­­A/N: Hello everyone, I hope all is well with you and I'm very excited you've chosen my story to read. I do apologize, this beginning is very slow and at some points boring, but I believe you'll be pleased as you continue reading after these first chapters of the Prelude.

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The Beginning to A Most Trust Relationship

He was man who was outwardly arrogant and very, playfully manipulative. Riza Hawkeye usually scoffed as he'd strode through the parlor with his nose held high and his hand shoved in his pockets. She ostracized his presence around her and her father because ever since Roy Mustang waltzed through those wooden doors he's done nothing but pour over her father's alchemy. That left her alone to look after herself while her father submersed himself in teaching the boy his life's long work. Roy often pledged to become a most trusted and powerful apprentice and that's exactly what her father wanted to hear.
Somehow though, his practical antics and bounciness shed light onto a different relationship between them. Riza soon found herself falling prey to some of his mischievousness, thus setting records and settling scores between each other. During his stay at the Hawkeye estate he enjoyed playing chasing and tag playoffs but he also found that playing quiet games like chess, with his teacher's daughter, proved to be most entertaining.
After the course of his stay at her estate she had began to hate him even more because she knew was developing a lighthearted crush on him. Together, they began to grow up and enveloped themselves in conversations dealing with personal matter, family, alchemy and the Military.
Riza learned that Roy not only wanted to use alchemy for good deeds but he wished to change the country's function. His dream was to become Fuhrer and change the face of the Military and brighten the smiles of the people they served. It soon proved to also be a dream of Riza's as well.

"I'm enlisting." He said.

"What?" Riza's old man beckoned furiously with wide eyes. She peered at Roy who stood firmly in his decision, clenching his fist. She knew he shouldn't have said that, after all, her father loathed the Military.

"I said I'm enlisting in the Military." Roy repeated, more calmly.

"Fine. Do it and throw your life away!"

"Sir, with all due respect, I believe"—

"I just hope you prove me wrong, boy." Riza's father spat bitterly leaving the parlor where they sat and she stare ominously at Roy who glared at the floor.

" Roy, he's just"—

He didn't acknowledge her speaking but instead dashed out the back door down the hallway, leaving her distraught. Suddenly, without even realizing it, she ran after him not knowing why or what she would say but she ran for him.
When the night air hit her she felt so cold but she couldn't stop the adrenaline that was rushing through her cheeks. The sky was delicately amethyst and in the distance past the pastures she watched the red, sun sink slowly behind the cerulean horizon. She continued to run, not exactly knowing where he was, looking up fiercely in the sky watching the moon illuminate the golden, dirt path she chased. The stars shed their diamonds on the lush blue sea of grass surrounding the path in which she pursued.

Suddenly a strong hand grasped her waist as she jolted past fencing guarding the woods.

"Why are you out here?" Roy said, showing his disappointed face.

"You were upset."

"So?" He sneered, kicking the dirt at his shoes.

"I had to make sure you were okay." She gasped, breathlessly and she leaned on the railing of the wooden fence.

For a long time they said nothing but watched the sky turn dark before their eyes and the stars glittered the rain that was falling in the distance. Vibrant purples and pinks and yellows cut holes into the overruling navy canvas that was pouring buckets over top their heads. Roy leaned against the fence as well but soon looked at Riza who stood silently exhausted beside him.

"You didn't have to come out here, you know." He laughed, elbowing her shoulder.

"I know; I should've stayed where it was warm." She smirked. Roy gaped and snickered nervously.

"Why do you want leave?" She then asked sadly.

"Because the only way I can become Fuhrer is to enlist."

"Oh," She sighed.

"You forgot already?" He asked.

"Forgotten what?"

"My dream."

"No, it's just, I was hoping you wouldn't go..."She said sheepishly.

"I thought you hated me here." He grimaced.

"I don't like how much more time my father spends with you than me, but I don't hate you here. It's given me someone to talk to." She said.

Roy nodded thoughtfully.

"I'm sorry."

"About what?"

"Taking your father away."

"You didn't-he did himself. If he didn't want to teach you then he wouldn't have." She shivered.

"Oh!" He said taking his brown coat off his shoulders and then he draped it over hers. She jumped slightly has he guided her from the fence.

"Come on, it's cold."

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