*Author's note* Knoichiwa! It's Ash with my first Fullmetal Alchemist Fanfiction! I started watching this series and I thought to myself after the second episode ended "I'm willing to let this consume my soul." So here I am! Now I'm going to warn you now! This is a Fanfiction in which I ship my OC with Edward Elric but it doesn't being to develop until later. She also has a relationship with another character but it's not romance I promise! So if you don't want that then I understand just don't get mad at me please! Now that I have explained myself Here without further delay is Chapter 1! This chapter is shit but it's better than I thought it would be.

"A bar. Really?" I mumble as I look down at the piece of paper I hold in my hands. I compare the address on the paper with the one on the building. "Yep. Looks like this is the place." I sigh. It looks pretty well kept for a bar now a days. I push the door open slowly and walk in. The lights are dimmed and it seems kinda busy. There are people of all types. The lonely souls that need to drink away their memories, the alcoholics that are only there for the booze, the ones that only show up looking for a good time and the ones that seem to think they made a mistake in even thinking of showing up. With my luck on the other hand get confronted by the village asshole. There's always one or more at bars and places of the sort.

"Hey there *hic* cutie. You here alone?" The idiot gives me a cocky smile and leans in close. I almost vomit at the scent of alcohol on his breath. I felt dizzy just breathing the same air as him.

I give a look of disgust. "Actually yes and I'm not looking for any company."

His smirk turns into a look of lust and desire. "Ooooooh. I see you're one of those girls aren't ya?" He tries to wrap his arm around my shoulders. He puts extra emphasis on 'those'.

I duck out of the way. "Excuse me?" I ask clearly insulted. "I'm fifteen, Perv." I spit and walk to the bar. I find a stool and sit down. I place my hands on the counter and sit patiently. After a few moments one of the Bartenders approaches to serve me.

"What can I get you? Wait," He asks after looking at my face. "Aren't you a state alchemist or something?" I should have been expecting that.

I shake my head. "No but-" He cuts me off again.

"Okay well you look to young to be drinking. Can I ask your age?"

"I'm fifteen." I answer.

"Oh well sorry miss but I can't serve you I'm going to have to ask you to leave." He tells me and turns to serve someone else.

"I'm not here for a drink I'm looking for someone!" I tell him panicking a little.

"Well who are you looking for?"

I pull the paper out and look at the name I had scribbled down. "Uh, I'm looking for a Chris Mustang?"

The bartender gives me a confused look. "You mean Madame Christmas?" I nod my head. "Oh, okay hold on. I'll be right back." He hurries off and leaves me at the bar. I tie my black hair out of my face in a quick bun as I wait. It kept falling into my face. After a few minutes the Bartender returns with a woman. "Here she is." He gives me a smile and goes back to his job.

"Can I help you?" The woman asks in a rough voice. I look at her and she seems to gain a look of surprise. I bet I know why. "Roy? Well! Isn't this a surprise! My Roy-Boy has come for a visit!" She laughs "So How have you been son?" She asks.

I clear my throat. "I'm not the person you are referring to. My name is Kyoko and I was wondering if you could help me." I tell her. Madame Christmas pulls out a cigarette.

She puffs smoke into the air. "What can I help you with?" She asks.

I pull out the paper and hand it to her. "I'm looking for this man. I've been told you can help me." I hand it to her. Along with the notes I have on it there is also a sketch I drew thinking it might help me. Seems I was right. She holds the paper out in front of her and her eyes shift from me to the sketch.

"What did he do?" She asks rather suddenly.

"Nothing that I'm aware of. I'm just looking to see if you can aid me in my search." I say a bit nervously.

For a moment we don't say anything. I just sit as Chris examines me. Her eyes search every inch of my face. "There are only two ways you could look like him. Why are you looking for him?" She asks. Her tone is suddenly more serious than before.

I gulp and answer. "I have reason to believe that we are related in someway or another."

"And what reasoning is that?" She demands as she takes another puff from her cigarette.

"I've been mistaken for him a few times. I thought it was strange considering that no one in my hometown knew where I came from. I was raised by one of the local alchemists." She cuts me off.

"Do you practice at all?"

I nod. "Yes actually I do."

"How long?"

"Since I was seven."

"How old are you now?"

"Fifteen." She looks a bit surprised.

"How skilled are you?"

"I no longer have to draw a transmutation circle in order to use my alchemy."

She sounds more interested now. "What exactly do you practice?" She asks curiously.

"Multiple types. I practice in use of elemental alchemy. Earth, Air, Water and fire" I tell her as I play with a napkin. " I just don't use the fire as often due to the fact that it's slightly more powerful and I can't always control it." Her eyes widen and she stops right in the middle of blowing smoke. "What is it?" I ask.

"You practice in fire and no longer require having to draw a transmutation circle . . ." She seems to dwell on this thought for a few moments. She breaks the silence that was beginning to fill the gap between us. "I think I can help you. Just what exactly is it that you want though?"

I clear my throat and wipe my sweaty palms on my pants. "I need your help to prove he is related to me or at least help me find him so I can meet him. Can you tell me anything else you know about him?" I ask reluctantly. She nods

"Follow me." I trail behind her to a room in the back of the bar. She shuts the door behind her and gestures for me to take a seat in one of the two chairs. I take a seat and Chris sits down. "Do you have a piece of paper and a writing utensil?" I nod and hand it to her. She begins to scribble down something but I can't see it. She writes for a few minutes then gives me the paper. "You give this to a woman named Riza Hawkeye or Maes Hughes. Then ask them to deliver it to Roy. There is a set of instructions on the back of it for you. I want you to follow these orders then hand in the paper."

