Ok…yes… this is the story of Roy Mustang's past. He has some secrets, that I know don't go along w/ the story… you'll have to live w/ me. If you don't like things going EXACTLY with the series and such, don't read! Ok! Now on w/ the story!
Disclaimer- I do NOT own Fullmetal Alchemist, nor do I own the characters or places listed in this story! I don't own the ideas of the alchemist and blah blah, all I own, is the plot. That's it!
The Perfect Family:
A boy of about 15 wandered down the old dirt road, surrounded by fields on either side. His black hair was musty and caked with dirt. His face was sullen and sunken in, you could see most of the bones in his body. The only sign of life was his black eyes, which sparkled and gleamed in an almost inhuman way. The cold November wind tossed around a baggy t-shirt and torn up jeans.
He stopped at the side of the road to rest. He had been traveling all day and all night, without food or water, and was exhausted. He sighed in relief. At least the military wouldn't come looking for him way out here.
Cupping his hands close to him, he created a small flame to thaw his frozen hands. The site of the fire rejuvenated him. He loved watching it flicker and dance, it never tired, never had a worry or care in the world. He longed to have a life like that. Like those who lived with food, money, and a roof over their head. And yet he always heard them complaining about how hard life was.
They really didn't know anything. Nothing was compared to his way of life, the life of a "Street Rat," or so they called him. He always had to scavenge for food, steal to live, and was always on the run from the Government. None of them knew what a luxurious life they had.
A sound from up the street distracted him from these thoughts. Quickly, he put out the flame and stood up, ready to fight if necessary. But to his relief it was just a man, a man of about 30 he guessed. His hair was blonde and his face covered by a half grown beard. Underneath glasses his eyes were strained and careworn, but they were warm, and full of kindness.
The man continued to come towards him. The younger slowly backed away, he knew better than to meddle with these folk, they would probably turn him in. but to his surprise, instead of walking past him the man stopped and gazed at the boy for a minute or two. Then he smiled, premature wrinkles spreading across his face.
"A bit cold isn't it? You look a bit hungry. Perhaps you will come with me? I'm on my way home, and I'm sure Trisha wouldn't mind a guest."
"Uh…" he had no idea what to say, no one had even stopped to notice him unless he was stealing, and he didn't know how to react.
The man laughed and removed his coat, handing it to the boy. He cautiously took it, not quite sure what to do. The man laughed again and draped it over the boy's shoulders. Then he motioned for the smaller of the two to follow him.
The boy followed, still confused by this man's kindness.
Finally, after a great deal of walking, they reached what looked like a small country town. The boy looked around, everyone seemed so kind, like the perfect villages you find in the most wonderful fairytales. Children played and laughed in their front yards, busy mothers hung and dried clothes on the lines, fathers reading stories to entertain their children. The boy felt so out of place here. It was so different from the busy city he was used to.
They traveled to what the boy guessed was the edge of town. There stood a lone house. The light from the inside pouring golden and spilling over the lawn. A young boy peered through the window, he had the same hair and eyes of his father, but his face was much softer. His face lit up at the sight of his father and he ran out the door laughing.
"Daddy! Daddy!" he called.
The man grinned and swooped up the child spinning him around in the air before finally planting him on his shoulders. The whole time the child screamed with joy. A woman then came to the doorway and smiled at them. She really was a beauty. Her hair was brown and wavy, and tied in a ponytail pulled over her shoulder.
The man walked up to her and placed a kiss on her pale cheek. She kissed him back, closing turquoise eyes. The boy then realized how out of place he must look. He turned away, embarrassed for staring. Then he heard the man's voice again.
"Oh! Trisha, would you mind having a guest over for a bit?"
"Hmm?" she glanced up, and upon seeing the guest her husband was talking about smiled. "Not at all, please come in." she gestured towards the door.
The boy followed, almost in a trance like state. The inside was warm and comforting, especially compared to the weather outside.
"You must be very hungry." Trisha said, as she removed his coat and hung it on a rack next to her.
"Er, yes…" why were they being so kind? No one had ever done this for him before. He wandered into the kitchen, still unsure of what he was even doing there.
"First things first, we'll clean you up, then get you something to eat. Hohenheim, do you have anything that he could wear?"
"I might…" at that moment the boy realized he had not yet told them his name.
"Er…thank you so much for letting me stay for the time being, my name's Roy Mustang" he said, bowing slightly in respect.
"Oh yes, my name is Hohenheim Elric, this is Trisha, my wife, and Edward my son." Hohenheim replied, gesturing to each as they were named. Ed hid slightly behind his mother's leg.
"The bathroom is upstairs, first door on the left. Clean up in there while I make you something to eat." She moved to the stove and started getting some pots and pans out from the cupboard.
Hohenheim and Roy then moved out of the kitchen.
"I'll go get you something clean to wear." And Hohenheim left. Now Roy was standing alone in the empty hallway. He might as well begin to get cleaned up. He started to move towards the stairs when he heard a small voice behind him.
"Woy?" he turned around. It was Edward.
"Er…yes?" Roy replied. The boy came forward and stood in front of Roy.
"Don't call me Edward…call me Ed otay?"
Roy smiled, "ok I will, Ed"
Ok! Well then, that mah story! Please leave comments! The more comment the more chapters! Bye!