Hi! This is my first fan fiction dedicated to Royai, so it might be a little off.
Disclaimer: I do not own any FMA characters.
Riza's Point of View
Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!
I yawned, as a stretched out my hand to land harshly on the "off" button of my alarm clock on my bedside table. I looked at my bedside clock. 7:30 was what the clock read. Slowly lifting my head, I opened my eyes to my small bedroom. The bedroom consisted of a desk, with a worn out lamp on it, a small bookshelf, that had some of my favorite books (The rest were in the library downstairs), a small wardrobe was to my left, and right next to the door and across from me was another wardrobe, which had a mirror. In the mirror, it reflected me. I stared at my thirteen year old sleepiness, with my amber eyes half open. My short blond hair was unkempt, and my white pajamas were wrinkled from sleep. As I got out of the warm covers, the cold air blasted up and through my pajamas. I put my feet into my cold, fuzzy slippers and walked out of my bedroom into the dim hallway.
As I made my way towards the bathroom, I passed my father's study. However, I heard a raspy voice coming from the, oh so, beloved study that my father locked himself up in every day and night.
Before my mother had died when five years ago, father would rarely go into the study and was always playing games with me and taking mother and I on walks in the park. However, when my mother fell ill, he became quieter and started to spend more time in his study. The smiles that used to appear on his face all the time disappeared all together when my mother passed away in bed. In fact, Father wasn't even there when her spirit left her body. Right before she left, she said goodbye to the man that was supposedly her "husband" and goodbye to me as well. When I rushed to go and get Father to come to bid Mother good bye, he simply walked towards the bedroom looked in, and walked away from the now, dead body.
Ever since, he locked himself in the study. At first I thought he was just mourning the death of Mother and that he would go right back to his normal boisterous self. Whenever I tried to talk to him, he would tell me to go and do the chores that Mother used to do. I also thought that he didn't want to see me because I resembled her. With my long blond hair, at the time, my huge amber eyes, and always smiling face, I was an exact replica of her. That wasn't the case though. He wanted to forget her completely and block me out of his life so that no painful memories would come to haunt him. I felt sorry for him one day, and to my interest decided to go and scare him.
When I was younger, Father and I would play a game called "Boo." It was where we each tried to scare the other until they jumped in fright or yelped. The first person to do so got a tickle attack. When I tried to bring that game up again, he instead yelled at me to go and cook dinner early for him, insisting that he had to continue his research on his alchemy. I truly believed, one time, that alchemy could become his new wife.
So when I heard father talking on the phone, my first response was to try and eavesdrop on him. I slowly crept downstairs to where the other telephone was, and took it next to my ear. I heard Father conversing with another lady.
The lady on the phone was saying, "…Oh yes, and he is a very quick learner too."
"Is he eager to learn alchemy, or are you just forcing him to do it?" I heard my Father say.
"He's really eager. You won't be able to stop him once he gets going!" The women said.
"Well, then why isn't he on the phone?" Father asked coldly.
"Because he's at school," the women said. And with that I put the phone down and rushed to my bedroom. I had completely forgotten about school, and I still needed to get dressed and eat breakfast. As I went through my usual morning routine, I thought about the snippet I had gotten from the conversation on the phone.
So the Father might be taking up a student to teach. I go exited as I thought about somebody coming to live with us, when I stopped in my tracks, walking out the house. They were saying "he" so there's no doubt that he's a boy. I suddenly got very depressed. I hated the boys at this age because all they did was goof around and flirt on girls. They were at the most obnoxious stage of their lives, not counting my own father's, and I really did not want to get anywhere near them. I didn't want to get hurt and cry like when my mother died, or when Father didn't want to see me anymore. In fact, I made a simple rule that I vowed to follow for the rest of my life: Never fall in love with anybody.
Roy's Point of View
I practically ran home from school. Madame Christmas had gotten very tired of me reading alchemy books into the middle of the night, so she decided that I should get an alchemy teacher to teach me alchemy, so that my "good looks" wouldn't disappear from getting four hours of sleep. I told her that I didn't want just any alchemy teacher, though. I wanted an alchemy teacher that was different from the mediocre alchemists out there and a teacher that could actually teach. Not only did I want I special alchemy teacher, I had told her. I also told her that I wanted a tough teacher that would make me work to achieve.
Then Madame Christmas asked why I took a sudden interest in alchemy. At first, I really wanted to learn alchemy to be able to protect Madame Christmas and my "sisters." But then I saw how frequent war was in our country, and wanted to not only protect my family, but also the people of Amestris. I just couldn't stand all the war that this country went through. I wished peace and unity could be for the people of this nation, and I decided that I could achieve that peace with alchemy.
