I do NOT own Full Metal Alchemists.

Please note... I have finished the ending, it's horrifically depressing. It will NOT make you happy. But I love it. It is the only way I could see it logically ending. Also. Starting chapter one at the ending, it'll get sad. That being said...if you don't like that kinda stuff. Move on.

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Along the road, walked a small girl. She had midnight black hair and emerald eyes, that held much sorrow, and death, her skin was the color of sugar mixed with cream. In the crock of her gentle little arms, was a teddy bear and in her hand was a note. She hummed to herself unsure of her future, but she knew her mother had faith it would be bright. She was tired and weak. Her legs felt like silly putty stretched so far it was transparent. She fell to her knees feebly. She closed her eyes, as the felt like a ten pound rock on her eyes. Snow began to fall on the four year old child. She didn't care. She was too tired. About five minutes later Riza Hawkeye came around the corner. She eyed the child tenderly. She couldn't be late...but how could she leave the child? She picked her up and carried her to Roy's office.

Roy was doing paperwork looking at Riza in dry curiosity. "Who is the child, Hawkeye" he blinked.

" I am not sure" She said " However she was holding a note" she said putting the child down on the couch.

Roy walked over picking the note up and began" to read.

In pristine cursive it read:

"To whom finds my darling Emrie, please take her to her father. Roy Mustang. He doesn't know she is alive and breathing, but he is the only one who could be her father..

To Roy. I am dead, I loved you dearly. Please love our daughter dearly?".

Roy felt numb, a daughter? He looked at her. She was beautiful, just like her mother. Roy remembers Emrie`s mother. He remembers the night of passion, after a month of courting. The next day he promised marriage, a week later, he was transferred, Emrie's mother told him to end communication. It was too painful. So, Roy buried himself in paperwork. He gently stroked the young girls hair.

"Emrie." He whispered. " I will protect you until the end of time." He whispered.

Then he looked at her tiny hands, and engraved on her hands, either by birth or by some sicko... was a transmutation circle. He looked up.

"Riza. Get her some clean clothing, and gloves too" he spoke up his eyes pricing with something Riza had never seen before...fear, and love...not lust, but true love. He cared for this girl.

After a hour or two, Emrie woke , she looked about then her glance caught on Roy. She jumped up and hugging him tightly grinning. "King Roy! King Roy." She squealed.

Roy blinked looking at Emrie. "King?...Emrie I think you are confused"

Emrie giggled "nope. My mummy told me stories about you. You are a king" she said with a grin

" Emrie"he smiled faintly "I am no king. I am your father."

" Even better" she said with utter delight. Hugging him and burrowing her head in the crock of his neck.

"Look" he smiled "sweetie how did you get those on your hands"

Emrie blinked "mommy said that their my gift from the angels" she said with a grin "I can bring birds back to life." Roy trembled. She'd be sought after by the government if they found out. Trial after trial. Experiment after experiment. A broken soul. A childhood lost to wither and rot. He felt ill. How could he let her cream skin curdel. Her gem-like eyes hide in the rough.

Soon after Riza came back with clothing. Roy smiled at Riza in thanks.

"Sweetie can you go change?"

She nodded taking the clothing from Riza, lisping a "Thank you." Then skipped off.

Roy explained to Riza. He told her everything, and his illness was shared with Riza. She swore to keep it under wraps. She couldn't let Roy lose his reason for living, after he came off the edge of self destruction.

Emrie's stomach then made a groan for hunger. She looked at Roy with a silent question. She was hungry, and Roy was clueless. What do little kids like to eat? Bread and gin? Roy got up going to his desk.

Riza must have noticed his utter hopelessness. She sighed "I'll get her lunch" she said with with a smile. Walking off.

Lunch consisted of jam and cream cheese sandwiches, apple juice, potato chips, carrot sticks, and a shared bag of cookies. The whole concept of 'chip nutrition' was lost on Roy. Riza knew that he'd need help. Otherwise the poor child would grow up on take out, and rommen noodles. She'd know all on Alchemy and nothing on love. She" knew Roy would get the hang of it. She smiled looking at the clock. Then smiled at Roy. "Four. Time to get home." Roy looked perplexed, but before he could protest she said. "You need to go clothing shopping for her, shell need pajamas, and more entertainment. You need to get her used to your apartment, then she needs dinner and a bath, then bed. Then you need to look up care for her, and schooling."

Emrie blinked tilting her head.

"This will be no walk in the park Roy, but you can do it."

Roy looked at her. Unsure, but ready.

Come nightfall, She was in bed sleeping. Roy's best friend General Hughes was gushing over, for once, Roy's daughter, not his own. Once he was alone, and Emrie was sleeping, he crept into the room and stroked her face. What a gentle and kind young girl, her fate unknown, her smile on her face proved, she didn't care. Roy took that as a sign, he shouldn't either. Right now. She'd sleep, she'd dream, and he would too.

She grew like all children, alongside Elicia. And they grew until they were twelve. Their lives would never be different from then on. Emrie had gotten in with the Military. Roy fudged the numbers, begrudgingly, but he did. She was tall for her age.

Emrie looked like she could be Roy's baby sister. She looked like a flat chested eighteen year old. She was given the title : The childface Alchemists. On that day. Roy didn't think he could be prouder.

Curiously, a thirteen year old Emrie looked at Edward and Alphonse talking to Roy. She walked in bitting her lip. "Sir" she said saluting. Roy hated the rouse, but it was necessary. " you have a letter" she said producing a small yellow envelope.

Al and Ed both flicked their eyes up and down, inspecting Emrie.

A tall women, deep green eyes, which rested on a pale, particularly white young woman with long midnight hair. She looked like snow white.

Edward looked at her. " Who are you" he asked kindly.

"I'm Emrie" she smiled " The childface Alchemists"

" You look like Roy Mustang," Al said softly " are you two related?"

"Yes" Roy said "Emrie is my sister. I am her legal guardian. Our parents died some time ago" he said.

Emrie nodded, going with the lie they had to tell. In order to protect her father.

"You look young, how old are you?" Al blinked.

"Twenty, a gift, I guess" another lie.

"Almost young enough to be a prodigy" Ed smirked, his way of flirting. "Of course, I am a prodigy"

Emrie rolled her eyes. She wanted her father to fudge the numbers. She didn't want to be famous due to her age, but instead her talent. She was younger than Ed. She said nothing, just rolling her eyes.

"You'd better watch it full metal" Roy snarled. " I helped you in it. I can get you out!"

Emrie bit her lip.

"Oh yeah?!" Ed yelled, veins in his neck bulging, his eyes jumping out of his second sockets his nostrils flaring. "I'd just like to see you try!"

"Why don't you two calm down" Al whimpered.

Emrie rolled her eyes pulling Al gently back a few steps clapping her hands and slamming them on the ground a giant wall then sprouted from the floor..

Al jumped looking at her incredulously.

"They can get out. When they work together" she smiled "common. Let's talk" she led him off happily.

They talked about many things. They talked about their hot headed brothers, and regrets, they talked about cats, and hot cute they were. They talked about Alchemy. Then they talked on their lies. Al called her out and she told him all. Then Al gently leaned in and kissed her. Emrie kissed back happily.

A hot headed Ed stormed up to her "why did you lock us in that room?!"

"To stop you from fighting" she shrugged simply " and it worked. " She shrugged.