I nod. "This is going to sound like a really stupid question but am I correct in assuming that his name if Roy Mustang?"

"Yes you are. And if you two are related then your last name would be Mustang as well and you would also be my niece." She tells me.

"Excuse me. Um, niece?" I ask.

"Yes. Roy is my nephew along with adoptive son. His parents passed away when he was younger and I took him in." She adds. After that we talk for quite a while. She seems like a rare kind in the world today. Rough but honest with a caring side about her. She walks me out and at the door she stops me from leaving for a moment.

"Kyoko," She grabs me by the shoulders. "After talking to you there is no doubt in my mind that you could be my niece." She tells me. I can see a smile playing on her lips.

"Really? Why?" I ask and raise an eyebrow in question.

"You remind me of him so much it's kind of scary in a way. You look like you could be Roy's twin if you cut your hair. You have everything the same facial shape, eyes, nose, hell even your hair is the same color. And if you aren't I would still love to have you as an adoptive child seeing as though you have o family. But I really don't second guess it." She smiles. I thank her for her time and help and promise to contact her when I get to the address she had written on the paper. I begin to walk out on my way to the address written on the paper. It's not to far but defiantly farther than I had hoped.

I wonder if this is all just a wild goose chase as I begin the third hour of my trip. What if it's just a silly coincidence. Would I just end up embarrassing myself? Would that make me just another ignorant clueless little girl? I've second guessing everything since I began my research. I actually ended up setting my papers on fire a few times I got so frustrated. But I've come this far and there is no backing down now.

After awhile I got bored. So I played with my alchemy a bit. I know it sounds childish but it's actually great for practice. I would manipulate the air around me and make mini tornadoes and mess with the wind speeds. I would play with the grass and grow flowers and make it longer in some spots than others. I threw a bit of water into the air and formed floating bubbles and I practiced freezing it and moving it. It ended up in my mouth in the end. This actually kept me occupied longer than I had thought and time flew by. Because by the time I knew it I was at Central City.

This is it. Now there really any turning back now. I walk through the city streets and ask for directions to the Central Command building. I follow the instructions that Chris had given me first. When I finally find it I walk up to the gate. There are a few guards standing outside it.

"Uh . . . Excuse me?" I ask as I approach.

"Can I help you?" One of them answers. By the look he had given me I could tell he just wanted to go home.

"Uh . . . I'm looking for Riza Hawkeye or Maes Hughes. Can you help me?" This is probably a long shot. He gives me a strange look then nods to one of the others.

"Look little girl, I don't know what rock you just crawled out from under but Maes Hughes is dead. He was murdered last week." He tells me bluntly.

I look down, "Oh . . ." The guard continues to question me until the other guard returns. He tells him something I can't hear then tells me to follow. But as soon as I step through the gate they both hold my hands behind my back. "What the hell?!"

"We are not sure of your intentions so you must be kept under close watch while on the premises."

"I already told you I just want to deliver a message and use a phone. That is literally it." I mutter as they drag me along. Ounce inside More join and I have an entourage following me. Great, this doesn't make me feel like a criminal at all. We walk through a maze of hallways. I gain looks from many people we pass. It's a mixture of dread, curiosity and admiration. I wonder why though. When we finally stop in front of a door one of them knocks.

"Come in." A muffled voice answers from behind the door. I put my head down just in case but one of the guards stands in front of me instead.

"Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye," One of them starts. "You have a visitor. We are unaware of her intentions so she must be kept under close watch and restrictions while on the premises."

"Okay," I hear a female voice answer followed by the sound of a gun being loaded and cocked. I tense up a bit at the sound. "Let me see her." The guard in front me moves. The woman has blonde hair that's been clipped back and brown eyes. My head is down but I can see her with the gun pointed at my face through my black hair. She must be Riza. She walks closer to me and then puts her gun away. She comes closer and crouches so she can see my face. I'm kind of on the shorter side for my age but I don't mind it. "Can I help you?" She asks in a nice tone.

"Are you Riza Hawkeye?" I ask for confirmation. She nods. I look up to the guards and pull on my arm. She motions for them to let go and my arms are freed. I reach into my bag and pull out the note. "I was told to deliver this to you." I hand her the paper. She reads it then looks back at me.

"Can I see your face and ask who you are?" She asks. I lift up my head and move my hair behind my face.

I lift my head up and look her in the eyes. "My name is Kyoko." I tell her. Riza's eyes seem to widen at the sight of me. I wonder why everyone does that?

"Give me a minute okay?" I nod and she stands and moves to a desk behind her.

I suddenly remember something else. "Oh wait!" I reach into my bag and pull out an object she had also given me to deliver. Riza motions for me to walk over to her. I obey and move toward her. I hold out my hand with the object in it. "Chris also wanted me to deliver this as well. I believe she said something about having it for proof." Her eyes widen more at the object as she takes it from me. It was a silver pocket watch.

"How did you get that?" A low voice asks. It sounds like the one that allowed us to enter the room to begin with. Riza moves sideways and I am able to get a view of the desk and the person sitting at it. I can fell my eyes widen at the site. And so do his.

I think I'm starting to see the family resemblance. Now I can't blame everyone for mistaking me for a man called Roy Mustang. Because the man standing in front of me now I swear looks just like me only taller with shorter hair.