Hybrid
Hey guys! This is kbomb234 with my first story! *balloons float down, fireworks go off, etc.* Please enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist. If I did, Royai FTW! But, as I do not, my dreams are unaccomplished T_T (P.S. Cruelty and Shania, I do own [they are my O.C.s])
Prologue
"Please, sir?" A tanned hand tugged at the edge of Colonel Roy Mustang's uniform pants, pulling him out of his thoughts. He paused and turned around. His eyes widened in surprise as a small girl, clutching a tiny stuffed cat, stood in front of him. The little girl was no more than five or six, but that, even in its testament to the cruelty of life, was not what had shocked him. The girl was Ishvalen, but wait, her hair was black? Her skin was that familiar oak hue and her eyes were ruby colored, but her hair was as black as a raven's.
"Sir?" Her voice tugged at him again. He knelt down to reach her level and looked into her face.
"Yes, what do you want?" he said, not unkindly.
"S-sir, do y-you have a-any cenz? I-I-I-I need money f-for food," she stuttered out. And she bowed her head and waited for the inevitable cuff and/or harsh refusal. Tears of fear leaked out from her tightly clenched eyes. Roy felt his heart break. What kind of hardships had this little girl faced at such young an age? Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a handkerchief.
"Hey, hey. Don't cry." He told her, wiping her tears away. Sniffing, she looked at him, the tears still swimming in her eyes. He decided to ask her another question. "How long has it been since you had a decent meal?"
She squinted her eyes trying to remember. "Two or three months ago, I think?"
That crushed him. Roy felt compassion sweeping over him like a wave. He smiled gently at the girl. "Don't you have someone at home waiting for you?"
"Mama's dead," she stated bluntly. "And Daddy left just before Mama had me. I have no home." She wiped her nose sadly. Roy thought for a second, then a glimmer of an idea formed in his head.
'What? Are you INSANE? There is no telling what that girl could do to your house!" his head yelled. But his heart whispered softly, 'You know, she might do some good for you.' Shaking his head, he asked her a question.
"Well, as you have no home, would you like to come with me? I'll get you something to eat and maybe, if you want, you could live with me." Eyes wide with hope and mistrust, she stood torn. She knew she had to eat or she was going to die, butshe didn't know who he was. One hand clutching her stuffed cat, she fiddled with the end of her ragged dress with the other. Roy sensed her mistrust and patted her head.
"Don't worry. I won't hurt you, I promise," he said to reassure her. Then after a final thought, she smiled and took his hand, nodding her assent. Roy returned the smile and picked her up. She wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her head in his shoulder.
"Th-thank you, sir," she mumbled.
"Hey, don't call me sir, call me Roy. O.K.?" he told her.
"Ok, then R-Roy."
That day, two wounded lonely souls were bonded together through a chance meeting. Roy Mustang was now a father!
Well, that's it for now folks. (Sorry if Roy seemed OOC. -_-) Please review!