Never Going Home
By: Bluerain2blue
This purely fan made. I do not own FullMetal Alchemist. The owner is Hiromu Arakawa.
Author's Note: So, I came up with this idea and another one too. But know one knows about the second one, I never worked out a lot of the stuff in it. Anyways, this one I sent to three of my friends, to of which are fan fiction writers themselves and the other just a friend, and they all thought it was cool. One of them really liked it, though, and asked if I would write some of it before the next chapter to 'Just a Vacation', which I have been working on. I said that would be fine but then I couldn't figure out how to start it. So, now I shall choose one of the two ways I thought up so here you go. Enjoy.
Chapter 1 Never
"But father, what about the secrets!" Riza Hawkeye tried to reason with her father.
"He can't even learn the basics. He'll never understand them." He replied, sternly.
"But father…"
"No buts, the money he'll make when he joins the military will help us." He almost yelled. "You know how far we are in debt. You can go now."
Riza glared at him but did as she was told. She walked to the door, opened it calmly, and walked out into the hallway, not forgetting to slam the door behind her. She began to walk to her room but stopped when she felt someone put their arms around her waist.
"Well, well, it looks like I've finally found you." A voice said from behind her.
"Get your danged hands off me, Archer!" Riza yelled, knowing exactly who it was.
"Is that any way to treat your husband-to-be?" He said with a sly smile.
"I don't know what your talking about." She lied. "Now let go of me!"
Archer laughed, then, whispered in her ear. "You know what I'm talking about and why should I?"
This made her even more angry and it showed in her tone. "Because if you don't I'll shoot your happy place off!"
Archer released her, immediately. He knew she would do what she threaten, he had tested her one time and almost got his head shot off. He didn't even want to think of her deadly aim aiming there, that dang hobby of hers could really be bad for his health, so he just watched as she quickly made her way into her room, making sure she slammed that door too.
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Riza sat on her bed muttering to herself in the dark. "He had no right to do that. Sure, we have debts but that's only because of him and his dang studies. And There's no way I'll ever marry that idiot!" She, then, stood up and walked over to her closet.
She looked through her small closet , found her dark blue backpack, and throw it on the bed. Almost as soon as it landed, she had tossed three outfits on it, all consisting of blue jeans expected one that were dark green jean shorts, that would come mid thigh, and two t-shirts and one tank top. She, then, walked over to her old wooden dresser and tossed her underclothes over with the rest of the things on the bed.
She walked over to the bed and neatly packed all of them. She stood there a moment trying to think of other things she may need or forget and remembered what was missing. She walked over to her bedside table, opened the draw, and pulled out a black .45 pistol with two boxes of ammo. She gently sat them next to her on the bed just like the backpack.
Riza, then, sigh and picked up her pillow pulling out a notebook from under it. She opened it, after putting the pillow back down, and stared at the old photograph resting inside it. She smiled slightly at it before closing the notebook. She grabbed the backpack off the bed without having to move and gently put away the things she had just gotten out.
She, then, picked up her backpack, walked over to her door, and grabbed her black jacket that came down mid thigh. She put it on, then, her backpack on over that as she made her way over to the window. She opened the window, looked down, and for once she was thankful her room was on the first floor. She jumped out the window, making sure to make no noise, landing in a crouching position and took off running to the wood behind her house.
She stopped when she got to where the woods began and turned around to look back at the house she was finally escaping from. She smiled. 'I think this may be the smartest thing I've ever done.' She turned, quickly, and took off deep into the woods.
After she was away a good 7 miles, she stopped in a little clearing and sat back against a large oak tree. She patted heavily and whispered. "I should be safe for now. I bet they don't even notice until they see there's no breakfast." She laughed slightly at her last sentence because it was probably true.
She looked up at the starry sky through the trees. 'So this is what it's like to be free, huh?' Was her last thought before she fell asleep against the tree.
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She woke up the next morning to someone humming and the smell of something cooking. She opened her eyes, having to blink a bit at first to let her eyes adjust to the new light hitting them, and saw a man with black hair crouched down in front of her with his back turned to a fire in front of him. She blinked again to make sure she wasn't seeing things then said in a hard voice. "Who are you?"