Hi everybody, it's my first time writing FF for FMA. It's a story about Roy Mustang having an evil identical twin brother and how he grew up. Hope you enjoy this.

Disclaimer: Fullmetal Alchemist belongs to Arakawa sensei.

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CHAPTER 1

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Dear Diary,

This morning my teacher told us that we should have the habit of writing diary everyday, because it helps to improve our English. So, I bought you while from the school's bookshop. I hope we can be good friend from now on.

Let's me introduce myself to you. My name is Roy Mustang and I am in grade 3. I have an older brother named Ron Mustang. He is my twin, who was born just a few minutes before me. Yup, just only a few minutes different and he thought he has the right to turn my life to hell. We look alike, and he loathes me for this. It's not as if I want to look like him!! He hates me so much that I have no choice but to return his feeling by hating him back. We fight everyday and in the end I'm the one who would get punished. I wonder why mom's always on his side.

And there is a cute girl who stays next to my house. Her name is Riza Hawkeye and she's two years younger than me. I like her a lot and often go to her house to play. My parents and hers are close friends so we are like a big family. I go the nearly everyday, actually. And in fact I'm at her house now, writing this diary. But don't worry, as she has gone out for groceries with her mom. Mrs. Hawkeye is such a nice woman and she's a good cook, too. I wonder if Riza would become a great woman like her mom. You may ask why am I here. Well, that's because my parents are busy with work most of the time and Ron is probably having fun with his wild pack of friends so I'd rather staying here than idling in a empty how. And I can play with Riza, too. Not now, though. I wonder when she will be back. I like her but I'm also scared of her. Every time I come here, she always forces me to finish my homework first before I'm allowed to do anything. Is it how people treat their guests??? But I dare not to complain. I protested once and she shot me with the water gun. Mr. Hawkeye bought that for her to shoot 'bad people', and she used it on me!!! I'm not a bad person. I was just trying to voice my opinion (wow this time I spell this correctly, yay!!!). Anyway, as if I ever dare to tell her that.

I think I need to stop now… It seems that Riza can be back anytime soon. Luckily I've finished most of the math problems before starting to write this. Hey I've never known I'm actually enjoying writing diary!!! Perhaps we can really be good friends.

Oh it's getting late. Sorry I need to hide you now. Riza will drown me for sure if she find out about this diary. Now where should I hide you my friend? I can leave you at home, too. Once my brother find out about this, I'm dead for sure. I guess it's ok if I bury you at Riza's backyard. She doesn't go there much so it may be pretty safe for now.

I'll see you again tomorrow. Hopefully you can survive still I dig you up again.

P.S: Your name must be Diary, right? My teacher told me to right 'Dear Diary' before I start writing. It's how people normally call you anyway. It's won't be weird writing to you like this write? Ugh… why should I care about something that nobody will know? I should care about Riza comin-

Ok, Bye

Roy Mustang.

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Dear Diary,

It's good to see you again. You look a bit dirty but I'm glad that you are still alive. I think I have to find something to cover you before leaving you underground again.

I'm still at the same place- the dining table at Riza's house. But Riza is at home today so I have to be very cautious. But don't be scared. I'll protect you as well as my own life. I'm having you laying under my science textbook so I can hide you anytime. Riza is helping her mom in the kitchen so she won't be here any moment. I wonder what they are making for dinner. By the way, Mrs Hawkeye let me have dinner here since my mom hardly cooks and Ron eats with his gang most of the times. Sometimes mom would go back early and cook dinner, but I don't like to eat with my family. Ron would steal my food anytime he wants while my mom keeps praising him on how sociable he is, how sporty he is, how whatever he is!!! I hate my family. Why give birth to me while she doesn't need me at all. I wish I'm from Hawkeye family. They are kind and they treat me like their real son. I know my wish would never come true. In fact I don't hope for it to come true, because I want to marry Riza, hahaha. I don't think this wish can come true either. Riza can get along well with Ron, too. Every time Ron comes here, she talks a lot and her face looks happy. I can't blame her about that, since Ron is very good at talking to girls. All the girls in my class love him while I stay in one corner. What does Riza think about me? I don't know which one of us that she prefers, but I think she likes Ron. What about me?

I have so much homework to do so I think I'm gonna stop here.

See you tomorrow.

Roy

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"Hey Roy"

"What is it, Riza?" Roy responded without looking up. Apparently he looked like he was solving a few math problems.

"Did you go anywhere while I went shopping? I can see dirt all over the main entrance."