She found this a very satisfactory answer and had been searching for months for a teacher that would be suitable for me. And finally, as if it were destiny, she found in the paper about a "Flame Alchemist" who saved a family in a town far away from Central. She told me about this alchemist, and it just somehow clicked. I knew that this had to be my next teacher. Since I was the President of many clubs at my school, I asked Madame to call for me instead. In reality, I knew that I would mess up if I tried to talk, so I decided to let Madame call the alchemist.
Madame promised me that she would call today in the morning, so when I got home and entered the back of the house, I rushed to the front, which had a bar. As I entered, the drunken men would look at me with intense glares questioning why a child like me would be in a bar. I didn't care though; because Madame Christmas would kick them right out if they ever tried to harm me.
"Madame Christmas!" I yelled as I rushed towards the bar's counter, gaining some stares from some of the customers.
After a couple minutes of waiting, a gruff woman, a little bulgy, walked out from the back of the bar. At sighting her beloved foster son waiting eagerly in his school uniform she exclaimed, "Roy Boy!"
"Aw, I told you to stop calling me that!" I grumbled crossing my arms.
"And I told you to call me "Auntie" or "Mom" Madame Christmas said crossly.
"Sorry, "Auntie," I corrected, getting annoyed. I couldn't stand waiting any longer. "Anyways, did you call the alchemist guy?"
Madame Christmas paused for dramatic effect, but didn't answer. This drove me to the pits of the devil, and just as I was about to reach the pits, she opened her mouth. Then she closed it. And then she opened it again.
"Well," I started, getting aggravated, "Did he accept? Can he come and teach me?"
Madame Christmas looked uncertain whether to answer, but finally said, "Yes he accepted."
I literary jumped so high my head hit the ceiling. Some of the men choked on their drinks as I jumped and some cursed at me, but why would I care. They would thank me later when I saved their sorry butts from all the war and conflict that was going on in our country.
"However," Madame Christmas said, "You must travel to live with him as a student."
"Oh," I said. I wanted to learn alchemy very much, but I didn't exactly want to travel away from Madame Christmas. She was just like a mother to me. Well actually, she kind of was, since she adopted me. But she was also my aunt, so I didn't know whether she should be considered my mom or my aunt. Anyways, I didn't want to leave her. I was the only man in the family, since she didn't get married. She didn't trust any men, but she at least wanted to grow one up properly she claimed, so she adopted me. I didn't just want to leave her. That would ruin her whole dream of trying to grow me up.
"But it's okay if you want to go," she started. "It is your dream after all."
"Are you okay with it though?" I asked uncertainly.
"Yes, I'm perfectly fine with it," she said smiling at me, "As long as you at least make an effort in combing your hair and do well in school in that town, I will allow it."
"Thanks Auntie! You're the best!" I yelped, unable to contain myself any longer. And with that I ran off to go and try to pack my bag for the trip. Even if I had no idea when I was leaving, I didn't care! I was going to learn alchemy to help the people of this country and nobody could stop me!
Riza's Point of View
After a tiring day of school, I couldn't help but stop and wonder how that lady had done trying to get my father to teach her son. Father used to accept students before mother died, but now, he never accepted. If this boy didn't get accepted he would the 100th person to be denied since my mother died. However, if he did get accepted as his student, which I highly doubt, then he would be the 1st student since mother died. Big difference in numbers I thought.
As I walked into the house, all was quiet. I guess that kid didn't get accepted. He should get a trophy for being the 100th! I thought sarcastically. Walking to the kitchen to grab an apple, I walked straight upstairs. As I passed Father's study, however, I heard my name called.
Wondering what he could possibly want, I went to the door and opened it uncertainly. Hearing no usual objection to get in and out as fast as I could, I walked in. The study had books all over the floor, balled-up paper near the trash, and a bunch of alchemy arrays all over the wall.
"Riza," he started, "I will be taking on a student around your age, and I need a room ready for him by tonight."
"Tonight!" I exclaimed. Wow, this student must be eager to learn. He must be a real dork too. One with big glasses I suspected.
"Yes," Father said, not even looking me in the eyes. "His guardian was right when she said he was eager to learn alchemy. He's on the train from Central right now."
"He's on the way right now! But that means I only have a couple of hours 'till he arrives at the station!" I said.
"Yes, which means that you need to go and prepare a bedroom for him right now!" Father barked, looking up at me for the first time with his lifeless golden eyes.
Scared to say anything, I just nodded. As I started to leave he added, "I also want you to pick him up at the station tonight at 8:00."
"Yes Father," I whispered as I shut the door. When I was sure he wouldn't hear me, I jumped up and down in excitement. I was going to have some company other than my few friends at school! I could barely hold my excitement in. I rushed towards the guest bedroom and started dusting immediately.
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