A/N: Hey Kaitlyn here ^^ I got so caught up in back flashes in 'forgetting love' that I decided to try and squeeze in another story, about their childhood…so here's chapter one; Enjoy!
Disclaimer: By No means to I own Fullmetal alchemist (Not that I don't wish I do XP)
Riza stood in her room in front of the mirror 'Why do I have to wear this stupid dress anyways?' Riza thought scowling to herself.
Her dad had told her about a week or so that he had a boy coming to learn alchemy from him, he said she had to dress nicely and make a good first impression. She hadn't worn a dress since her mother had passed away; it reminded her to much of her. 'I better go check on father.' She thought going to the room across the hall and knocking on the door. "Father!" She yelled. There was shuffling from the other side of the door before her father came to the door opening it with such force that Riza was almost knocked off her feet.
"What do you want, I'm busy!" He yelled, it was very clear he was drunk.
"I wanted to come and ask if you were ready, your apprentice is coming shortly." She replied shakily, Riza was tough when it came to the kids at school; but while in front of her father was different.
"Why didn't you come and tell me earlier, Brat?!" He yelled pushing her back down before slamming the door.
Riza sighed 'Why was he so violent while drunk?' she asked herself heading down the stairs to get her father a glass of water.
She had just reached the sink when there was a knock at the door, Riza made her way to the door stopping to fix her dress at the mirror in the hall. "Hello?" She asked opening the door. In front of her stood a boy about a year older than her with black hair and focused black eyes.
"Hello, is this the Hawkeye residence?" He asked looking at the paper in his hands.
"Yes, you must be looking for Berthold; correct?"
The boy responded by simply nodding his head "He's just up-stairs, please; come in. May I take your bag?" She asked.
"I'm fine thank you." He smiled entering the house.
"Please, sit; would you like some tea while you wait?"
"No, I'm fine thanks." He smiled.
"I'll go fetch him." She said walking up the stairs and knocking once again on her father's door "Father?"
Berthold came to the door once again this time dressed in dress pants and a dress shirt "Was that him at the door?" He asked.
Riza nodded "He's waiting on the couch."
"Good, you're dismissed." He said pushing her aside walking down stairs.
'Dismissed, what does he think I am a dog?! Like it wasn't hard enough being proper around someone other than father! Geez…' she thought dusting herself off and heading to her room before something caught her attention.
"Sorry for the wait, Roy Mustang right? It's a pleasure." She heard her dad.
"It's fine, the pleasure is all mine." Roy said. "Might I ask who came to the door?"
"My daughter, I'm sorry she was probably acting foolish; she wasn't too much of a handful, was she?" She heard him say, his words making her blood boiling.
"No, not at all; her service was much appreciated."
Berthold nodded "Would you care for some tea?" He asked.
Roy not wanting to upset him accepted the offer "That would be nice, thank you."
Berthold smiled then went to the bottom of the stairs "Riza?!"
Riza came out to the hall feeling the boy's gaze on her "Yes father?"
"Make us some tea, would you?" He said before making his way back to Roy. "It will only be a moment, so; what made you want to be an alchemist?" he asked.
"When I was little my parents died before me, I wasn't able to protect them…so I want to learn alchemy so I can protect the one's I love." Riza flinched, Roy had gone through the same thing as her; losing both his parents. 'That must have been hard.' She though.
"I'm sorry to hear, I'm sure you did all you could to protect them." He said putting a hand on the Roy's shoulder.
Riza took the cups of tea, and teapot setting them down on a tray already equipped with sugar and milk; after words carrying it into the room. She set it down on the table putting Roy's cup in front of him and her father's near him. "Is that all father?" She asked.
"Yes that's fine." He said waving her off.
"Wait, I don't think we've properly met; Roy Mustang." He said holding out his hand.
Riza looked to her father to see if it was alright to speak, only after getting a nod did she speak "Riza Hawkeye." She said shaking his hand.
"Did you not make yourself a cup?" He asked.
Riza shook her head looking a bit confused. "Well if it's alright with your father," he looked to Berthold "maybe you could join us?" He asked.
"I think that would be alright." Berthold nodded.
"Then let's get you a cup." He said grabbing another cup off the tray.
Riza watched in disbelieve 'Why is he doing this?' She thought.
After handing her the cup he sat down continuing the conversation "So when will lessons start?" he asked.
"Well, since you just arrived I'll give you today off. Be in my office tomorrow at six, and bring a notebook. I'll leave you unpack, Riza could you show him around the house for me?"
Riza nodded her head, setting her tea on the table. "Shall I show you your room now?" She asked. 'This is torcher, now he's going to think I'm soft!'
"Yes, I think I should get to unpacking." He said picking up his bags and following her up the stairs.
