanted to know was all. And he couldn't help her.

 

“I… I don't know Riza Hawkeye. I really don't know what that is. And to be truthfully honest with you, I'm not quite sure who I am.” This time, he looked up with a sad, almost longing expression.

 

Riza's hand found her mouth and she gaped at him as he admitted to it. The fact that he couldn't remember a thing at all. There was no joke to it. She could tell by the way he gazed at her. The hurt and extreme sorrow in his voice. And the frown he had. The frown he only wore when extremely frustrated or on the rare occasions that he was depressed.

 

“You really… don't know do you?” She fell back down onto the bed, the news of everything too much for her to take in at the moment. Memory loss. But how had that happened? Leaning down, she let her head fall into opened hands and she released a restrained groan. This was up to her to figure out since he couldn't remember a thing. Course, there were a few things that happened in the past twenty-four hours that she couldn't remember either.

 

And then it hit her! Opening her eyes, the blood red mark glared back at her, quite clear on her pale skinned wrist.

 

“You're memory… for my… life,” she muttered. It seemed like the only reasonable explanation for the matter, and yet so wickedly impossible, she almost refused to believe it. But what else could it be? Starting from that time where she woke up. No, not woke up. She had finally formed as a `human' looking creature again. So then after she formed… That was when he had started to act curious. Then, it was true.

 

Turning to look at him, his gaze had dropped back down to his hands which were clutched together so tightly, knuckles were white. Reaching over, she rested her own hand on his. Looking up, the two stared at each other for a moment as if in a silent understanding.

 

Something had happened. And neither one of them knew what it was. But they would have to work together and figure it out. And everything that had happened… was going to happen, was going to be kept between the two. And that's when it started. The book to all their dirty little secrets together.

 

 

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-waves- Look!!!! I made my November deadline by half an hour! That means I don't have to write two chappies for December. Yea!!!! Well... I guess that's great for me. Not you. Keep reading!

 

I will say though. My plot writer is making me another one to a Havocai story and now I'll have to jumble the two, so my updates might be a little slower then they already are. Maybe not... She's also working on the trilogy plot to this. Yes, it is a trilogy. Lovely huh?