This is my first fan fiction so please comment! I love advise.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything FMA, but I love it sooo much!
Chapter 1: A New Friend
The house is huge; it also seems run down, making it impossible to think someone lives here, let alone a former state alchemist and his young daughter. After I take one last look at the place, I make my way up to the creaky stairs that lead to the front door. I lift my fist to the door hesitantly and knock. I expect to have to stand there for a while, that was until the door opened. The man standing in front of me looked quite odd at first glance. He didn't look like a state alchemist; he looked more of an old man who didn't get out of the house much. He is rough-looking, and by the looks of it, it seemed he hasn't shaved in weeks and hasn't bought new clothes in who knows how long. "You must be Roy Mustang," the man says. I nod my head, "Yes sir, and you must be Berthold Hawkeye" I say. "That I am, come in." He shifts to the side to let me in. I hear the door close behind me. The house looks somewhat nicer on the inside, but it still could use some renovation. I turn to the man. "Now that you are going to be my apprentice, I will let you know I do not tolerate laziness, either you're here to learn, or I will not waste my time, understood?" He says. I nod. "Good, now, you will have lots of reading to do when you're not with me. You will have lessons from eight in the morning till 1 in the afternoon, after that, I have work of my own to do. Therefore, after that you will do reading and work that I expect to be done." I nod again, continuing to scan my surroundings. The layout of the place is very spread out, making the rooms much larger than most would think. My teacher gives me a tour of the place. The last stop on our tour is the room I will be staying in. "Now, just down the hall is my daughters room, and my only warning to you; don't do something you might regret, I don't really care if you talk once in a while, but If I wouldn't approve, don't do it, understood?" He says. "Yes sir" I put my suitcase on the bed, looking around; it's not much, but it will do. Mr. Hawkeye turned around one last time before leaving "As for today, get settled in, and our first lesson will be tomorrow morning. Also, my daughter cooks most the meals around here, so there is no need to worry about that" And with that, he's gone. I begin to unpack. It seems so quiet here, like there's no life here.
Once I finish unpacking, I decide to go look around the place. I walk down the hall to where Mr. Hawkeyes' daughters' room supposedly is. I find a bathroom, and a closet. I look at the last door at the very end of the hall. The door is slightly open. I hesitate, but try to peak in. I notice no one is in there. "What are you doing?" I jump and turn to the voice behind me. I feel my breath catch in the back of my throat. The girl in front of me isn't what I expected. She's short, rather small, although I don't know exactly how old she is. She has long, blonde hair, with big hazel eyes. "Well, are you going to tell me what you were doing?" She speaks again. I try to compose myself to think of a good excuse, not 'oh, nothing I was just being nosy'. "I wa-was just, um…, looking for the bathroom" I internally smack myself, that wasn't a good answer. "It's right there, the door is wide open," She says, annoyance lacing itself in her tone. "Fine, I was just looking around, I didn't know it was your room, I'm sorry." She looks at me for a minute. She sighs, "Whatever," She turns to go back down the hall. "Wait," I say "I didn't introduce myself, my name is Roy Mustang". She stops, turning back around. "It's nice to meet you, Mister Mustang." She bows her head slightly. "Aren't you going to tell me your name?" I ask. Her eyes meet for a moment, but then she looks away. "My name is Riza Hawkeye," "It's a pleasure to meet you, Riza," I smile at her, but she just looks at the ground. "If you'll excuse me, I have to get back to my chores," She said, turning on her heels, walking back down the hall. I stand there for a minute, looking down the hall. This wasn't exactly how I planned on meeting Mr. Hawkeyes daughter. I continue to search around the house to see what else I can find.
After my adventure around the house, I realized I was starving. I went to go find the hall where I found the kitchen. Once I found it, I walked in, not expecting to see anyone in there. Riza was standing on a step stool cutting up vegetables and throwing them into a pot. "What are you making?" I ask. I see her jump and look at me. "You scared me. I didn't hear you come in. I'm making soup". She says. I smile at her, "Do you want me to help you?" She shakes her head, "There's no need, I've been doing this for a long time, I don't ne-" I cut her off, walking over and picking up a knife and grabbing a potato, "Nonsense, I'm bored anyway," I say, beginning to peel the potato. She stares at me for a minute, and then continues what she was doing. It stays quiet for awhile. Finally, I decide to break the silence, "So, Riza, how old are you?" I ask. "12, almost 13," She answers. That's why she looks so small. She acts a lot older than 12, actually, she acts older than me. I continue to cut up vegetables that are still whole. "How old are you, Mister Mustang?" She asks. I smirk, "15. Although many people tell me I have a baby face." She moves over to the stove, stirring the big pot sitting there. Things for the most part stay quiet, an occasional thank you when I bring her more things for the soup.
30 minutes pass and the soup is ready. I watch Riza get out two bowls and two spoons. She fills them and brings them to the table. "Isn't your father going to eat with us?" I ask. She sits down "No, he prefers to eat alone, when no one is around." She sighs. "So, you eat by yourself? That sounds lonely." She shakes her head, "I got used to it after a while. We only ate together when my mother was here," She looks down at the ground. "Did your mother go away somewhere?" I ask. "You could say that, she died when I was 6. I don't remember much about her." She says quietly. I look down at my bowl, "I'm sorry to hear that. My parents passed away when I was young too. They died in an accident. My aunt became my guardian after they died." I look over at her, she looks up at me. "This world is cruel and ruthless," she mumbles. She gets up and puts her bowl in the sink, and walks out of the kitchen. And for the first time in a long time, I think about what my mother looked like. Was she pretty just like Riza? I bet so.