"Can I ask you something?"
"Ask away." Roy replied.
"What made you choose my father? There are millions of alchemist that would be willing to teach you." She said stopping at the room next to hers.
"I guess I just wanted to try something new…your dad specializes in flame alchemy, so I thought it would be a change for the better if I was taught by him."
"This is your room, I'm right beside you; father has his study across the hall. And the washroom is across the hall, tell me when you're done unpacking and I'll show you around downstairs." She said walking into her room.
The first thing Riza did was get out of her dress. 'He can deal with it; I'm not wearing that thing all day.' She covered herself up with her house coat before going to her desk picking up the book that lay open to the page she was on. Riza liked reading romance novels, she didn't exactly know why but it was a hobby she had picked up after her mother had passed on.
She had just gotten to the climax of the book when a knock at the door pulled her away. "Yes?" She asked opening the door.
"Ready to go?" Roy said.
"Just give me a moment." She said walking to her dresser grabbing jeans and a T-shirt. After she finished dressing she walked out to the hall again. "Alright, let's go." She said.
"What happened to your dress? You looked cute." He whispered in her ear making her stop dead in her tracks.
She turned to Roy with a confused look on her face "Are you…flirting with me Mr. Mustang?"
"All I said is you looked cute-"
"I know what you said Mr. Mustang, please don't try it again." She said interrupting him.
Once at the kitchen Riza turned to him "So this is the kitchen, there is no need for you to use the kitchen all your meals will be made for you."
"I'm capable of making my own meals Riza." He said scratching his head.
"I know Mr. Mustang my father insisted."
Riza walked to the room over stopping by the couch, as you can see this is the living room. This is the room where you can study or read when you're not in lessons with father.
"So, do you spend a lot of time here?" He asked looking at the large book shelf.
"Occasionally." She replied walking to the next room. "This is the dining room; we eat all our meals here. Breakfast is at five thirty, Lunch at noon; and dinner at six."
"Five thirty?!" Roy said surprised.
"If we ate any later you would be late for your studies."
Roy pouted "Well that's lame."
"Well that's the end of our 'tour'." Riza said walking back to her room.
"Then what's this room?" Roy said knocking on a door.
"That room? I-it's nothing, come on." She said dragging him back upstairs.
Once upstairs Riza went and sat at her desk picking up her book. "You know we haven't really gotten any time to ourselves, I don't even know how old you are!" Roy smirked leaning on the doorframe.
"What's so interesting about my age?" She asked.
"It's not your age that interesting it's-"Roy went silent when something flew past his face. "What the heck was that?!" He yelled looking to the wall, only to find a foam dart stuck to it.
"Just be lucky it's not real." Riza said getting back to her book.
"I didn't even see you pull out a gun!"
"Whatever, can I get back to my book now?" She asked.
"No, tell me how old you are!"
"Why do you care so much?!" She yelled back.
"Fine don't tell me I'll find out myself." Roy said storming back to his room.
'Idiot.' Riza thought, she looked to her clock 'Great now I have to start dinner.'
Riza went down to the kitchen and started boiling water for spaghetti; she set the raw noodles aside and started working on the sauce. She had just started chopping up vegetables when Roy came up behind her "You can cook so you shouldn't be any younger than twelve right?" He said scaring her making her cut her finger.
"Ouch! What the hell Roy?!" She yelled grabbing paper towels from the cupboard, and wrapping it around her finger.
"You should've been more careful with that knife." He said they were currently sitting at the kitchen table; the first aid kit out.
"I was being careful; you came up behind me and bumped my elbow." She lied.
"Sure…anyways, you can't cook with this gauze around your finger; I'll take over."
"Can you even cook?" She asked knowing what his answer would be.
"No, but I can try." He shrugged.
About five minutes in Roy had burned his thumb and almost lost a finger 'I can't watch this anymore.' Riza thought walking up to him. "When the water is done boiling you turn the heat down." She said reaching over and turning the heat down for him.
"Thanks…" Roy murmured.
Before long they had finished dinner "So how is it?" Roy asked.
"It's good." Riza replied "Although I did most of the work."
"Hey…where's your dad?"
Riza looked over to the empty spot at the table "He doesn't eat with me anymore, he eats in his study."
"How come?" Roy asked.
Riza shrugged "I guess I remind him to much of her; mother."
"Well, we better get his food up to him." Roy said taking both their dishes back to the kitchen.
"Thanks." Riza said smiling.
After cleaning up both Roy and Riza went and dropped off Berthold's food. "Well I better get ready for bed." Riza said. "You got it by the way." She smirked.
Roy stood confused 'What did I get?' when realization dawned on him "Goodnight twelve year old." He said going to his own room.
A/N: So tell me what you think! It's only my second story though ^^' Review!