![Dorochet [Bido] Avatar](http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu294/thagreatcreator_god/a%20random%20stuff/everyday%20chaos/dorodoggie.jpg)
Post by Dorochet [Bido] on Jun 9, 2009 3:46:31 GMT -6
Sad Riza
Rain drops tickled down the glass of the window. The wind outside made the branches dance in the dark of the night.
Inside the wood cracked in the fire place. A black haired man looked into the flames duly as he took another sip of his drink.
His eyes were empty, starring into the dancing flames.
Flames....fire.... He had always wondered how something could be so warm and fiercely at the same time.
Just like her...
She hangs her head and cries on my shirt.
She must be hurt very badly.
Tell me what’s making you sadly?
Open your door, don’t hide in the dark.
You’re lost in the dark, you can trust me.
cause you know that’s how it must be.
The clock stroke 12. Hours had passed yet nothing had changed. The man still sat motionless in the armchair looking as hypnotised in the slowly dying fire.
Dyeing...
It always kept him wondering how something strong and spirited as fire could ever die. It needed Oxygen. It needed its breath necessarily for its life. Every being on the planet needed oxygen to survive, that was elementary science.
Yet sometimes that only is not enough.
Riza riza, sad riza riza.
“You shouldn’t think like that.” The female voice rang in his ear like a gentle clear bell.
'
He sat in his office starring at his paperwork duly. God did he hate paperwork.
As the cracking of a door sounded he looked up hoping that whoever came through that door would save him from his boredom.
He lightly smiled as his hope had been for filled as his little personal guardian angel entered the room.
“Sir I thought you were supposed to work on your paperwork.”
Ahhh yes, she was his guardian angel. She always looked after him. She had saved him so many times, she had saved him so much more than she would ever realise.
“Sir are you alright?” The voice ripped him out of his thoughts. He looked up at her staying quiet for a little while as he just took her features in.
“You swore to protect me right?” He asked bluntly breaking the silence.
“Yes sir.” She answered calmly though she was clearly confused by the question.
“No matter who?”
“No matter who.”
“No matter what?”
“No matter what. I’d die for you.”
“What if I needed protection from myself?”
“Then I’d still help you...if you just let me.”
He didn’t answer this time. Instead he stood up and walked to the door. “One day I’ll return the favour.” He promised before leaving the room.
'
Her eyes like windows, trickling rain
Upon her pain getting deeper.
Though my love wants to relieve her.
She walks alone from wall to wall.
Lost in a hall, she can’t hear me.
Though I know she likes to be near me.
'
He tightened his arms around her. Holding her shaking body closer.
He couldn’t stand seeing her cry. It was all wrong. It didn’t fit her. She was too strong to cry.
Yet she was on her knees before him crying her soul out.
She always guarded him, she was always there for him and yet he could never return the favour as much as he’d like to.
He wanted so badly to hold her tight. Tell her it would be okay in the morning. Tell her not to worry. That they would still have a happy ending.
'
Riza riza, sad riza riza.
'
In his life he had only had three real passions.
Fire had always been his first love in live, his alchemy. That warm and yet so strong element of nature.
Change had always been his higher good goal. Yes he would change things. He would change them for once and for all and make the world a safer place. For a better future. No more unnecessary blood spilling, no more unneeded pain. No more...
She had been his third and biggest love to life. She was the embodiment of both his passions. She was fire. She was warm, she was strong. She fought, with such a fire in her eyes, in her heart, her soul. She fought with her every being for what she believed in, him. No questioning ever, only blind and everlasting loyalty till the very end...
'
She sits in a corner by the door.
There must be more I can tell her.
If she really wants me to help her.
Ill do what I can to show her the way.
And maybe one day I will free her.
Though I know no one can see her.
A black and white young dog walked into the room sitting in front of his masters feet. No, not master, friend.
The black haired man had a small smile on his face when seeing the animal who patiently waited to be allowed to jump on the man’s lap.
He made a small hand gesture and without a noise from either of the two the dog jumped on the man’s lap laying his head on his knees. His ears hung down in a sad manner as he closed his eyes sleeping on the man’s lap. Yet always vigil, always looking after him.
Just as she had...
'
“Do you never get tired of this?”
“What do you mean sir?”
“This.” The man said while gesturing with his arms. “Always following me around, sacrificing your life to keep up and push someone else to the top.”
“I’m not sacrificing my life to this, it is my life.”
“That sounds sad.” He pointed out. He did believe in ideals and goals. He would accomplish them no matter what. But it also brought him pain, so much pain.
She smiled softly. “It isn’t.”
“You know sometimes I wonder if it shouldn’t be you instead of me. What if things were different? ”
“It isn’t me because it is you. It has to be you. I am not strong enough. You are.”
“How can you know?”
“I just know. You are so much stronger than you give yourself credit for.” There it was, that fire in her eyes. “You can pass your entire life asking yourself those questions and never find an answer. Or you can keep going and fighting for the answer.”
“What if I find nothing and it was all in vain.”
“At least you tried.”
He turned around as he gently brushed the hair out of her face. “What if I wanted things to be different but I’m afraid to take the risk.”
“Then you’ll never know and pass the rest of your life wondering how it would have been if you had.” She answered calmly.
“But what if I had to chose between my duty and my heart?”
“Do what you think is right. It would sound like an awful ending for any story...But sometimes sacrifices have to be made. Not all stories can have a happy ending.”
He smiled at her. He would always keep wondering how a person could give so many warmth while being so pained on the inside.
Yes he knew, he knew it and he couldn’t change it. And he hated himself more than anything for it.
“I think you’re right.” He whispered caressing her cheek before turning his back to her. “Some stories have a sad ending.”
'
Riza riza, sad riza riza.
The man blinked as once again the clock struck the hour. He rubbed his eyes before looking at a picture that stood above his open fire.
He let out a sigh as he had a bitter smile.
“Not all stories can have a happy ending.”
“I know.” He whispered as he still smiled bitterly at the woman that stood before him.
To the world he was nothing more than a shallow, power-hungry, pervish. But to those who did know him there was so much more than meets the eye.
He stood in front of her as he reached for her. Reaching was all he’d ever do.
Now he was alone, all who knew him were gone now.
“How am I supposed to be able to help you if I can’t even help myself?” He whispered to himself.
He turned his back to her as he left the room, the dog following him upstairs.
As behind him the fire died...
....just like she had...
XXX
Authors note: OMG I just wrote a Royai death fic. So this is what happens when you let me listen sad music in at 3 a clock in the night.
Anyway this is a song fic based on the song ‘Sad Lisa’ by 'Cat Steven'. I heard the song and this idea just popped up in my head. I only changed the Liza into Riza but all the rest is just the same.
It's something I wrote quite a while ago and it was my first FMA story.
Though still shame on me >.<. But I shall try to improof it and one I shall rewrite all my oddeties to try and make them better.
