A Trip Home.
Disclaimer: I do not own FMA though I wish I do. cryin terribly
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The crowd at the station started to increase when another train arrived. People walked around the station with their very own reason. Some were waiting for their turn to get on the train while some were waiting for passengers from the arriving train which is what a woman in late fifties was doing. She was looking for someone eagerly. As the crowd in front of her move, she caught glance at the person she was looking for.
"My baby!" She shrieked in excitement as she stretch out both of her arms to the newly arrived.
A man with dark hair groaned when he heard his mother's voice. He wondered why his mother still treats him like a little boy even though he is all grown up. He was glad he did not have his military uniform on because imagine what will people think when they see a colonel being treated like a little baby.
"How are you doing cookie?" Mrs. Mustang pinched her only child on the cheek. "I really missed you. You have not come home for two years. Do you know how lonely I was when you were away?"
"I'm sorry mom. I had been very busy. You know that I have many things to do." He said as they walked towards the car.
The old lady threw a very sly smile at the man named Roy. "Is it a girl?"
"Mom! I'm too busy to be chasing after girls," Roy said. That was not a total lie. He thought. It has always been the girls who will be chasing after him, not the opposite. No matter where he is stationed, he will always be adored by the ladies.
"Oh, sure." Mrs. Mustang said not really convinced with his answer. She knows him very well. He is type of man who could not careless about commitment. She, Margaret Mustang never really protests or objects, let alone expostulate but she has always wanted to have grandchildren and since Roy is her only child, it seemed impossible.
The view of sunset that evening was beautiful. Roy watched it from a window over viewing the beach. That particular beach had been his playground when he was younger. He always plays with his neighbour whose name he could not recall. The house next to his is now empty. The colour of the sky reminds him of something.
Amber. The colour of his first lieutenant's eyes. His old neighbour's eyes are also amber. He remembered telling the kid the similarity between the colour of the eyes and the sky. Roy sighed. Time have passed quickly that he did not realize it.
"Cookie! Do you know how good you look with those sunlight on you?" Margaret said with a giant spoon in her hand.
"Mom, stop calling me cookie." Roy said. "What if somebody heard you?"
"Oh, so know what do you want me to call you? Flame? His mom chuckled much to his annoyance. Roy has inherited his father's ability to perform alchemy which is no surprise to his mother. In fact, she was happy with it since he reminds her of her late husband. "Whatever. Dinner will be ready in five, cookie."
"It is not cookie! It's Roy!" He said while pulling an angry face. A complete childish behaviour.
Being home was one of Roy's favourite things .Being home always means that we did not have to wake up as early as the rooster the way he always did when he was on duty. Roy walked out of his room and could not find his mother anywhere. He called for her a few times before he found a note on the dining table.
Dear Cookie,
Out to buy groceries. Will be back as early as possible. Don't cry ok. I'll buy lunch so don't do anything that will cause the kitchen to be on fire. I haven't renewed our fire insurance.
Kisses,
Mom.
Roy groaned and sat on the chair.
"I'm not cookie. For crying out loud!"
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