A/N: Ok, so I decided to write a little bit longer story, I think this thing will have maybe three chapters. This will (of course) contain Royai, but not really in this first chapter…However, this fic is about how Roy becoming Master Hawkeyes apprentice changes some things in Riza´s life. It will start from the day when he comes and end to the day he leaves.

Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN Fullmetal Alchemist, the wonderful Arakawa does. I don't get any money fromthis, I'm writing just for fun.

My light

Chapter one: Our house, full of shadows

It was cold and windy day. The sky was full of grey clouds separating the sun from earth. I sat there in our small, yellow kitchen and boiled tea water in shining kettle. It was so cold, that I thought father would like to have something to bring warmth to his body, which needs were so often totally forgotten. He was always focusing only to his alchemy; he wouldn't have remembered to eat if I hadn't brought his meals to him. And sometimes even when I was there to take care of him, he didn't eat meals I made for him, because it would have disturbed his job.

And nothing was more important than his alchemy. It was his passion, it burned with flame so high it seemed to blind him from everything and everybody around him. Except one person of course. My mother. My always smiling, amber eyed, kindhearted mother. My long dead mother, who I could see only in pictures nowadays. Woman who Berthold Hawkeye loved even more than his studies. But anyone else was only air to him, me too.

I did my best to have his trust, I was always best in my class at our small school, where everyone knew each other and soon learned to avoid "creepy scientist´s" daughter. I didn't mind that, because when you didn't have friends disturbing you with little notes at lections, talking stupid rumors at lunch, you had lot of time to observe things. I knew who were in which click, which were cool, who you were supposed to avoid (mostly me), I knew how that kind of things worked. And I also had lot of time to study, so that when father would ask how my school was going, I could make him proud with my grades. He never asked.

I took red cup and washed it until it was as shining as new one. Then I chose from three different kinds of teabags. I chose vanilla, like always. My mother would always make vanilla flavored tea. And father loved mother, so he would like this tea too. I smiled to myself and started to walk upstairs to his study.

I knocked sharply to mahogany door and when only thing I heard was something like "ungh" I opened the door.

"Hello father, I brought you some tea."

No answer.

"Father?"

"Yes? Oh. Put it somewhere."

I looked around his messy study, full of papers, transmutated little things and chemistry stuff. There was hardly any room for the alchemist himself. I spotted small corner of his desk, where wasn't anything and put his cup there. I studied my father's face and my own face lit up when I saw he had shaved his beard and noticed he smelt like soap. I smiled at him and turned to go and drink my own tea. I was shocked when he took my hand to stop me.

"Riza, I have something to tell to you."

My eyes widened and I turned around.

"Yes, father?"

"A boy will come."

"What?"

"His name…what was it?"

He looked at me as if waiting for an answer. I was getting confused.

"Something like horses…oh yes…Mustang."

"Mustang?"

"Yes, Mustang. He will come here. To study alchemy."

"Really?"

"Yes, don't ask stupid questions. He will come and you must prepare him a room and make him come here."

"Yes…"

"Don't forget."

Though it was more likely that he would forget than me I stayed quiet and nodded. Then after this short conversation he put his head back to his work and I took it as a sign to leave the room. I run down stairs and looked out of the kitchens window. I was curious about this mysterious boy. Mustang…I wondered what he would look like. How old was he? How long would he stay with us? Father hadn't had apprentices after my mother's death seven years ago. I couldn't clearly remember what it was like when he did. Everything was so different back then, when my mother still was alive. After drinking my own tea I went to find clean sheets for the visitor. I knew exactly which room I should put him in.

It was a small, yet cozy room with light green wallpapers and window where you could see to the forest behind our house. The room next to mine. I was curious about the stranger and if he was staying there, I could follow his moves without having to look suspicious. And besides, there were only three other bedrooms in our house. One of those bedrooms was full of old stuff, used for storage, one had a broken window and the last one had belonged to my mother. And it was unspoken rule, that only times when someone used that room were when my father went there at her dying day's anniversary, her birthday and their wedding days anniversary to remember old happier times. I didn't feel the need to go there anyways. It was just sad, old room, where everything was left exactly like it was when she was still with us. Nothing new to see. Only shadows from the past.

So I prepared the room for mister Mustang. I put clean sheets in his bed, opened the window for some fresh air and made sure there weren't anything in the small wooden closet, so that he could use it for his belongings. When I was happy with my work I went back to downstairs to do my homework. I walked to the big library we had. It was full of my father's alchemy books. There was this really funny smell of old books and from all the rooms of our house, this was my favorite.

I sat on soft, old fashioned armchair next to fireplace and started to go through my books. First I did my history homework. I personally liked history; it was interesting to read from things that had happened long ago in Amestris. But I never mentioned this to my father, because so big part of our history was about military, after all our land had big and powerful army and my father hated military. He despised everyone who worked there, said they were lower creatures than worms.

He didn't really discus with me so much, hardly at all. It was just short conversations when I came to him to bring him food, just couple words here and there. But sometimes when he had heard something about the military like after he had been away from home to get some more ingredients to use for his alchemy exams, then he would walk circle before me telling me never ever to join the army for everyone there were lousy, disgusting gamers. People who liked to play with other persons lives.

He was blaming them from my mother's death and since mother was still almost only thing he cared about, it always made him mad to think about them. I sighed.

After doing my history exercises I started to work with chemistry. I didn't like it at all; it was too much like alchemy and besides it was difficult. My father had tried to teach me alchemy some years ago, but I didn't have enough skills or patience, so he quickly stopped, obviously thinking me as a lost case. I still did my best, I had started to feel need for perfection in everything I did. And I wouldn't give up just because it was hard, I should learn if I tried little more, after all I was a daughter of alchemist, I couldn't be worse than daughter of a shopkeeper.

I was shaken up from my thoughts by the ring of the doorbell. For a second my mind was blank, who would be coming here? Then I realized; it had to be mister Mustang. I jumped of the chair and run to the door, curious to see him. I opened the door slowly and was surprised. There was a xingese looking boy maybe three years older than me. Fifteen, perhaps. He had black messy hair, pale skin and his onyx eyes had a little look of surprise in them. This wasn't what I was waiting for. I was waiting to see older, bookworm like man, not nice looking young guy.

"Umm, hello miss, am I at the correct address? I am looking for mister Hawkeye, the alchemist…"

He gave me apologizing look and small smile and I realized he waited for my answer.

"Yes, you are. Mister Mustang, I guess?"

"Oh, yes, I am Roy-and you are?"

"Riza Hawkeye."

A/N: So, here was the first chapter. What do you think? Boring? Nice? I try to write the next chapter soon, so if you are interested, keep your eyes open. Oh and, please, no flames!