Descendant of Death (FMA FanFiction)

6: Feeling of a Father- Part 2

Hughes POV: back at the train station

When Roy finished talking to the Elrics, he turned on his heel and hurriedly walked away. After seeing his reaction to Maeve and how he spoke I knew he was a smarter man than I had previously thought. And I had thought him very smart indeed. "Hey! Slow up Roy!" I called to him, still feeling awed by her, so I sounded upbeat.

Roy didnt slow. Instead he picked up his pace and stormed to his car. Once there he got in and with a look (more of a glare) I knew I was in trouble and he wanted an explanation. I will have to tell him the truth. But I hope he realizes that I would not have been so secretive if I for sure knew it was her. I got in on the passenger side. The ride was quiet and tense.

Once at HQ, Roy still refused to talk and marched down to his staff offices. Once there he called to his second Lt. Riza Hawkeye and walked to his private office. Sitting down behind his desk, I slowly sat in one of the two chairs in front of him. Riza came in a minute later, and took the other one after shutting the door firmly behind her. She had to adjust herself for a bit because of the mini skirt that was now a mandatory thing for the female staff. Inwardly I sigh wishing that I had a second who would wear a mini skirt if I asked. I heard that she had pushed the uniforms in to be changed early this morning, and I suspect that Roy had pushed very hard for them to be implemented today.

"Hughes. What did you think of Maeve Morrigan?" Roy asked tiredly.

I knew that the research he tried to get on her led to legends and stories, that same ones I was told as a kid. And he was angry at how useless it was. My answer will most likely just frustrate him more. Oh well.

"I think she must have very pretty ears." I said simply.

Roy looked back at me sharply in disbelief. "What?"

"I meant only that if she unfolded her ears they would probably be quite pretty." I said this with a straight face. I am not joking now.

Riza and Roy looked at me with blank masks on. Which meant they were thinking deeply about something that they wanted to keep private.

Finally Riza spoke.

"Did you see something we didnt?" It wasn't a joke question.

"Yes"

Roy now."What?"

I then went on to explain everything that happened with Maeve that day, and my crazy suspicions.

When I was finished, they sat silently, thinking what this means for Amestris. She could be anything, a pillar of strength or as the legends warned, a massive force of unpredictable cruelty and power that has only one love: Chaos.

Riza: "How old are those stories about the Warlord of the Dead Lands?"

Catching onto her train of thought, I shuddered at how old that little girl really was.

"If we cant trust the stories, then to out East there are tales of her as recently as the Destruction of Xerxes which was over 400 years ago. And further than that in Xing there are accounts of her 600 years ago. And in Drachma its about five hundred. If the stories are to be trusted, then she is older that our historians can see back to. The oldest ones tell of her simply appearing as a babe with a bad temper, some say she fell from the heavens as a fireball that blew a crater into the earth and destroyed all life on our sister Continent." I reply. I'm glad I'm already sitting down, cuz I felt as if my head was dizzy, spinning around how old she is. How can one live so many years and stay intact? Answer: sacrifice your softness and become UN-breakably cold hearted and cruel. Remembering how young she looks, I think it's safe to assume that she killed a part of herself that she deemed unneeded and that loss halted her aging at 12-ish. I wonder what could have driven a 13 year old girl, human or not, to do such a thing. She seems to feel regret for that now, what with how she is asking for a deal with Roy instead of simply forcing us to obey.