It was dark.
And it was rainy.
And he was useless in the rain.
Riza Hawkeye stared at the prostate form on the ground. Eyes shut, hair flipped out of his face, the rain washing away purple-red blood. A shallow breath.
Five seconds...
Another breath. Riza dropped to her knees in the mud. She stared, almost afraid to touch him. Her only love in life. And now she was about to lose him.
No! She thought desperately as she tried to roll him over on his back, to examine the damage. She gasped. Half his abdomen, or at least it appeared half, was ripped away. The delicate tissue was in chunks and fragments, the veins visible through the last layer of dermis.
The delicate veins that were ripped.
She gasped. In all her years as a military operative she had not seen something as heartbreakingly terrifying as the scene that lay before her. The man she had given her whole life to was now draining away. She wished that she could give her life, really, to him.
The homunculus had done its share. Her colonel, the one man she could love and would love, had been ripped to shreds.
Ten seconds...
"Roy…Roy…wake up!" she said firmly as she tried to lull him back to consciousness. His remaining, undamaged onyx eye fluttered open. It stared at her for a long, luscious moment. For one moment, she had hope.
"R…R…Riza." Mustang choked out, the blood forming some sort of blockade in his throat. Riza clutched his hand tighter, willing the heat it once bore to come back. She would have screamed, but her throat seemed oh so dry.
"Roy…please, hang on." She begged. Her eyes looked pleadingly into his one good eye. It was terrifying, the first time he had seen her cry. Seen those dark red-brown eyes flood with tears. See the weakness in them as she fell to the ground next to him, sobbing.
"Before I…before I…go…I…I want to tell you something." Roy said, as loudly as he could muster. Riza knelt as close as she could to Roy's face, hoping what he was about to say was not his dying words.
"Riza," Roy said hoarsely, "Riza…I…thanks for…for everything and…and…" he took a breath, a painful one. Pain crossed his features.
"I love you."
He was shocked by the pressure of her lips on his, and saddened. The first time they kissed would be the last time. But he was happy, she would be the last woman he had in his arms. And the only woman he ever loved.
