Title: A Hawk's Eyes
Summary: The series ends with Roy Mustang's untimely death. In a fit of grief, his lieutenant raises him from the grave but what she gets back isn't Roy and what it wants from her is an entirely different matter.
Rating: T+ for dark themes
Pairing: Royai
Disclaimer: After all this time, no, I still do not own FMA
Warning: Major character death, slight x-over themes from the manga and the anime. (revamped)
Day 1
Roy Mustang is dead. Not by some unknown assailant's hand, nor in a glorious battle where he emerged triumphant only to collapse a moment later. No, he was killed by a stray bullet ricocheting off of the late Colonel Archer's face. Hawkeye received no charges but was demoted to the rank of Second Lieutenant, a mar in her clean record.
The nation grieves for a fine man, a soldier, an alchemist lost to the throes of death.
Yet none of this matters when other men, close friends, strangers, carries Mustang's coffin towards a pit in the ground, symbolically placing it right next to Brigadier General Hughes's grave. They will be best friends to the end.
She can hear Havoc next to her whispering 'Take good care of him'. She throws a red rose into the grave, an action mimicked by many other people. The scarlet petals are a startling contrast against the solid wood. A shovel full of dirt soon follows. Hawkeye can't keep herself from crying.
Day 2
The rain streams down in lukewarm rivulets. The air is fogged with haze, and Riza can almost imagine Roy crying. She cries as well. Riza Hawkeye cries for the man who cannot.
Day 3
Farman drives her to the cemetery. She dismisses him after a few words.
She does not answer the inquiring gaze that lingers after her as he drives away, and she walks up the familiar hill, a favorite haunt of the late Brigadier General Roy Mustang.
On top are two graves amongst many others; two graves in a field of tombstones, side by side.
She peers down at the most recent one, sculpted from marble and covered by flower petals. The day is still gray. Yesterday's air hadn't dried yet. She rearranges the flowers on both graves and leaves.
Day 4
She buys two bottles of ink, both jet black in color. She also buys a fine pen and sheets of lavender scented paper.
She writes letters, even to Black Hayate napping at her feet. Only the first ink bottle is opened, the second remains sealed on her desk. There is a mountain of shredded paper in the trashcan.
Black Hayate sneezes.
Day 5
Mail arrives; a pre-ordered package. A jewel studded locket with an empty space inside for a picture, or something else entirely. She hasn't decided what to put in yet. It's all she can do but break down as she opens the package.
The locket is beautiful. Gold in color and spangled with garnet and other red and umber gems she cannot name. Her name is engraved on the back.