Young Lovers: A Royai FanFic

Disclaimer: I don't own FMA… It is annoying to constantly write that… .

Chapter 1: New Neighbors

Summer was fading and school was about to start soon. Walking down a sidewalk was a pair of lifelong friends. They went everywhere together and shared every secret possible. Today they were walking past a big mansion, one of the boys was waling hand in hand with a girl.

"Oh Roy, look at that house! Isn't it beautiful?" The girl tugged at the boy's arm.

"Hmm…?" He looked up at the house and whistled. It really was a nice house. It sat on a hill and a large garden. A beautiful fountain stood in the front, sculpted in the figure of a radiant woman. "Yeah, that really is nice. What do you think, Maes?"

Roy's friend jolted out of a fantasy and nodded. "Yeah it looks nice. I heard a rumor that it's been sold. There's gonna be a new family in town."

Just when they were about to cross the gate, a car blocked them until the gate opened. Squinting, Roy saw two figures sitting in the back seat. Unfortunately, that was all he could make out. Only the driver was in clear view. "Well, it looks like you're right about the new family. How do you get your information?"

Maes smiled. "Oh I'll never tell!"

Roy's female "friend" finally spoke up. "Oh it'd be heavenly to live in that house. You'd feel just like a princess."

The boys looked at each other and shrugged…

"C'mon Crystal. We gotta get going."

The car traveled up the long hill to the front door of the house. A man stood there waiting for them. He was middle aged and dressed up in a suit. Once he spotted the car, he approached it and opened the door.

"Ah, Mr. Hawkeye! I am pleased to see you've made it here safely."

The man who stepped out was in his late 30's. He had blonde hair and green eyes. The way he presented himself demanded immediate respect. After adjusting his tie and vest, he turned around to help the other passenger out of the car.

A small, delicate hand grabbed his and out stepped a young girl. She was young, around 16 or 17. Her long blonde hair was softly playing through the breeze and so was her short white dress.

The middle aged man smiled. "Ah and Miss Riza as well. You look lovely."

The girl smiled politely and nodded her head in his direction. "Thank you Mr. Anderson. You have very kind to my father and me." She tilted her head back to the car and tried to look inside. After a pause, she went back inside and pulled out a small white puppy. "There you are, you didn't think the car was our new home did you?" Riza laughed as she watched the young puppy wriggle around in her arms.

Her father, having seen this, caught her off guard. "Riza! Remember your manners in front of your elders!" Riza blushed and nodded her head in an apology.

"Yes father, I apologize Mr. Anderson."

Mr. Anderson broke out in laughter. "Oh no, Miss Riza! You're still young and you should enjoy yourself. Go a little easier on her Alex."

Mr. Hawkeye shrugged. "She still needs to learn to be respectful. Even one little slip up can cost her in the future." He grabbed the puppy from Riza and smiled. "You'd better take care of her while we live here." It responded with a bark.

"Well Alex, all your belongings are already in the house…" Mr. Anderson held out a set of keys. "Now all it needs are the residents."

Alex grabbed the keys. "Yes thank you very much. You can go now if you have other appointments."

Mr. Anderson looked over at his pocket watch. "Actually, I do need to be some place else." He walked in the direction of his own car, which was parked to the side. Before entering he waved back. "I'll come see you again later, and I'll show Miss Riza where her new school is!"

Alex told the driver that he could park the car and put down the puppy, who was squirming around too much. He walked up the steps to the front door and used one key to open it. He motioned for his daughter to follow. She obeyed once she picked up the puppy again.

The front hallway was a grand sight to look at. The staircases spiraled to each of the four floors. Both Alex and Riza looked unimpressed. This kind of house was an everyday thing to them.

Riza was startled by the feeling of cold metal digging into her palm. She looked and there was a key in her hand. She looked at her father, who simply advised that she not lose it and that is was the only copy he was going to give her.

She nodded and asked where they put her room. Her father replied that it was in the West Wing of the fourth floor. She excused herself, saying she wanted to make sure everything was there.

Riza put her puppy down and made a dash for the stairs, certain that the dog would follow her. She took a right turn at the fourth floor and run towards the open door at the end of the curving hallway. She paused in the doorway and smiled.

Everything was there. From her canopy bed to the smooth wooden gun case. Her father was not only concerned with her manners; he was also wanted to pass along his own talent to his only child. Riza walked up to her bed and ran her hand on the soft white comforter.

It was then she noticed the window that led to the balcony. Her smiled widened. She instantly walked out to catch in the view. Close behind was her puppy who was panting. She looked back and laughed. "School doesn't start again for two weeks. Why don't we go see what the town has to offer tomorrow. What do you say Hayate?"

Woof. That was the answer she got.

Author's Notes: I wrote this one pretty quick. - I've always pictured Hawkeye coming from a rich family. That and I always thought she should be an only child. If you remember my other fanfic "Window Shopping," don't expect anything soon. I'm sorry but that was an old story I put in and I've lost interest. I'm already started Ch. 2 for this one, so some helpful criticism will be noted and thanked at the beginning of the next update.