There was nothing Roy could have done, but whatever his daughter said never helped the fact that he wasn't there, he never protected her. And it was his fault, when he came home for the first time since the war, and she was so hurt. Her green eyes were would have been dull, if not for the fact the red pool of her own blood made them stand out. Her ten year old body was littered with cuts and bruises, but what caught his attention first was her right arm, which was cradled with her left. Her right arm ended in a bloody stump, not a clean cut. Emery gaze was dazed as she looked up. "Daddy." She muttered. "You got home safe?" She managed a smile, opening a cut on her cheek.
There was a hesitant knock on his door, if he hadn't been thinking up excuses to not do his paperwork he wouldn't have heard it. "Come in." A girl with black hair poked her head in. "You're not busy, are you? I don't want to disturb..."She trailed off, her green eyes landing on his pile of work. "Any time Emery, come on in." Roy stood up, while the young girl setting her satchel on the couch. The bag immediately ripped at the seam, sending note-books and textbooks sliding out. "I thought you fixed that?" The man asked. Emery laughed nervously."About that..." She sighed. "Come on, let's get to it." They set to organizing the books.
It was a few hours later, about five in the evening, the door burst open, revealing a sopping wet blonde. whom Emery assumed was the Fullmetal Alchemist her father mentioned. "What are you doing?" The kid demanded. Emery looked up, replying quietly, "Learning." She started gathering up her books, which were scattered around the room. "What is it?" Fullmetal picked up the closest book. "Simple alchemy? When did you become a teacher Colonel?" He laughed. "It isn't that bad, I just can't remember things well. " Emery sighed, clapping her hands together and placing them on her bag. A flare of blue light and it was fixed. "Might last a bit longer this time." She muttered, pulling her notebook from the younger boy, turning to her father at the door. "Dinner, or will you be late again?" She asked.
"Probably another late one Em." Roy smiled faintly. "Okay, see you then." She quickly left the room, slipping past the others in the work room. She and to get home, make something for herself, and at least try to work more with Alchemy. Maybe when she got home she would remember that. It wasn't really short term memory, it was more of a selective memory. Only, she didn't consciously make the selection. Emery could remember the recipe for every single thing her mother cooked by heart, but not a thing about whatever the hell Ag stood for on the table of elements. She did happen to remember to go home, dinner was only apparent when her stomach growled, and Alchemy was a forgotten until morning.
Author's Note~ I hope you liked! Future chapters will be longer, much longer. Reviews and constructive criticism are welcome, but Flames will be as useless as Roy in the rain, so just don't. Next chappie out when it's done. Otaku~