A/N: It's been awhile since I've been in the fanfiction world so please bear with me. If you have read the RPG try-outs in the open chat section you would know these two drabbles are my try-out samples. I thought they counted as drabbles so might aswell post it here. If there is a small error please tell me so I can fix my grammar.
Special thanks to:
Florence- A good friend who edited my work
Tokage- She has inspired me to write.
Slash- Well he was there =P
Riza stared at the papers piling up on her desk, this is what she got for feeling sorry for Roy, again he had procrastinated and left all the paperwork at the last minute. She really disliked it when he did, Riza was an organized person, she didn't like things that were unpredictable and liked to have everything in order. Unfortunately Roy was unpredictable and possibly a man who had the brain of a three year old at the time.
Riza knew that she couldn't stare at the paperwork on her desk forever so she grabbed a pen that was neatly place beside her and started signing the sheets right away. Her mind could not help but run back to a thought of Roy. He was so unpredictable at times and yet, she held him dear to her heart. She disliked disorganized things and hated when she couldn't read people but at the same time she was drawn to Roy. She would never admit to him though that even she couldn't read him like a book. She smiled; life would be too boring if she could read Roy all the time.
She just realized that she had gone twenty minutes without checking in on him. Her head gently lifted up from its position to Roy's desk which was across from hers.
"He is probably dozing off." Riza thought silently to herself, as most of the time she was correct. She saw a sleeping Roy drooling, and wearing fake glasses. Roy really needed better tricks. Did he honestly believe he could get away? Riza was getting better at reading Roy most of the time and that's what counted. Riza slowly reached for a gun in her left gun holder and smiled.
Roy stared at the broad window in his office, droplets of rain were pouring in a steady beat hitting the ground like little rocks. At times like these, his memories of war came flooding back to his mind. Particularly one memory in the war that plagued his mind was a night in Ishbal. That night it had rained blood, the state alchemists were ordered to destroy towns that were going against the military. Roy had encountered a family of four, the breadwinner had been a major planner in killing countless soldiers, and Roy had been ordered to 'take care' of the family. He remembered the look of plead in the children’s eyes to let them live, to let them play, to let them eat, and to let them have their father back who had been killed by another state alchemist. Roy would never forget the look of hatred in their eyes as he approached them. Roy had hesitated to snap his fingers, because his mind was so entranced by the thought of killing these innocent kids. He never even noticed the sound of rain beating on the roof while thinking back on that dreadful night. The next thing he knew his fingers had snapped, tears streamed down his cheeks and corpses lay in front of him. The next thing he remembered was walking in the rain as it tried to wash away the pain and mistakes he had made. Roy hated the rain, he was useless in it.
"Roy, are you ok?" A stern voice called from the side of the room, it was Riza.
"No, I'm fine." He said smirking at her. He was useless but he could be put in some use so that family could rest in peace.