A/N: Ok, so this was called 'Untitled' and like I said I would.. I updated everything! But that also includes the first chapter. (and my name). It is considerably shorter than the previous one but I like it a lot better. The paragraphs in italics are memories. If it's hard to understand, well here is a basic outline going through my head. The reason why the regular text is in 1st person right now is because Roy is talking to someone about his childhood and whatever else. You probably won't find out who until, chapter 3-ish? And the memories are in 3rd person because that's how the story will be written after the first few chapters. The personalities are probably a little off but hey, I'm new at this and I'm tryin my best lol If you are confused, say something and I'll try to clarify it the best I can. I hope you enjoy :))

Disclaimer: Don't own anything unfortunately, except my lovely laptop

Chapter 1:You Owe Me One

My parents died when I was four, but I don't actually recall any of it. Father's sister, Chris, took me and raised me. I spent most of my time helping out around her bar and having the girls gush all over me. She told me day in and day out that her only purpose with me was to make me a gentleman. Her girls quickly became like sisters to me but then again, there were times when they did things to me that sister should not.

My aunt often goes by Madame Christmas in Central City. She said that her and the girls need to remain as unknown as possible. Safety reasons, I suppose. The bar was quite popular, especially on weekends, when most of the single men went out partying. See, the girls, well they're almost like escorts. A good many guys come on the weekends to release some pent up "energy" up in the rooms above the bar. I'm locked in my own room typically when those days come by. That doesn't mean that I can't hear though. The walls must be as thin as paper, because aside from the fact that I can't see, I feel like I'm right there with the girls and their guest. I was young at the time, but Chris couldn't keep much from me when I got to questioning everytime the girls went somewhere private with their guest. So I kind of knew what was happening in the rooms beside my own. Madame says it is completely the girls choice, and the money they earn by doing it is theirs to keep. I couldn't really grab the meaning of that then, but now I make sure they don't ever have to think of doing something like that to keep food on the table. They're my family, and I will do anything for them.

On my thirteenth birthday, I got something that some would say started my whole "playboy antics" but I would never label myself as a playboy. I just haven't found the right girl to be with. I never regretted what happened on my birthday that year. It started a new chapter in my life. It was all of the women after my first or second or third time that I found as a mistake. I didn't care though because I finally found a way to forget about the car crash. My aunt thought I was too young to remember and she's right. I can't tell you what happened. That doesn't mean that every night I don't lay up thinking where my mom and dad went, if they're actually gone forever or what, but then momentarily I can forget until I learn to cope with their death.

I was the reason why more and more women were frequently coming to the bar now. Not to get drunk off of the beverages but to try to get drunk off of me. Only myself knows how many women I've slept with. I am also the only one that knows that instead of staying up thinking of my parents, I now stay up to think of the new mistake that is sprawled across my body. The hour or so that I was with them, my mind was blank. No regrets, no mistakes. When I was in the war, my mind was blank because of my exhaustion but then, afterwards, I was plagued with memories I wanted to leave behind. I needed to be empty again. There was a difference between when I was just an adolecent and when I left the war. I had someone who cleared my mind, made me happy, and I never regetted any moment when I was with her. I cherish them all.

I started getting interested in alchemy around the age of ten. The male customers that got attached to the girls often hung around the bar after hours. They used their alchemy to shapen the place back up after the nightly events and Chris surely didn't mind. They had so much power and control, that it just captivated me. Within two years or so, I did alchemy fairly well. It faded away when I got hooked on the women who oggled at me. Madame knew sleeping around with the women would turn me into nothing special, so she called in a favor from a long time ago, long before I was born she said. That summer I was heading out East. I met the girl who knows me better than anyone else. Probably even myself.

"Roy!" Chris Mustang was much too old to be chasing her nephew around and keeping him away from trouble. Also known as women. One thing she promised herself she'd never do to the young man was control him. She was a rough, hard woman with morales, even though owning a brothel probably doesn't make it seem so. Roy was the only family she had left after her brother passed away and she'd be damned if he threw his life away for a trashy women ten years his senior. That was the moment she decided she was going to make the first and probably the only decision for him.

Roy heard his Aunt from the back room where he was stacking up whiskey bottles for the night and made his way quickly to the bar counter. The Madame didn't like to wait. She was leaning against the bar while taking a drag from the cigarette in her mouth. It was a typical pose for her. When he slid into a bar stool, she lifted up one finger indicating she wanted a moment to finish her cigarette. Roy looked around the bar with the morning light shining through and wondered if this is what his future would look like. Would he live a life like his Aunt? Waking up every morning preparing for another night of drunked brawls, a room smelling of cigarette smoke and booze, and his customers puking after drinking too much?

"When was the last time you did alchemy?" Always straight to the point. She never asked anyone how they were or anything that would make her seem attached.

"It's been awhile, Madame." It was weird for Roy to be so formal with her. Before the death of his parents, he would always be on first name basis with her. She was a lot more sentimental towards her family. The death effected both of them. "Why?" Roy had to swallow the ball in his throat after the brief thought of how life had been before.

"You need to get away from here. I can't have a mere child attracting business." Roy had a confused look that Christmas took upon immediately. Even if she wasn't as close to him as before she didn't want the poor child to think she was abandoning him. "I want you to make something of yourself, Roy. Your parents would be so ashamed if they saw the way you were letting women use your body. I will not allow you to continue with it any longer."

Roy was hurt and angry that she was making decisions for him. If his parents were there to see anything at all, he wouldn't have been sleeping around. They weren't though, they were dead. He looked up at his Aunt and noticed the way she looked many years older than what she was and how defeated she looked. Almost as if she didn't know what to do any more. Then he realized she shouldn't have been worrying about how he was brought up and the way he lived. It was his fault. He needed to fix it.

"Where are you sending me?" He liked where he was at and the friends he had. Chris was right though, he needed to start focusing on his future. She couldn't raise him forever.

"The East, countryside I believe." Roy was not a country boy. He liked big crowds and loud noises. Not green land and farm animals everywhere. What exactly was he going to do there of all places?

"I knew someone from a long, long time ago. I helped him out immensely and he was more than happy to return the favor." The almost-not-there smirk that Chris wore was a dead giveaway that the man did not actually want to do anything for her. You never said "no" to Chris though, especially if you owed her one.

"He was a great scientist and knows alchemy very well. I do believe he is well known for his work around the world and within the military. He will be taking you on as his apprentice and you'll learn everything he believes you are worthy enough to learn." Roy's appearance took on more of an excited and interested look now. He always enjoyed performing alchemy years ago but it just faded away. Now he could learn from the best? He truly was excited and grateful.

"What is his name, Madame?" The eagerness to learn more was washing over his entire face. Chris was glad he wasn't upset anymore. All she wanted was to raise him for a bright future. So that, maybe, happiness can pursue and the rain pouring down on both of them would eventually fade.

"Berthold Hawkeye."

A/N: Well what did ya think? I hope it isn't tooooo bad. I hope you have enough time to review as well. The next chapter should be up fairly quickly. And just as a future reference, this will most likely been an M rated story. Hope ya liked :))