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Guilty Part 2

Parallel Lines Guilty Part Two.

 

Slowly I raised my hands to the back of his head, unsure of what to do. Roy wasn’t exactly crying, it was more of a gasping, choking like he was drowning.

Tears were welling in my eyes though, threatening to spill over. This man had been a pillar of strength for me nearly my entire life and seeing that pillar crumble was physically and mentally jarring. My hands shook as I tugged at his soft black hair gently, pulling him away from my neck. His dark eyes avoided my own, fixing on the coffee table.

“Roy,” I whispered, surprised to find my voice steady. “Roy, look at me.”

He ignored me, his eyes drifting shut.

I tugged at his hair sharply to get his attention. His eyes snapped open, focusing on me and he gave a slight hiss.

“It is not your fault.” I said clearly and firmly. He didn’t answer me, his eyes full of depression and self-loathing. I felt the sudden urge to slap him. Instead I gave his hair another tug.

“Did you hear me?!” I demanded with a weak glare.

“You shouldn’t take this so lightly!” He snarled, suddenly angry. He leapt of the couch, tearing his hair from my fingers.

I gaped at him.

“Are you kidding me!? It’s not like you’re the one who hurt me! Its not like I’m even badly hurt!” I growled in return.

“It was my fault! I shouldn’t have taken you with me in the first place! You just a women-“ Mustang froze, realising what he had said a moment too late.

If I had a gun on me I would have shot him.

-*- Roys Perspective -*-

“What did you say?” Riza's voice could have frozen lava.

I swallowed dryly, trying to think of a way out of the fast approaching horror movie murder.  If Riza had been angry before she was beyond furious now. Her usually kind brown eyes were now cold, her posture was stiff and scary-still. I took a small steep back, thanking my lucky stars that she didn’t have a gun on her right now.

Looking around desperately for a distraction I spotted Black Haiatai running silently from the room and disappearing, tail between his legs, into the kitchen.

Traitor of men.

“What did you say?” Her voice was cold, completely devoid of emotion  but carrying the promise of violence. She was giving me a chance to change my answer, to make it even the slightest bit less insulting.

“Uhmm…” I said, stalling for time. I took another step back.

“How dare you.” She whispered. Riza was damn scary when she was angry. No wonder Havoc and the others always had their paper work done in time.

“N-now Riza, let’s not get too violent, I have to work tommor-AHHH!” I gave a terrified, embarrassingly un-masculine scream of horror as she launched herself at me, knocking me to the ground and pinning me there by sitting on my chest, her shapely legs either side of me.

“Please don’t kill me!” I roared, squirming.

“Oh I won’t,” She whispered, giving a small, cold smile. “Not straight away at least.”

I opened my mouth to reply but froze when I noticed something. Looking behind her I located the abandoned dressing gown she had been wearing moments earlier.

I swallowed heavily.

Riza Hawkeye, the woman nearly every non-commissioned and commissioned officer had fantasized about at least once was sitting atop me, in nothing but a pair of matching white panties and bra.

I could feel a nose bleed coming on.

YAY ! New chapter ! I think that’s my first upload of 2012 !

I have no excuse for not uploading for so long other than laziness. Forgive me ? And yeah, this is really short but im going to add a part 3 to Guilty later