[FMA Big Bang Fic] Chasing the Desert (2/9)
Title: Chasing the Desert
Author: bay115
Genre: Drama/Romance
Rating: R
Word Count: ~40,000
Pairing/Characters: Roy/Riza, Miles/Miles’s wife, Scar, Breda, Fuery, Maria Ross, Grumman, various other canon and original characters
Warnings: Language, some violence, mild sex, instances of discrimination over a fictional race/culture (in this case, the Ishvalans)
Summary: Once upon a time, there was a king and queen who wanted to set things straight…
Chasing the Desert
Chapter Two
Roy and Riza had left Central a week after the peace treaty was signed to go to Daliha, one of the Ishval districts reopened not long after the Promised Day passed. They were going to that particular area mainly because Scar (Roy still hadn’t thought of what he wanted to call him) and Lieutenant Colonel Miles (promoted recently, he reminded himself) were currently residing. From the reports the men had send to Roy, everything was going well already. He couldn’t wait to see it for himself.
Ross, Fuery, and Breda were not with their superior for this trip and instead were going to visit Gunja, another district recently reopened. Roy thought it was a good idea that his team split into two so that one group could visit one district while the other group visits the other. That way, they would know if the districts were progressing at the same pace.
During the train ride, he and Riza were busy discussing the latest report Miles and Scar had sent them. Apparently the harvesting of wheat and cotton were going well there and a new school was close to completion, the pre-enrollment seats already filled. Good news, so far. Roy was never a fan of long trips, but being in the same compartment and talking with Riza made the time pass by much faster.
Click-clack, click-clack, click-clack, click-clack, click-clack…
“There’s no mention of a set date when the school will be completed,” Roy said while reading the report. “Usually construction plans have a tentative date of when a project will be finished.”
“Turn the page,” Riza responded, not taking her eyes off from the same report. She then said matter-of-factly, “The school will be finished next month.”
The Brigadier General snorted after he did just that. “Oh, I see it now, thanks. I wonder if the teachers selected have thought of the lessons yet.”
“I’m sure the teachers have already planned them. It’s exciting to think that Ishvalan children will receive proper education soon.”
Roy agreed with a soft “hmm” sound and then became quiet, flipping through several more pages. He stopped at one page, interest showing in his features.
“Miles also mentioned that a library is being built and many Ishvalans will be donating books.”
“That’s nice.” She glanced up from the report in her hands to look at Roy, a tiny smile tugging at her lips. “Have you considered having the Central Library donate books as well? Perhaps the Fourth Branch might donate their classic literature books.”
“I’m thinking about that, yes. That’s one of the things I want to discuss with the men when the opportunity comes.”
Roy went back to looking at the report, only to have his mind drift to Miles and Scar. It seemed just yesterday he had met them.
It was over a month ago that Miles had met with him and Riza. It was almost evening, and Breda, Ross, and Fuery had left Roy’s office early, leaving him and the Captain to await their guest.
“I’m glad you could come here on such short notice,” Roy said, initiating the conversation.
“There are a few things we need to discuss before I leave for Ishval, correct, Brigadier General Mustang?”
The alchemist propped his elbows on his desk, lacing his fingers together and resting his chin atop them. “This won’t take long, but there are some issues I want to bring to your attention. I assume you’ll be going to various Ishvalan districts?”
“The ones that have been opened so far? Yes.” Miles smiled, but his face turned serious almost immediately. “Are you suggesting that I should send you progress reports once a month or so?”
“I actually want to be up to date on what’s going on, so I want mini progress reports by telegram every week. For the full reports, once a month sounds great. They should be on my desk before the twenty-fifth of every month.”
“I can manage that.”
The meeting continued for several more minutes and Roy was right when he said it would be a short one. They went on to discuss that the full reports should be mailed. Also, Roy and Riza would come visit the districts every few months to see some of the buildings planned for construction and the progress themselves. As soon as all the terms were agreed upon, Miles stood up and shook both Roy and Riza’s hands.
“It’s a pleasure talking with the both of you and I look forward to working with you.”
“We’re excited for your help too, Miles,” Riza said, both she and Roy smiling.
“Glad to hear it. Before I leave, though, I have one request.”
Roy raised both eyebrows. He wasn’t expecting Miles to have one ready, but wouldn’t mind it depending on the request, of course. “Oh, really? I’d love to hear it, do tell.”
“I want to bring Scar with me to Ishval,” Miles responded, no hesitation hinted in his voice. “He’s out in the hall now and would like to talk to you if you’re fine with that.”
Both Roy and Riza had shocked expressions written all over their faces. As far as they knew, Scar was missing and technically still on the wanted list. He being dead was another possibility. Still unsure what to think, Roy glanced at Riza, who had already calmed and was nodding. He looked back at Miles and gave him a genuine smile.
“Let me speak with him before I make my decision.”
“Thank you.” Miles bobbed his head a little before jerking it to the left and hollered, “All right, Scar, you can come in!”
Slow footsteps were heard and then Scar walked in. Roy looked at him for a while.
“It’s been a while since we last met,” Roy finally said.
“If you hadn’t used the Philosopher’s Stone to regain your eyesight back, then you wouldn’t have seen me now.”
