Yay second chapter! Its a bit longer then the first!
Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist. If I did it would be Flame Alchemist.
Light poured through the windows, filling every nook and cranny of the small room. What am I doing here?! This isn't my room! Almost instantly the previous night's memories poured into her conscience. Oh… She sat up and threw the covers off. Sweeping her hair out of her hazel eyes she crossed to the soaked clothes she wore last night and rummaged through the pants' pocket.
Here it is… Riza pulled out a small, leather wallet and began to count the bills inside. $113. It could be worse… She quickly scanned the other contents. Credit card! Wait, no. They can track me through the credit card. Better get rid of it. The blonde walked to the fireplace on the opposite side of the room and turned the small gold key molded into the bricks, the flames sprung to life.
She cast the plastic card into the fire and rifled through the wallet, discarding anything with her father's name on it. Eventually she came to his ID. His cruel brown eyes stared menacingly up at her. Riza shivered and threw the card into the fireplace. It's the closest to Hell I can ever get you, I would kill you myself but then I'll end up there too. Hope you enjoy it.
The blonde emptied the wallet onto the floor and produced a stick of chalk from her rucksack. She yanked up the carpet and drew a transmutation circle on the exposed wood. She dropped the wallet into the middle and quickly transmuted it into a wallet she thought more fit for a teenager. Can never be too safe.
The Academy of Desta was grander, and larger then Riza had ever imagined it to be. Worn gray stones made up the façade of the building, which was also sprinkled with stained class windows of the most powerful and famous alchemists. She stared at the building, which seemed to possess an air of grace and respect, for several minutes. Suddenly a bell rang, echoing throughout the entire campus, and promptly afterwards students began to spill out of the building. Right on time.
She quickly stepped out of the way of the flow and waited.
"Riza!"
She looked in the direction she had heard the call.
"Maes! Is that you?" Before long Riza was in the all too familiar arms of Maes Hughes.
"What are you doing here?" He asked, after a considerable amount of time.
"I'm enrolling here!" His face lit up, but quickly darkened as he pulled her aside.
"Did he do something? Is that why you're here, you're running away?"
The blonde sighed. "Hughes, you know the answer to that question. I just… couldn't take it anymore. I decided to follow the road and see where it led me."
"Riza… You shouldn't have run away, that'll just make him angrier. And besides, he'll find you and take you away."
Smiling sadly she pulled him into another embrace. "I'm here. Forever."
What the hell did her bastard of a father do this time? Maes looked at Riza out of the corner of his eye. Her skin tone looked slightly uneven. She's wearing cover-up. I don't even want to think about what she's cover up. He bit his lip. Fuck! This is all my fault. I knew what was going on and I left. I left her when she needed me the most. Godammit Maes, she's here now and that's all that matters!
The uniform didn't fit correctly, but that was to be expected. Aside from that the blonde seemed quite open to it. She liked the army like feel of the camouflage pants and olive green shirt. She strolled out of bunkroom to where Hughes was waiting patiently for her.
"So you got enrolled without any problems?"
"Well there was a little problem, but I got it sorted out."
He arched his eyebrows in suspicion. "What was the problem?"
"…No parental consent. I just said they were dead and I didn't have any guardians, and that's why I joined, among other things."
Hughes laughed and draped his arm around her shoulders. "I've missed you Riza." She opened her mouth to reply but was interrupted by a cold voice.
"Hughes? Who is this poor girl you're harassing?" Demanded a tall black haired teenager. Hughes raised his middle finger but laughed nonetheless.
"Mustang, this is Riza. Riza Hawkeye, shes new here."
Riza smiled kindly and extended her hand. His grip was strong, but his hands were surprisingly soft. "I'm Roy." Mustang. Roy Mustang…
Okay, theres chapter two. I have a chapter three, but I'd like some reviews before I post it!