Roy gulped. The boy mentally cursed himself for being so careless. "Haha, I went to the backyard for some air. Sorry about the dirt."

"Make sure you don't do anything funny in my yard or I'll shoot you." Riza warned while she picked up the broom and made her way to the door.

"Yes, madam." Now I have to think of where to hide my diary. Roy thought in a cold sweat while dug his pen to the paper again.

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Dear Diary,

Sorry my friend. I know putting you under the fridge is not a good idea. I find it difficult to take you out, too. Today it took me like 10 minutes to pick you out using the tongs that Mrs. Hawkeye normally use to pick charcoal. I'd never make the same mistake again. I cleaned the place up before leaving so don't worry about Riza. I don't think she can find out for the time being.

I scored an A for my math test while Ron got a C and he looked like he wanted to kill me on the spot. I shrugged and walked away, which made him even angrier. I love to see his angry face, it's just so funny. I laugh at it and remind myself not to get angry so often, since I don't want to look funny like him. I don't think he would leave alone after this so I better be well-prepared. I have my weapon to fight bad people, too. It's the matchbox I took from dad's storeroom. You asked why I keep matches? It's because I love fire. I like to look at flames and I think they are beautiful. I used to play with the matches in my garden. I like to burn leaves and papers and then see how they turn into ashes after less than a minute. Mom scolds me every time she sees me burning something. She says I'm a bad person and asked me whether I want to burn the house with the matches. That night Mom told Dad about it and he beat me like mad. Then they took all my matchboxes away. This matchbox was safe because I left it in my schoolbag.

You may ask while I like matchboxes so much, and why I have so many of them. Well, it's because my Dad has a factory. He produces matches. And both Dad and Mom think Ron can be succcetsor (I don't know how to spell this yet. But Dad said it means the factory will belong to Ron when he grows up.) And now he says he should never let me go to the factory because he's scared that I'll burn the whole thing. Ron will be the one who take care of everything. I ran to Riza's house and slept there that night, as I couldn't stand Dad's ranting about me not doing anything except burning everything he produces. Mr. and Mrs. Hawkeyes were really nice; they let me stay for the night. I slept on the sofa with Riza's blanket. It smelt so good and I wish I could move to her house and stay forever. So it was what happened last week and I haven't really spoken to Dad since then.

Oh so the matchbox is with me now. It's the last one left so I have to save it only for emergent time. Match is a powerful weapon. I can rub it on the box's side and the fire will come out. I'm thinking of throwing one on Ron if he hit me with the racket again. Mom will kill me again if I know I'm about to use matches on her dearest son. May be I should just bring a few matches with me and leave the rest at Riza's house. I hope she wouldn't mind. I shown her my matchboxes collection before but she didn't interested. She said if we got into a fight, I would never win her, because her water gun is more powerful. And I swore I would never fight with her, ever.

I think Riza should be back soon. Yesterday's beef stew was so tasty. I wonder tonight what I'm having for dinner. I'm thinking of going home late today. So Ron might forget about the problem and leave me alone for today. Well, just hope so.

I'm glad that I can spend more time with you from now on, since you are sleeping under Riza's fridge. Another good thing is it saves me from having all the trouble digging you up and down every time I want to write something.

I need to think about how to deal with Ron now so I'll see you again tomorrow.

Bye,

Roy.

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"Just what have you done to your brother, Roy!!!!??"

"I didn't do anything. He started the fight first; I was only trying to defense myself."

"And what did you do?"

"I threw the matches at him after he smashed me with the baseball bat." Roy replied softly with his shaken voice. He was scared as he knew what was about to come next.

One slapped and the boy slumped to the floor with tears rolling his tiny cheeks. His mother was whacking him mercilessly with a wooden cane while yelling about him cheating during exams. Poor Roy widened his eyes. He knew Ron was standing their, smirking at him, but he didn't care. He had gone numb and felt like the world had fallen apart. The boy was no longer able to hold back anymore, and was sobbing uncontrollably. Me, cheating? And I was waiting to show her my result. Why don't you love me at all, Mom?

And the noisy mixture of the beating, crying kid, yelling mother had finally came to an end as Riza's father came to Roy's house and rescued him from the torture.

"Calm down Susana (A/N: The name of Roy's mother that I made up), hey they boy's sleeping with us tonight, ok. He's still a small kid, so please don't be so furious with him."

They exchanged a few more words and Roy went to Riza's home with Mr. Hawkeye.