Roy noted a grim tone when Scar spoke. His heart skipped a beat. Most likely Miles had told him how he got his eyesight back. A couple times he wondered if he made the right decision, knowing many Ishvalans would get mad at him for using their people’s blood. Reminding himself he did that for them made Roy more confident in his choice.
“Miles told me about it a couple days ago,” Scar explained. “I was quite shocked you would do that, especially after what you had done in Ishval.”
“I started with revising the Ishval policies right away while in the hospital, blind. Shortly after, Dr. Marcoh came and asked that I use the Stone to bring the Ishvalan’s land back and allow him to be their doctor. I could do it blind, but I know I could do so much more with my eyesight than without. I want to see the progress over Ishval and make amends with the people.”
“I’m sure you’re aware that my people won’t be too happy about that. They’ll think you’re taking advantage of them.”
Roy just nodded; he was well aware of the thin ice he was walking on.
“Roy Mustang, I may never forgive you for what you did during the Ishval Extermination, but I’m glad that you’re doing this. My master had said to me that you must become the change you wish to see in the world, and you’re doing just that.”
For the first time in the meeting, Roy smiled. “Thank you for understanding.”
“I’m confident Scar will help out greatly while we’re in Ishval together,” Miles said.
“I agree,” Riza said with a single nod.
“All right, it’s settled then. The both of you are to leave for Ishval by next week and update me on the progress of the rebuilding there,” Roy said to Miles and Scar.
“That won’t be a problem,” Scar said.
With everything agreed upon, everyone shook hands.
“Sir? Sir?”
Upon hearing Riza calling him, he swung his head and looked at her, blinking. “Huh?” he responded lazily. Roy assumed Riza was letting him know what else was written on the report when he wasn’t paying attention.
“You look like you had something on your mind.”
An embarrassed chuckle escaped him. “Oh, sorry. I was just thinking about our meeting with Miles and Scar several weeks ago. I’m looking forward to talking with them.”
“Me too. Need a break?”
“Probably.”
When the military officers were quiet, Roy turned his head to look out the window. The train passed through many rolling hills and grasslands, making him realize that soon there would be nothing but barren desert. Suddenly being reminded of something, Roy spoke in a causal manner.
“You know, I have been thinking about our past.”
Riza threw him a blank stare. “Really?”
“Well, a lot of people keep saying how our time at Ishval could be considered a great war story for a radio drama or novel.” Roy smiled a little. “I don’t consider it a war story.”
“You don’t?” Riza asked, arching an eyebrow. “What do you consider it then?”
“A love story.” Roy’s smile grew slightly wider.
It took a moment for the Captain’s face shift from bafflement to amusement. “A love story, huh? There was nothing between us back then, Gener… Roy.”
The Flame Alchemist stopped himself from snorting. Despite the both of them agreeing to say each other’s names when they’re alone, it seemed she was still trying her best to break off that habit. Then again, he too needed to get used to saying her name.
“Not in that kind of way, no,” Roy said before chuckling. “But I considered it one mainly because the main characters in the story knew one another before, and the desert makes a great setting.”
Riza had a gentle smile on her face and then said, “How about the part where those same people are now setting things straight?”
“That too.” He flashed her a silly grin.
Out of affection, Riza held onto his arm tight, kissed him lightly on his neck, and then rested her head on his shoulder. Soon they would be at Daliha but Roy sighed in delight, enjoying this quiet moment they were having.
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+++
The last time Roy was at Daliha he burned the whole district down. The snapping of his fingers, screams from the people that got caught in the flames, explosions louder than thunder… His stomach twisted at the memory. He and Riza were in a jeep truck, driven by one of the lower ranking officers. He had picked them up from the last train stop.
It was hard for Roy to believe that he was coming back to the area he had destroyed. Was this a good idea after all? He was excited to see how Daliha had progressed, only to suddenly remember what he had done during the truck ride. Roy tried his best not to show any horror on his face, which seemed to be working as Riza didn’t say anything.
When the short trip was over, the solider parked the truck in front of a nearby building made of brick. Roy and Riza got out of the vehicle and already Miles was approaching them.
“Captain Hawkeye, Brigadier General Mustang! Glad you two could come!” Miles yelled and then waved at them.
“Lieutenant Colonel Miles!” Roy greeted back. As soon as he and Riza came closer to Miles, the men shook hands. “So we’ll be going to see Scar again?”
“Yes, but not right away. I actually want the both of you to see the construction of the school building first.”
“The school building?” Riza said, her voice appearing to be of mild interest.
Miles nodded and then looked at Roy. “How about you, Mustang? Are you fine with it?”
Instantly, Roy nodded. “Yes. Lead us there.”
+++
Riza had counted how many steps it took from the parked jeep to the construction site of the school, which was exactly five hundred. She didn’t think it was such a long walk.
The moment Riza laid her eyes on the school, her face slipped into an amazed expression. The school was still in the beginning stages, but she already imagined it looking stunning. There were many Ishvalans working on the building, each one busy with something. Riza glanced at Roy, seeing him just as astounded as she was.
“There was an overwhelming number of Ishvalans who want to help with building the school,” Miles said. “The Ishvalan children weren’t able to get a proper education after the Ishval Extermination.”
“I know,” Roy said. Riza saw him frown and lower his head a little. “None of the schools in Amestris would allow them in. All of the schools in Ishval were destroyed, so there was nowhere else they could go to. They had to live in poverty as social outcasts.”
