A/N: I thought I'd contribute to the FMA fandom since there isn't nearly enough fanfiction to go around! At the moment I'm writing drabbles instead of multi-chaptered fics/one shots since I seem to be better at them, and that I've yet to come up with a plot that will feed my FMA obsessed self. Royai is my love ship, as you can see, and I hope I've done them justice. :)
Disclaimer: I don't own FMA, nor do I gain any monetary profit from it.
001. Air
Some men chalk it up to his experience with women. Some women attribute it to the fear he developed from the lieutenant. Everybody else carry a conspiratorial smile whenever they pass Roy and Riza. They would speak, and he would listen. But only another question would be born from the discussion.
Roy knows it's all true and untrue. He was never good with women (as rumours falsely dictate), and the only fear he has felt is fear for the lieutenant.
It's the blinding sparks in the air that tells Roy she's around. He will always know.
He smiles. She's here.
002. Earth
If the Earth could swallow her up, Lieutenant Hawkeye wished it were now.
She had never shown anyone this part of her before, and just because it was important it didn't mean she would get any less embarrassed. She had always been practical and reasonable, and this moment couldn't be any more of a perfect test of her practical character, but the way Roy traced his fingers along her bare spine made her feel he was meant to have this moment.
She was only entrusting him of her father's knowledge, yet it felt as if he had taken her soul.
003. Fire
He wasn't the Flame Alchemist for nothing.
He could take on the Homunculi and live, because his fire could only grow with each fight. He could wipe out the entire Ishbalan race and sleep at night because he had first and foremost surrendered himself to his own inferno. He could smile in Gracia's presence and not feel guilt because he had long lost his heart in the blaze of revenge.
He wasn't the Flame Alchemist for nothing.
But sometimes, he will cry, and stand in the rain for too long. Sometimes, he will pretend there's no fire. None at all.
004. Water
Sometimes he would go home.
To a flat five blocks away from the office, tucked away in the far left corner of the fourth floor where a certain lieutenant resides.
She offers no comfort, and gives no water to douse the black fires of his fears, but he doesn't mind it. She can't ever make him forget, (not when they carry the same eyes, the same sin, the same guilt, the same end, the same of everything) but he doesn't mind it. The selfish thought that he will not be alone in Hell is enough to lull him to sleep.
005. Spirit.
It is during his temporary trip to oblivion that Riza confesses her own fears.
It is so she doesn't have to lie when he asks why she is crying. It is so she doesn't have to pretend she doesn't know what she's doing when she's too aware of her own wish to die. It is so she can hold on to the selfish thought that perhaps Roy, sir, you can hear me when I tell you I need you to stay here for a little while longer?
It gives her the strength to protect his back when the time arrives.
A/N: I love happy endings, but I seem to excel in angst...
Constructive criticism, ahoy!