A/N: Hi! So here comes the chapter number two. It is little short, but live with it…And I'm sorry if someone at some point seems little OOC, try to remember they are young here.
Disclaimer: No, I still don't own FMA, the great Arakawa does. And I don't get any money from writing this.
Chapter two: Introducing each other
The boy…Mister Mustang blinked his dark eyes surprised after I told him my name.
"Hawkeye...So you are his daughter?"
I nodded. Father probably hadn't told him he had one. It didn't surprise me. He probably forgot, or didn't bother to tell, I thought bitterly.
"Oh…well it is nice to meet you Miss Hawkeye."
Mr. Mustang flashed me a confused, but warm smile. I just nodded shyly and guided him inside the house. He looked around and I saw he was curious, but I didn't say anything to him until we reached my father's study. I knocked the door two times, but didn't bother to wait for an answer. Instead I turned to face Mr. Mustang who was now standing right beside me.
"This is my father's study. He is waiting for you."
I opened the door and saw my father was writing something furiously in one of his papers. He didn't even raise his blonde, long haired head from his work, so I decided he hadn't noticed us.
"Father. Father he is here."
No answer.
"Father ."
Mr. Mustang was watching me with unreadable expression. I was little ashamed cause father still didn't pay any interest in us. I reached to touch his shoulder. Then he finally lifted his gaze.
"What is it? I'm busy."
"Father, Mr. Mustang is here. I brought him here, like you asked."
"Mr. Must…oh, right."
Father stand up and Mr. Mustang, who looked now little uncomfortable stepped forward to shake his hand.
"I'm Roy Mustang, nice to meet you sir. I am grateful that you accepted me…"
"Yes, yes. So let's start about the rules."
Father cut of his speech and I wished he hadn't been so rude to the boy.
"First, you must appear here, in my study every morning at seven. We will practice half hour and you will go to school. When you come back we will practice alchemy three hours. After that I will give you some exercises you will do for the next day. If you won't do them, I will think you don't have enough interest in alchemy and you can leave. At Saturday we will practice whole morning, and then you have free time for the rest of the weekend, including whole Sunday. You can use library to do research, Riza will show you where it is. You will call me master Hawkeye and my daughter miss Hawkeye. You are not allowed to bring anyone into my house. You won't make noise and disturb me when you have free time. You will follow these rules or I will kick you out. We will start tomorrow morning, don't be late."
I don't think I had ever heard my father talking so much to anyone before, if you didn't include his "military talk".
"Understood, Mr. Mustang?"
"Yes, Master Hawkeye."
"Good. Now, go away, I need to focus."
Mr. Mustang seemed little confused while he followed me out of the study. After I closed the door he watched me running his long fingers through his black, silky looking hair.
"Umm…Miss Hawkeye, is he always so busy?"
"Yes. Follow me, I'll show you your room."
I began to walk forward along the narrow corridor. Then I stopped in front of a white wooden door.
"This is your room. My room is beside yours."
I stepped aside while he went into the pale green room and put his luggage on the floor. He smiled to me again. I wasn't used to see people smiling to me, normally they avoided my gaze. I guess my amber eyes were too different. But Mr. Mustang seemed to smile a lot. It actually made me little nervous.
"So, I don't want to be rude or anything, but Master didn't tell…when are we eating?"
Yes, of course father didn't tell, he didn't probably even know our dinnertimes. I just brought the food for him.
"Well, I usually cook three times a day. First I do breakfast after seven, then at three in afternoon, when I come from school I cook lunch and dinner is usually at seven. If you want to eat at different times, I can put your food aside."
"Are you cooking? Why doesn't your mom cook?"
"My mother is dead."
Mr. Mustang froze and his onyx eyes looked little terrified.
"I am sorry, I…"
"There's no need to be sorry. It's not like you killed her."
There was awkward silence before he spoke again.
"So, is it just us three here then?"
"Yes."
"That is kind of nice; I have six older sisters, so we have always so much noise in our house. I can't focus in my studies at home. "
"Oh…you have a big family then. Do you have any brothers?"
"Nope, it's just me, my sisters and my aunty Chris."
"And your parents?"
"They died in car crush when I was two. I have lived with Chris since that."
"Where do you live?"
"Your dad didn't tell you? I live in Central. Chris has a bar there. We live upstairs that bar."
"Ok. I think I go now and start cooking. Bye, Mr. Mustang."
"Bye, Miss. And you really don't need to call me Mr. Mustang, Roy is much better."
"But you have to call me Miss Hawkeye, so it is only fair. Equivalent exchange, like you alchemists say."
He started to laugh, it sounded nice. His laugh was jumping and soft. It had a melody in it. Or perhaps I just imagined so; after all it was rare to hear laughter in this house. I left to cook dinner for us, beef and potatoes. When I left him to settle down in his room, his laughter rang in my ears all the way downstairs and I wondered how long would someone so full of life stay in house so quiet and dark.
A/N: It is a perfect time to review this chapter now, don't you think? Thank you for all of you who have read both chapters, please continue…I try to update soon, if my free time allows that.