“At the moment we have makeshift classrooms, so those will make do until the school is complete.”
Riza bit her lip. She was a firm believer that everyone should have a proper education, and it disgusted her how the Ishvalan children weren’t given a chance for one after before now. Once this school building was finished, all of that would change.
“This is a hopeful sight to see,” she said with a smile. “I can’t wait for the school to be finished.”
Roy nodded and wore the same smile as Riza. “Me too. I’m sure the children will be happy with this.”
+++
After Miles had shown the construction site to Roy and Riza, he led them to one area of the district where there were several small clay houses scattered around. It seemed that most of the dwellings had been fixed since the start of the Ishval revision. The Captain was curious about this spot, but Miles was already one step ahead of her.
“This is one of the neighboring areas of Daliha. Scar is waiting for us here.”
“Why this particular place?” Riza asked, quirking an eyebrow.
Miles adjusted his glasses and said, “His former master lives here now and Scar said he wants to talk with you two.”
“Wait, Scar’s master wants to meet with Hawkeye and me?” Roy said in a shocked tone. “I wasn’t expecting that.”
Riza remained silent, unsure what to think about this. She too was baffled upon hearing that. Should she be honored or frightened over this prospect?
“Me neither,” she finally said. “I wonder why that’s the case, though.”
“Scar didn’t tell me the reason.” Miles shrugged. “He just told me to have you guys see his master.”
The three fell silent as they continued walking down the neighborhood. Riza looked around her surroundings and caught four Ishvalan children kicking a ball to each other. They were laughing, enjoying this game of theirs. A smile was planted on her lips.
“What you’re smiling about?”
Riza flinched, taken aback by hearing Roy’s voice, laced with amusement. She let herself relax and turned her head to look at Roy.
“It’s nice to see those kids playing.” Riza pointed and Roy looked over to see.
Roy beamed at her. “They look very happy.”
“Indeed, they are.” Riza was glad that Roy was able to see the little moments like these; little displays of hope that made the insurmountable task they had in front of them really feel possible.
When the Captain looked at the children playing again, she saw one of them kick the ball hard and it pass through everyone, rolling straight toward her, Roy, and Miles. Roy bent down and scooped the ball up with his hands. Riza twitched slightly, worried how the children would react to that. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Miles wearing the same apprehensive expression as her.
“What?” Still holding the ball, Roy looked at Riza and Miles in confusion.
Riza was hoping Miles could explain, but instead he shushed Roy and let him see himself. The children were walking toward the group, all of them with nervous expressions spreading across their features.
“Mister, are you a solider?” one of the children asked Roy, a girl.
“Yes,” Roy said. “I’m here to help.” He flashed the girl a smile and handed her the ball; she accepted it with no protest, but didn’t smile.
“You are?” another child said, this time a boy who looked to be the youngest out of the four. He seemed interested.
Riza couldn’t help but jump in the conversation. She kneeled down and touched the little boy’s shoulders. “We are and working very hard on that.”
A part of her wondered if this boy knew about what happened to his people and his views on that. For certain he heard the stories from his relatives. Those thoughts were set aside when the boy grinned, which caught Riza off guard.
“I hope so!” the boy said enthusiastically.
Riza smiled reassuringly. All of the children gave the three military officers huge grins and then dashed off to resume their game. They watched them play for a brief moment.
“The Ishval children tend to be wise beyond their years,” Miles said. “They’re aware of what happened, hence their hesitation when it comes to dealing with soldiers.”
Roy chuckled before shaking his head. “That explains why they were surprised at me catching their ball.”
“At least they’ve warmed up to us now,” Riza said, a small smile played around the corner of her mouth. “Soon the other Ishvalans will do the same.”
“Speaking as an Ishvalan, it might take some time, but it will happen.”
Roy glanced at Riza and a warm expression spread across both their faces. The Captain could tell the General was glad to hear that, and she was too.
All three officers continued walking in silence until Miles stopped at one particular clay house, causing Roy and Riza to halt.
“Is this Scar’s master’s house?” Riza asked.
“Yes.” Miles nodded without turning his head to look at Riza. “Scar had been spending a lot of time with him these past couple of days.”
Riza watched as the Lieutenant Colonel knocked on the door and it wasn’t long until someone answered it. She caught her breath when Scar revealed himself. It felt weird to her seeing him wearing a tunic and slacks with a striped sash over him. For a second Riza swore she saw a smile tugging at Scar’s mouth. She glanced at Roy, his expression almost similar to hers.
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“Brigadier General Mustang, Captain Hawkeye. I’m glad the both of you can make it.”
“We’re happy to be able to meet you and your master,” Roy said as he walked closer toward Scar. They shook hands.
“He has been waiting to meet with you two. Come inside.”
Scar gestured for everyone to come inside and they followed him.
+++
They entered what Roy assumed to be a living room, which there was nothing save for some rugs on the floor. Scar told the brigadier general and the others to kneel down on their knees, which they did.
“I’ll let Master know you two are here. Wait a moment.”
As soon as Scar went into the other room and left everyone alone, Roy turned to face Miles.
“Have you met Scar’s master before?” Roy whispered.
“A couple times, yes. Master is pleased with the progress over the restoration of Ishval so far.”
