Heloooo! I can now officially say my friends think I'm crazy! YAY! That's ok I love FMA anyway. Oh, and i don't own the characters or FMA.
Even when they were young, Roy Mustang and Riza Hawkeye had an undeniable connection, which even adults can't obtain easily. This connection grew stronger at an exponential rate, and little did they know that love at first sight really was possible. That's what it was.
Love.
The word rolls off one's tongue like a song. It is Riza and Roy's favorite song, and it is a song they've danced together in perfect harmony since they met. This song can only be danced to in pairs, and even when one dancer is a master at the steps, without a partner, the steps are off beat, and out of time. The only way the two of them would dance the loveliest dance you've seen, is when they're together.
"Father," Riza knocked on the door to her father's study irritated that she had to actually bring his meals up to him. She had to every day, or he would forget to eat.
"Enter," her father's rough voice sounded from behind the mahogany doors.
She stepped in, and sighed at the ghastly sight of his messy study. She placed the meal on the floor beside the door, the only place in the room that was not covered in messy piles of discarded papers, and forgotten notes.
"Riza," her father addressed his daughter absentmindedly, "I am taking on an apprentice. He will be arriving shortly. What was his name?" there was a pause. "Oh, yes, Mustang, like the horse. You will prepare his room, and help him accommodate to his new housing. Understood?"
"Yes, Father," Riza said with a curt nod. He didn't hear the sneer in her voice, because he was already diligently scrawling more notes in a notebook.
She walked across the large house, and into the kitchen. She cleaned as well as she could, even though there wasn't much to clean, she kept the house spotless.
When she was done she walked up the stairs and into the linen closet. Riza picked the sheets, a lovely shade of off white, and headed off to prepare his room.
There were over ten rooms to choose from, but she chose the one directly next to hers. It was the third biggest, the second being hers and the first being her father's. The room had powder blue walls and a large desk facing the wall. There were two dressers, and a closet, with the bed right next to the window. She had just finished cleaning and dusting, when the doorbell rang.
Riza scurried down the stairs, and to the foyer where the front door was located. A Xingese boy, not much older than herself, standing in the doorway, met her. He had onyx eyes that twinkled with hidden fire, and he stood tall and proud, but not arrogant. His eyes said, either take me for what I am, or watch me as I go, and she liked that he was content with himself. She was always a good judge of character, and she saw that him and her would easily see eye to eye.
"Follow me, Mr. Mustang," Riza said in a stern and detached voice.
His first thought was, who's she? She's actually really pretty. She was slightly younger and shorter that he was, with long, flowing golden hair, and eyes that looked like they were mixed in chocolate and gold. They were strong, like something happened that made her grow older and wiser, but there was still a young flame in them that said, either you respect me, and my home, or I will kill you.
He complied with her request, and followed her to two mahogany doors that opened into an incredibly messy study. Papers and books were everywhere.
"Father, Mr. Mustang is here," She said with a tired sigh when he didn't answer.
"Father, Mr. Mustang has arrived," Riza stated again with ire rising in her voice. She walked up to him and slammed her hand on the notebook next to him.
He jumped and looked over his shoulder to the two standing in the room. He looked as if he'd forgotten that there were other people in the house.
"Father, I sincerely hope that you will not treat Mr. Mustang with such disrespect while you are teaching him," Riza hissed through clenched teeth.
"Mr. Mustang, come here," Riza's father said sternly.
When the young boy walked over to the towering man, he said with discipline in his voice, "Sir!"
"You will address me as Master Hawkeye, and you will address my daughter as Miss Hawkeye. Nothing more, nothing less. You will come to this study every day when you come home from school for three hours. On the weekends, you will come for four hours at nine, then you are free to go about whatever it is you wish for the rest of the weekend. You disobey my rules, and you will face me. Understood?"
"Yes, Master Hawkeye," Roy said.
"You are dismissed. Lessons will start tomorrow," Master said.
Roy nodded, and turned to 'Miss Hawkeye'.
"Come with me Mr. Mustang," Riza said in an emotionless voice. "We must get you accommodated with your new room."
"I apologize for not introducing myself," Roy said nervously to the small, beautiful, scary looking girl. "My name is Roy, and I am 12 years old, and you are?" he asked politely.
"Riza. I am 10 years old, and I will not condone you using my first name in the presence of my father," she sneered the word father, like it burned her throat on the way out. "Here is your room. Mine is right next to yours on the left, if you need anything." She said. She then mumbled, "I sincerely hope you can handle this hellhole."
"That bad huh?" Roy asked.
Riza let out a sharp laugh.
"You don't know the half of it. Well, goodnight Mr. Mustang, I hope you find what you're looking for here."
"Me too, Miss Hawkeye, me too," he whispers as they both slip into their rooms.
Both of them had found exactly what they were looking for...
I hope that was good. It's my first fanfiction, so I really hope you guys liked it. If you do, I will continue writing all the way until Roy, then Riza join the military. But, I wont know you liked it unless you tell me (Hint hint: leave a little comment, good or bad) ^_^ Thanks.