It's not easy being me.

I'm a good looking guy.

I'm thirty-three, a bachelor, a good rank in the military, everything a man at this point in time could want.

I wasn't that 'family type' but if there was a woman I could definitely be a family with then it would be Riza Hawkeye, my lovely lieutenant. But our relationship is strictly platonic and I kind of like it that way. If she ever gave me the chance, though, I would not mind spending my life with her. She understood me to a strange degree and I understood her as well. We were a match made in heaven if heaven would allow us to be together.

Even so, just because I liked Riza the way I did didn't mean that I didn't get it on with other ladies. Like I said before, I am a good looking guy.

I've had my fair share of ladies throughout the years and lucky for me, nothing's ever come out from it.

Or so I thought.


I was going over reports in my office when Riza walked in with another stack of papers.

"Here are the reports from the South Branch, sir."

"Thanks…" I mumbled as I looked at the stack with disdain.

"Sir, there is a phone call for you. They have been wanting to talk to you for over two hours now."

"Tell them I'm busy."

"Sir, it sounds quite urgent. Do you want me to transfer them to your phone?"

"No, I would like to get my work done as quickly as possible without distractions, that's what I want."

"Well, even if I hang up, they keep calling you. I'm patching them through."

She walked out and I thought she was joking until the phone went off beside me and I made a huge Y at the end of my name from the fright. I cursed her for a few seconds before picking up the phone.

"Hello, is this the office of Colonel Roy Mustang?"

"Yes it is."

"Oh, thank goodness, we've been trying to reach you all day."

"Why, what's the trouble?"

"Well, it's just that your son here-"

"Stop right there. I don't have a son."

"But Colonel Mustang-"

"I said I don't have a son. If some bitch is trying to swindle me then I won't stand for it."

I hung up the phone quickly and ran my fingers through my hair. I knew I shouldn't have answered the phone… ruining my work for a stupid joke like that…


I got home from work and went inside, wondering what I was going to eat tonight. I didn't have much but I was content with that. No extra mouths to feed or anything. Not even a dog… well, a dog would have been nice to have.

There was a knock at my door and I made a face.

"Who in the world could that be?"

I went over and unlocked it, opening it up to find a sixteen year old kid on my doorstep.

"You need something?" I asked.

"I'm looking for Roy Mustang?"

"That's Colonel to you. Beat it kid, I don't have time to play."

"I'm not playing. My name is Xinder Shelong; I'm your son."

I stared at the kid for a minute and then began to laugh.

"Stop playing around, kid. I don't have any children."

"I'm not joking, sir! You are my father."

"Prove it then."

The kid, Xinder, put down his suitcase and rummaged through his coat and pulled out a letter and two pictures. He held one of the pictures out of a young Xingese girl and me.

"This is my mother, Ping Tei Shelong and this is when I was born. She wrote this letter to you…"

I quickly grabbed Xinder and closed the door behind him. I hadn't seen Ping Tei in a long time… I didn't even remember her… From the look of this picture I'd say I was at least seventeen or eighteen when I had gone over to Xing for a small mission training… I opened the letter and began to read.

Dear Roy,

It's been a long time since we've seen each other. I doubt you would recognize me if you saw me but I know you. Your face never changes… I'm writing to you because I am experiencing a horrible illness and I have a feeling that I may not make it through this. With that being said, if you remember our beautiful night in the river of the Ji Kiao and then I'm glad that I'm not the only one. I can never forget because, you see, I became with child.

If you are reading this, then that means that my son has done as he promised me and has found you. Please take good care of him. I'm sorry that I didn't tell you sooner but I figured you had other things to pursue. I raised Xinder on my own but he has your mannerisms and he also has a knack for alchemy and alkahestry. Treat him well.

My love,

Ping Tei

I stared at the letter and read it over and over again. Yes, I remembered that nightin the Ji Kiao and I remember that lovely raven haired Xingese woman I was with that night. I looked up at Xinder, who was staring at me with a nervous expression.

"Xinder, right?"

"Yes, sir."

"And… I'm your father?"

"Yes."

"How do you know that? Just because your mother tells you-"

"We have the same face, the same hair, and the same eyes. I didn't believe it myself until I saw your face for real. I look like you in that picture with my mom."

I looked back at the picture and gulped because he was right. It was like looking at me when I was a younger guy. I looked around my bachelor's house and licked my lips in a big of anxiety.

"Uh… make yourself at home… I'll be right back."

I went upstairs and to my room, going to the phone and dialing the first number that came to my mind.

"Hawkeye speaking."

"Hawkeye, get down here quick!"

"Why?"

"Because… I just found out that I had a son."


sorry it's so short but i just wanted to get that first chap out there. more to come eventually