Roy smiled. It was good at least someone appreciated the work he had done, even if it wasn’t much yet. “Glad to hear that.”
Roy’s thoughts drifted back to when he had picked up the ball for the Ishvalan children earlier today. He was shocked that he had done that without hesitation, not thinking the children would be afraid of him because of him in the military. It was understandable that they would be frightened and they were at first, but Roy was relieved when they warmed up to him. This made him have faith the other Ishvalans would be the same, as Riza had told him. The alchemist was interrupted when he heard footsteps coming closer.
“Ah, so you must be Roy Mustang, correct?”
The new voice startled him out of his thoughts. Roy saw Scar reenter the room with an elderly man who was bald, but had a long mustache. He was holding a tray with cups.
“Yes, that would be me,” Roy said with a nod and pointed to Riza. “And this is my most trusted subordinate, Captain Riza Hawkeye.”
“Nice to meet you, sir,” Riza said, smiling.
“These are the military officers I told you about, the ones that are restoring our homeland and religion.”
“And so I heard.” Scar’s master put down the tray and kneeled across from Roy, Riza, and Miles, offering his hand to the Brigadier General and Captain. Roy and Riza accepted the handshake. “It’s nice to meet you two also.”
“So, er…” Roy stopped there, unsure what to call the elder Ishvalan.
“You can just call me Master. Everyone does,” the man, Master, told him.
The Flame Alchemist coughed and then said, “Well, Master, I want to personally thank you and the other Ishvalans for helping my men out back at the Promised Day. Without you guys, we wouldn’t be living today.” Roy stole a sip from his drink, which he recognized as chaanch. The last time he tasted it was during the war.
“No problem,” Master said and let out a light laugh.
“When I told Master about the Promised Day and that I would need his help, he gladly accepted it,” Scar said. “He didn’t want anything to happen to Amestris.”
The whole room dropped in silence as everyone drank their chaanch. While drinking, Roy gazed at Master. There was one thought that came in his mind, but he wondered if it would offend the man. He mentally took a deep breath.
“Master, sorry if this is a personal question, but…after the Ishval Extermination, did you have a deep hatred for Amestrians?”
“If you must know, yes I do. The land I loved was destroyed.” Master took a sip from his drink before continuing. “However, I know that not all Amestrians are bad, especially ones that were part of the war like you and Captain Hawkeye.”
Roy and Riza looked grim, lowering their gazes to the floor. “As I had told the king of Aerugo,” Roy said as he hung his head down, “I’m not proud of what I did back then, but I’m glad that I have this opportunity to make amends.”
“We all regret something we did in the past and can’t change that,” Master said. “The only thing to do is move forward.”
A tiny smile pulled at Roy’s mouth. Moving forward, the one thing he told himself to do after the Ishval Extermination. It wasn’t easy for him to do with the heavy burden still sneaking up in his nightmares from time to time, but he managed. Riza was doing the same, too.
“We’re doing whatever we can to restore Ishval,” Riza said. When Roy took a quick glimpse at her, she smiled.
Master offered the both of them a smile and nodded. “I have no doubt that will happen.”
“Speaking of Ishval,” Miles said instantly, “Tomorrow you, Captain Hawkeye, Scar, and I leave for Xerxes for a couple of days to negotiate with the Ishvalans there, right?”
“Yes,” Roy responded with a nod. “Hopefully the talks will be fine with not too much trouble.”
He and Riza planned to stay at Daliha for tomorrow to check up on the district’s progress and then the day after head to Xerxes to talk with some of the Ishvalans there to strengthen ties with them. Before the trip, Roy discussed with Grumman if it was all right if he visited the ruins, aware that the Ishvalans had taken refuge there thanks to Breda. The Fuhrer was fine with that, saying it would be great that they returned to their homes; Roy wanted that to happen too. All of this was nerve-wracking for him.
“The elder staying at Xerxes, Madam Shan, is much respected by my people who are with her now. You need to choose your words carefully when you talk with her and the Ishvalans there as they’re stern, from what I’ve heard.” Master’s face changed from serious to calm. “I wouldn’t worry too much, though. I’m sure they’re aware of what you’re doing for their people.”
Roy was still unsure about that, but nonetheless his face broke into a grateful smile. “I appreciate that, Master.”
“Oh Mustang, there’s something I should let you know,” Scar said suddenly. “After your visit at Xerxes, Marcoh wants you to visit him so that he can check your eyes.”
Roy chuckled. It had been a little over four months since he regained his eyesight back, so it was about time to have them checked. He was reminded of when Doctor Marcoh told him that after he got his sight back he would have to relearn to familiar himself with shapes and objects around him, which he was able to now with no problems.
“All right, I’ll visit Doctor Marcoh after meeting with the Ishvalans in Xerxes.”
“I would like to make a toast,” Master said after a short moment of silence in the room, “to new beginnings. May Ishvala smile upon the rebirth of her land.”
“To new beginnings,” Miles said, raising his cup. Scar raised his cup too and smiled.
“To new beginnings,” Roy and Riza said in unison and raised their cups together with everyone else.
Roy was glad the meeting with Scar’s master went well and it was a relief that he believed his plan for rebuilding Ishval would work out well. He was afraid that something wrong might happen during the negotiations in Xerxes, but for now he wanted to be hopeful.
Onto Chapter Three!
