Juvenile Delinquents

Juvenile Delinquents

- AU -

Attics are generally not the kind of place you want to be lugging a suitcase to at the best of times, but when you have a feeling of guilt and apprehension growing with every step. Riza Hawkeye, thirteen years of age, followed by a great burly lump of a man, and recently convicted of the murder of her father. Not that there was really much chance of her not being convicted, as she had been found standing over him with a gun in her hand, and had actually said she had shot him. And thus, she was here, climbing the slightly creaky stairs of the house where the delinquents stayed while they worked off their crimes on this farm in the middle of no where. Riza and the burly man reached the top floor, and the man yanked open a wooden door on her right and threw her in. The door was snapped shut behind her with a slam. She heard the lock click and the man retreat down the stairs.

"Hello, so you're the roommate I was told to expect. I guess they really must be running out of rooms," Riza spun around to face her new roommate who was… a guy.

"Excuse me, am I really expected to room with a boy?"

"Yep, that's your bed there by the window," he explained, pointing to a rickety bed underneath a window jutting out into the open air through the sloped roof.

"So, why are you in here?" asked Riza, purely out of curiosity, for he didn't really seem the type to be locking a place one step away from a prison. She chucked her back onto the bed, wincing as it caused the springs to squeak horrendously.

"Arson. What about you?" he replied, straight faced.

"I- I shot my father." Riza confessed. He looked bemused for a moment then sighed.

"It's not the worst that's been done here," he answered, "There's these brothers, I think they were suicide bombers or something. One brother lost his arm and leg, the other must be so busted up that he hides in a suit of armour twenty-four seven. My friend in the room next door, he picked locks with knifes and robbed houses, there's a blond girl who jacked cars and revamped them, a girl falsely convicted of murder, excreta, excreta." Riza gave a small smile for the first time in a long time.

"That you for trying to cheering me up, I appreciate it. By the way, what's you're name?"

"Roy Mustang, at your service."

"Thank you, Roy."

Um, it's a AU fic, maybe slightly OOC. Let's assume that Riza's father beat her or something. I didn't really give a clear reason why she killed him… sorry if that made it hard to understand or anything. I'll write fluff next time…