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"How are you feeling, Roy?" Mr. Hawkeye patted Roy's head while handing him a bowl of chicken soup.

"I'm ok, thank you Mr. Hawkeye." Roy replied hoarsely. His now swollen up eyes were gazing tiredly. After a short while, his petite hand shyly reached the spoon and started digging up the soup.

Riza's father found himself a seat next to Roy and began to speak. "What did you do that make your mom angry like that?" The young boy swallowed the last spoon, then got on the story with clear sadness on his face.

"Don't worry too much, son. I doubt she really meant it. May be your mom was just too angry over the matches thing, that's all. We are always here for you and you know that, right?" The man beamed at the boy with his big hand patting on the small shoulder.

"So you are sleeping over for the night huh? How about sleeping with Riza?"

"Errr… It's ok, Mr. Hawkeye. I'll take the sofa a usual."

"Come on, don't be embarrassed. We are family after all. And I'm sure she's waiting to cheer you up. Come on…"

Roy nodded, feeling defeated. Of course sleeping next to Riza was something he would never dare to dream of. He could die to be with Riza forever. But not now. What will she think about me? A big boy crying his soul out while being beaten my his mom… Just what is this???

"Hey are you dozing off, Roy? Let's go to bed now. You looked really tired, come on." Mrs. Hawkeye reached for his hand and walked him toward Riza's room. The boy refused to continue as they almost arrived.

"Huh? What's wrong?" Riza's mom stooped down and softly asked the boy.

"But I…" His face reddened and he was closed to tears.

Then the beautiful lady warped her delicate arms around the small body, her hand slowly stroked the back of his head as she reassured the boy, "Do not be afraid of anything, Roy. We are with you and especially Riza, she's worrying about you, you know?"

The boy nodded with his head rested on Mrs. Hawkeye's newly wetted shoulder. She lifted him up, carried him to Riza's room and put him down to the soft bed.

She stroked his head again, "Sleep tight, ok. Riza, you can take care of him, right?"

"Sure, Mom." The girl spoke while she shifted to make space for Roy.

"Good night, you two." Mrs. Hawkeye smiled and kissed both of them. "Roy would want omelets for breakfast, right?"

"Thank you, Mrs. Hawkeye. And good night."

" Nights, Mom."

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"Hey you ok, Roy?" Riza turned over and talked to Roy's back.

"Uhm…"

"Come on, face me. I know you are crying again."

"If you know it then don't ask me to face you."

"Turn over, quick. You want me to shoot you?"

Roy's back faced a completely opposite direction within 5 seconds.

"Are you happy now?" The boy grumbled, attempting to have his hair bangs cover the teary eyes.

"Aww.. come on" Riza moved closer and hugged him to sleep.

For sure it was always sunny after the rain. Roy could feel that it was like the best night he would ever have.

And good things tend to end pretty soon. Sometimes it ended so quickly before you even realized you were having it. And unfortunately it did apply to Roy.

.:. The next morning .:.

"Get off my bad you PERVERT (A/N: Riza somehow seems to pick up words fast ^^;)"

Just one kick and Roy was sent flying across the room.

"Ouch… I didn't do anything to deserve that kick!!! It was you who hugged me!!!" The panic-stricken boy found himself pushing his own body to the cold wall, his breath became shallow and he was sweating hard like a pregnant woman in labor. He stared at Riza with his mouth hung low, waiting for the worst to come.

"What did you say??" Riza roared with the water gun held tight.

"Nothing, madam!!! I'm sorry!!! ARG!!!!"

And it was the 1st time in his poor life he'd ever felt how frail and insignificant his poor existance could be.

(To be continued)

[Next chapter's (working) title: The identical twins that were no longer identical]

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How do you think about this story? Do you think I should continue writing this? Roy seems a bit girly, ne? But since we don't know anything about his childhood, so i think i'm quite safe here ^^; Please comment to tell me what you think about the story, whether i should continue or get my a$$ out of this work... tell me, ok. I need your feedbacks. The fate of this story depends on you, too.

And has the manga every mentioned about Riza's Dad's name? I feel like making up a names for both her parents. I feel irritated keep calling them Mr. and Mrs. Hawkeye... I should create a few names right? Should I? Should I? Or can you suggest something to me? Btw my battery has suddenly gone dead so i have no energy left to check through the chapter again. Sorry for any typos or grammalitical mistakes found.

Thank you for reading. Until next time~

Ja ne~