This entry was originally posted at http://bay-alexison.dreamwidth.org/78555.html. Feel free to comment wherever you like!
Author: bay115
Genre: Drama/Romance
Rating: R
Word Count: ~40,000
Pairing/Characters: Roy/Riza, Miles/Miles’s wife, Scar, Breda, Fuery, Maria Ross, Grumman, various other canon and original characters
Warnings: Language, some violence, mild sex, instances of discrimination over a fictional race/culture (in this case, the Ishvalans)
Summary: Once upon a time, there was a king and queen who wanted to set things straight…
Chasing the Desert
Chapter Two
Roy and Riza had left Central a week after the peace treaty was signed to go to Daliha, one of the Ishval districts reopened not long after the Promised Day passed. They were going to that particular area mainly because Scar (Roy still hadn’t thought of what he wanted to call him) and Lieutenant Colonel Miles (promoted recently, he reminded himself) were currently residing. From the reports the men had send to Roy, everything was going well already. He couldn’t wait to see it for himself.
Ross, Fuery, and Breda were not with their superior for this trip and instead were going to visit Gunja, another district recently reopened. Roy thought it was a good idea that his team split into two so that one group could visit one district while the other group visits the other. That way, they would know if the districts were progressing at the same pace.
During the train ride, he and Riza were busy discussing the latest report Miles and Scar had sent them. Apparently the harvesting of wheat and cotton were going well there and a new school was close to completion, the pre-enrollment seats already filled. Good news, so far. Roy was never a fan of long trips, but being in the same compartment and talking with Riza made the time pass by much faster.
Click-clack, click-clack, click-clack, click-clack, click-clack…
“There’s no mention of a set date when the school will be completed,” Roy said while reading the report. “Usually construction plans have a tentative date of when a project will be finished.”
“Turn the page,” Riza responded, not taking her eyes off from the same report. She then said matter-of-factly, “The school will be finished next month.”
The Brigadier General snorted after he did just that. “Oh, I see it now, thanks. I wonder if the teachers selected have thought of the lessons yet.”
“I’m sure the teachers have already planned them. It’s exciting to think that Ishvalan children will receive proper education soon.”
Roy agreed with a soft “hmm” sound and then became quiet, flipping through several more pages. He stopped at one page, interest showing in his features.
“Miles also mentioned that a library is being built and many Ishvalans will be donating books.”
“That’s nice.” She glanced up from the report in her hands to look at Roy, a tiny smile tugging at her lips. “Have you considered having the Central Library donate books as well? Perhaps the Fourth Branch might donate their classic literature books.”
“I’m thinking about that, yes. That’s one of the things I want to discuss with the men when the opportunity comes.”
Roy went back to looking at the report, only to have his mind drift to Miles and Scar. It seemed just yesterday he had met them.
It was over a month ago that Miles had met with him and Riza. It was almost evening, and Breda, Ross, and Fuery had left Roy’s office early, leaving him and the Captain to await their guest.
“I’m glad you could come here on such short notice,” Roy said, initiating the conversation.
“There are a few things we need to discuss before I leave for Ishval, correct, Brigadier General Mustang?”
The alchemist propped his elbows on his desk, lacing his fingers together and resting his chin atop them. “This won’t take long, but there are some issues I want to bring to your attention. I assume you’ll be going to various Ishvalan districts?”
“The ones that have been opened so far? Yes.” Miles smiled, but his face turned serious almost immediately. “Are you suggesting that I should send you progress reports once a month or so?”
“I actually want to be up to date on what’s going on, so I want mini progress reports by telegram every week. For the full reports, once a month sounds great. They should be on my desk before the twenty-fifth of every month.”
“I can manage that.”
The meeting continued for several more minutes and Roy was right when he said it would be a short one. They went on to discuss that the full reports should be mailed. Also, Roy and Riza would come visit the districts every few months to see some of the buildings planned for construction and the progress themselves. As soon as all the terms were agreed upon, Miles stood up and shook both Roy and Riza’s hands.
“It’s a pleasure talking with the both of you and I look forward to working with you.”
“We’re excited for your help too, Miles,” Riza said, both she and Roy smiling.
“Glad to hear it. Before I leave, though, I have one request.”
Roy raised both eyebrows. He wasn’t expecting Miles to have one ready, but wouldn’t mind it depending on the request, of course. “Oh, really? I’d love to hear it, do tell.”
“I want to bring Scar with me to Ishval,” Miles responded, no hesitation hinted in his voice. “He’s out in the hall now and would like to talk to you if you’re fine with that.”
Both Roy and Riza had shocked expressions written all over their faces. As far as they knew, Scar was missing and technically still on the wanted list. He being dead was another possibility. Still unsure what to think, Roy glanced at Riza, who had already calmed and was nodding. He looked back at Miles and gave him a genuine smile.
“Let me speak with him before I make my decision.”
“Thank you.” Miles bobbed his head a little before jerking it to the left and hollered, “All right, Scar, you can come in!”
Slow footsteps were heard and then Scar walked in. Roy looked at him for a while.
“It’s been a while since we last met,” Roy finally said.
“If you hadn’t used the Philosopher’s Stone to regain your eyesight back, then you wouldn’t have seen me now.”
Roy noted a grim tone when Scar spoke. His heart skipped a beat. Most likely Miles had told him how he got his eyesight back. A couple times he wondered if he made the right decision, knowing many Ishvalans would get mad at him for using their people’s blood. Reminding himself he did that for them made Roy more confident in his choice.
“Miles told me about it a couple days ago,” Scar explained. “I was quite shocked you would do that, especially after what you had done in Ishval.”
“I started with revising the Ishval policies right away while in the hospital, blind. Shortly after, Dr. Marcoh came and asked that I use the Stone to bring the Ishvalan’s land back and allow him to be their doctor. I could do it blind, but I know I could do so much more with my eyesight than without. I want to see the progress over Ishval and make amends with the people.”
“I’m sure you’re aware that my people won’t be too happy about that. They’ll think you’re taking advantage of them.”
Roy just nodded; he was well aware of the thin ice he was walking on.
“Roy Mustang, I may never forgive you for what you did during the Ishval Extermination, but I’m glad that you’re doing this. My master had said to me that you must become the change you wish to see in the world, and you’re doing just that.”
For the first time in the meeting, Roy smiled. “Thank you for understanding.”
“I’m confident Scar will help out greatly while we’re in Ishval together,” Miles said.
“I agree,” Riza said with a single nod.
“All right, it’s settled then. The both of you are to leave for Ishval by next week and update me on the progress of the rebuilding there,” Roy said to Miles and Scar.
“That won’t be a problem,” Scar said.
With everything agreed upon, everyone shook hands.
“Sir? Sir?”
Upon hearing Riza calling him, he swung his head and looked at her, blinking. “Huh?” he responded lazily. Roy assumed Riza was letting him know what else was written on the report when he wasn’t paying attention.
“You look like you had something on your mind.”
An embarrassed chuckle escaped him. “Oh, sorry. I was just thinking about our meeting with Miles and Scar several weeks ago. I’m looking forward to talking with them.”
“Me too. Need a break?”
“Probably.”
When the military officers were quiet, Roy turned his head to look out the window. The train passed through many rolling hills and grasslands, making him realize that soon there would be nothing but barren desert. Suddenly being reminded of something, Roy spoke in a causal manner.
“You know, I have been thinking about our past.”
Riza threw him a blank stare. “Really?”
“Well, a lot of people keep saying how our time at Ishval could be considered a great war story for a radio drama or novel.” Roy smiled a little. “I don’t consider it a war story.”
“You don’t?” Riza asked, arching an eyebrow. “What do you consider it then?”
“A love story.” Roy’s smile grew slightly wider.
It took a moment for the Captain’s face shift from bafflement to amusement. “A love story, huh? There was nothing between us back then, Gener… Roy.”
The Flame Alchemist stopped himself from snorting. Despite the both of them agreeing to say each other’s names when they’re alone, it seemed she was still trying her best to break off that habit. Then again, he too needed to get used to saying her name.
“Not in that kind of way, no,” Roy said before chuckling. “But I considered it one mainly because the main characters in the story knew one another before, and the desert makes a great setting.”
Riza had a gentle smile on her face and then said, “How about the part where those same people are now setting things straight?”
“That too.” He flashed her a silly grin.
Out of affection, Riza held onto his arm tight, kissed him lightly on his neck, and then rested her head on his shoulder. Soon they would be at Daliha but Roy sighed in delight, enjoying this quiet moment they were having.
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The last time Roy was at Daliha he burned the whole district down. The snapping of his fingers, screams from the people that got caught in the flames, explosions louder than thunder… His stomach twisted at the memory. He and Riza were in a jeep truck, driven by one of the lower ranking officers. He had picked them up from the last train stop.
It was hard for Roy to believe that he was coming back to the area he had destroyed. Was this a good idea after all? He was excited to see how Daliha had progressed, only to suddenly remember what he had done during the truck ride. Roy tried his best not to show any horror on his face, which seemed to be working as Riza didn’t say anything.
When the short trip was over, the solider parked the truck in front of a nearby building made of brick. Roy and Riza got out of the vehicle and already Miles was approaching them.
“Captain Hawkeye, Brigadier General Mustang! Glad you two could come!” Miles yelled and then waved at them.
“Lieutenant Colonel Miles!” Roy greeted back. As soon as he and Riza came closer to Miles, the men shook hands. “So we’ll be going to see Scar again?”
“Yes, but not right away. I actually want the both of you to see the construction of the school building first.”
“The school building?” Riza said, her voice appearing to be of mild interest.
Miles nodded and then looked at Roy. “How about you, Mustang? Are you fine with it?”
Instantly, Roy nodded. “Yes. Lead us there.”
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Riza had counted how many steps it took from the parked jeep to the construction site of the school, which was exactly five hundred. She didn’t think it was such a long walk.
The moment Riza laid her eyes on the school, her face slipped into an amazed expression. The school was still in the beginning stages, but she already imagined it looking stunning. There were many Ishvalans working on the building, each one busy with something. Riza glanced at Roy, seeing him just as astounded as she was.
“There was an overwhelming number of Ishvalans who want to help with building the school,” Miles said. “The Ishvalan children weren’t able to get a proper education after the Ishval Extermination.”
“I know,” Roy said. Riza saw him frown and lower his head a little. “None of the schools in Amestris would allow them in. All of the schools in Ishval were destroyed, so there was nowhere else they could go to. They had to live in poverty as social outcasts.”
“At the moment we have makeshift classrooms, so those will make do until the school is complete.”
Riza bit her lip. She was a firm believer that everyone should have a proper education, and it disgusted her how the Ishvalan children weren’t given a chance for one after before now. Once this school building was finished, all of that would change.
“This is a hopeful sight to see,” she said with a smile. “I can’t wait for the school to be finished.”
Roy nodded and wore the same smile as Riza. “Me too. I’m sure the children will be happy with this.”
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After Miles had shown the construction site to Roy and Riza, he led them to one area of the district where there were several small clay houses scattered around. It seemed that most of the dwellings had been fixed since the start of the Ishval revision. The Captain was curious about this spot, but Miles was already one step ahead of her.
“This is one of the neighboring areas of Daliha. Scar is waiting for us here.”
“Why this particular place?” Riza asked, quirking an eyebrow.
Miles adjusted his glasses and said, “His former master lives here now and Scar said he wants to talk with you two.”
“Wait, Scar’s master wants to meet with Hawkeye and me?” Roy said in a shocked tone. “I wasn’t expecting that.”
Riza remained silent, unsure what to think about this. She too was baffled upon hearing that. Should she be honored or frightened over this prospect?
“Me neither,” she finally said. “I wonder why that’s the case, though.”
“Scar didn’t tell me the reason.” Miles shrugged. “He just told me to have you guys see his master.”
The three fell silent as they continued walking down the neighborhood. Riza looked around her surroundings and caught four Ishvalan children kicking a ball to each other. They were laughing, enjoying this game of theirs. A smile was planted on her lips.
“What you’re smiling about?”
Riza flinched, taken aback by hearing Roy’s voice, laced with amusement. She let herself relax and turned her head to look at Roy.
“It’s nice to see those kids playing.” Riza pointed and Roy looked over to see.
Roy beamed at her. “They look very happy.”
“Indeed, they are.” Riza was glad that Roy was able to see the little moments like these; little displays of hope that made the insurmountable task they had in front of them really feel possible.
When the Captain looked at the children playing again, she saw one of them kick the ball hard and it pass through everyone, rolling straight toward her, Roy, and Miles. Roy bent down and scooped the ball up with his hands. Riza twitched slightly, worried how the children would react to that. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Miles wearing the same apprehensive expression as her.
“What?” Still holding the ball, Roy looked at Riza and Miles in confusion.
Riza was hoping Miles could explain, but instead he shushed Roy and let him see himself. The children were walking toward the group, all of them with nervous expressions spreading across their features.
“Mister, are you a solider?” one of the children asked Roy, a girl.
“Yes,” Roy said. “I’m here to help.” He flashed the girl a smile and handed her the ball; she accepted it with no protest, but didn’t smile.
“You are?” another child said, this time a boy who looked to be the youngest out of the four. He seemed interested.
Riza couldn’t help but jump in the conversation. She kneeled down and touched the little boy’s shoulders. “We are and working very hard on that.”
A part of her wondered if this boy knew about what happened to his people and his views on that. For certain he heard the stories from his relatives. Those thoughts were set aside when the boy grinned, which caught Riza off guard.
“I hope so!” the boy said enthusiastically.
Riza smiled reassuringly. All of the children gave the three military officers huge grins and then dashed off to resume their game. They watched them play for a brief moment.
“The Ishval children tend to be wise beyond their years,” Miles said. “They’re aware of what happened, hence their hesitation when it comes to dealing with soldiers.”
Roy chuckled before shaking his head. “That explains why they were surprised at me catching their ball.”
“At least they’ve warmed up to us now,” Riza said, a small smile played around the corner of her mouth. “Soon the other Ishvalans will do the same.”
“Speaking as an Ishvalan, it might take some time, but it will happen.”
Roy glanced at Riza and a warm expression spread across both their faces. The Captain could tell the General was glad to hear that, and she was too.
All three officers continued walking in silence until Miles stopped at one particular clay house, causing Roy and Riza to halt.
“Is this Scar’s master’s house?” Riza asked.
“Yes.” Miles nodded without turning his head to look at Riza. “Scar had been spending a lot of time with him these past couple of days.”
Riza watched as the Lieutenant Colonel knocked on the door and it wasn’t long until someone answered it. She caught her breath when Scar revealed himself. It felt weird to her seeing him wearing a tunic and slacks with a striped sash over him. For a second Riza swore she saw a smile tugging at Scar’s mouth. She glanced at Roy, his expression almost similar to hers.
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“Brigadier General Mustang, Captain Hawkeye. I’m glad the both of you can make it.”
“We’re happy to be able to meet you and your master,” Roy said as he walked closer toward Scar. They shook hands.
“He has been waiting to meet with you two. Come inside.”
Scar gestured for everyone to come inside and they followed him.
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They entered what Roy assumed to be a living room, which there was nothing save for some rugs on the floor. Scar told the brigadier general and the others to kneel down on their knees, which they did.
“I’ll let Master know you two are here. Wait a moment.”
As soon as Scar went into the other room and left everyone alone, Roy turned to face Miles.
“Have you met Scar’s master before?” Roy whispered.
“A couple times, yes. Master is pleased with the progress over the restoration of Ishval so far.”
Roy smiled. It was good at least someone appreciated the work he had done, even if it wasn’t much yet. “Glad to hear that.”
Roy’s thoughts drifted back to when he had picked up the ball for the Ishvalan children earlier today. He was shocked that he had done that without hesitation, not thinking the children would be afraid of him because of him in the military. It was understandable that they would be frightened and they were at first, but Roy was relieved when they warmed up to him. This made him have faith the other Ishvalans would be the same, as Riza had told him. The alchemist was interrupted when he heard footsteps coming closer.
“Ah, so you must be Roy Mustang, correct?”
The new voice startled him out of his thoughts. Roy saw Scar reenter the room with an elderly man who was bald, but had a long mustache. He was holding a tray with cups.
“Yes, that would be me,” Roy said with a nod and pointed to Riza. “And this is my most trusted subordinate, Captain Riza Hawkeye.”
“Nice to meet you, sir,” Riza said, smiling.
“These are the military officers I told you about, the ones that are restoring our homeland and religion.”
“And so I heard.” Scar’s master put down the tray and kneeled across from Roy, Riza, and Miles, offering his hand to the Brigadier General and Captain. Roy and Riza accepted the handshake. “It’s nice to meet you two also.”
“So, er…” Roy stopped there, unsure what to call the elder Ishvalan.
“You can just call me Master. Everyone does,” the man, Master, told him.
The Flame Alchemist coughed and then said, “Well, Master, I want to personally thank you and the other Ishvalans for helping my men out back at the Promised Day. Without you guys, we wouldn’t be living today.” Roy stole a sip from his drink, which he recognized as chaanch. The last time he tasted it was during the war.
“No problem,” Master said and let out a light laugh.
“When I told Master about the Promised Day and that I would need his help, he gladly accepted it,” Scar said. “He didn’t want anything to happen to Amestris.”
The whole room dropped in silence as everyone drank their chaanch. While drinking, Roy gazed at Master. There was one thought that came in his mind, but he wondered if it would offend the man. He mentally took a deep breath.
“Master, sorry if this is a personal question, but…after the Ishval Extermination, did you have a deep hatred for Amestrians?”
“If you must know, yes I do. The land I loved was destroyed.” Master took a sip from his drink before continuing. “However, I know that not all Amestrians are bad, especially ones that were part of the war like you and Captain Hawkeye.”
Roy and Riza looked grim, lowering their gazes to the floor. “As I had told the king of Aerugo,” Roy said as he hung his head down, “I’m not proud of what I did back then, but I’m glad that I have this opportunity to make amends.”
“We all regret something we did in the past and can’t change that,” Master said. “The only thing to do is move forward.”
A tiny smile pulled at Roy’s mouth. Moving forward, the one thing he told himself to do after the Ishval Extermination. It wasn’t easy for him to do with the heavy burden still sneaking up in his nightmares from time to time, but he managed. Riza was doing the same, too.
“We’re doing whatever we can to restore Ishval,” Riza said. When Roy took a quick glimpse at her, she smiled.
Master offered the both of them a smile and nodded. “I have no doubt that will happen.”
“Speaking of Ishval,” Miles said instantly, “Tomorrow you, Captain Hawkeye, Scar, and I leave for Xerxes for a couple of days to negotiate with the Ishvalans there, right?”
“Yes,” Roy responded with a nod. “Hopefully the talks will be fine with not too much trouble.”
He and Riza planned to stay at Daliha for tomorrow to check up on the district’s progress and then the day after head to Xerxes to talk with some of the Ishvalans there to strengthen ties with them. Before the trip, Roy discussed with Grumman if it was all right if he visited the ruins, aware that the Ishvalans had taken refuge there thanks to Breda. The Fuhrer was fine with that, saying it would be great that they returned to their homes; Roy wanted that to happen too. All of this was nerve-wracking for him.
“The elder staying at Xerxes, Madam Shan, is much respected by my people who are with her now. You need to choose your words carefully when you talk with her and the Ishvalans there as they’re stern, from what I’ve heard.” Master’s face changed from serious to calm. “I wouldn’t worry too much, though. I’m sure they’re aware of what you’re doing for their people.”
Roy was still unsure about that, but nonetheless his face broke into a grateful smile. “I appreciate that, Master.”
“Oh Mustang, there’s something I should let you know,” Scar said suddenly. “After your visit at Xerxes, Marcoh wants you to visit him so that he can check your eyes.”
Roy chuckled. It had been a little over four months since he regained his eyesight back, so it was about time to have them checked. He was reminded of when Doctor Marcoh told him that after he got his sight back he would have to relearn to familiar himself with shapes and objects around him, which he was able to now with no problems.
“All right, I’ll visit Doctor Marcoh after meeting with the Ishvalans in Xerxes.”
“I would like to make a toast,” Master said after a short moment of silence in the room, “to new beginnings. May Ishvala smile upon the rebirth of her land.”
“To new beginnings,” Miles said, raising his cup. Scar raised his cup too and smiled.
“To new beginnings,” Roy and Riza said in unison and raised their cups together with everyone else.
Roy was glad the meeting with Scar’s master went well and it was a relief that he believed his plan for rebuilding Ishval would work out well. He was afraid that something wrong might happen during the negotiations in Xerxes, but for now he wanted to be hopeful.
Onto Chapter Three!
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