Hi everybody, it's me again. I decided to continue this story eventhough it doesn't have the as much reviews as I desired. For no reason, I just like this story a lot, and enjoy typing it even though i'm supposed to write something else " I want to thank camiimary for your support and i appreaciate all of you who had added my story to your alert/favorite list. Thank you so much and hope you enjoy this chapter.

CHAPTER 2

Xx/xx/xxxx

Dear diary,
It has been three years since we become friend huh? It has become my habit talking to you everyday. The summer vacation is starting soon so I think I'm gonna be able to spend more time with you soon.

I've been staying at Riza's house more often than ever. May be it's because lately Ron goes out less than usual. He was staying at home playing with his toys. Yup, he loves those military dolls my parents bought for our birthday. Whoever doesn't love it? But somehow I wasn't allowed to play with them. May be it was the present that my parents got for him alone, not me. I don't mind, though. I'd rather have Riza's cake.

I could here the noise my brother's making even from here. It was Ron and his stupid gang trying to provoke me again. I think they are being loud on purpose, so that I can get jealous over their enjoyment. How stupid. It seems that he and his friends have been shifting their meeting place to our house, which made mom extremely happy. She could keep on babbling about how Ron loves to play the military toys and that it's the sign that he would become a great general and that they need to buy more toys for him blah blah blah… You couldn't imagine how hard it was to swallow the food while being forced listening to my mom's advertisement about how great her son is. That idiot being a general? That statement itself made me want to choke. If something like that really happened, then it's really the end to this country.

For me, I want to be an alchemist, like Mr. Hawkeye. He said alchemist is for the people. And I can help people, not killing them, like soldier does. I'm thinking of asking him to be my teacher soon. Hopefully he will accept me, and so I can have more reason to stay at Riza's house a bit longer.

Opps, Riza should be back any moment. So I should hide you soon. You are sleeping under the kitchen counter tonight. I know it isn't safe. But I can't think of any better place. I'm so sorry for that.

Bye,

Roy.

.:.

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Dear Diary,

So I'm learning alchemy now. I asked Mr. Hawkeye to teach me and he happily accepted me as his apprentice. He said it's not gonna be easy to learn but I will try. I want to help as many people as I can and live a happy life like Mr. Hawkeye does.

I wonder why Riza isn't interested in alchemy. I didn't dare to ask, though. I secretly want her to learn alchemy, too. Then we can study together. But all she like was guns!!! It's rather weird for a girl who like guns so much. She told me once that she just want to be good at shooting so that she can protect the ones she loves. I hope she would protect me if I'm in trouble, too. But lately she seems to point her toy gun to me more often. She never points her gun at Ron, though.

Talking about Ron, that moron has been more irritating than ever. Sometimes he would bring his stupid toys to Riza's house and asked her to play with him, and Riza looked like she was really enjoying it. I can't blame her, though. Of course it would be more fun to play with these expensive toys than listen to my ramble everyday. If tomorrow the weather's nice, may be I should ask her to go fishing with me.

Well, I have to stop writing now. I have a few alchemy books to revise. Sorry, buddy. I really don't want to let Mr. Hawkeye down at all. Oh, I think I should call him sensei from now on.

Bye,

Roy

.:. A few days went by…

"Roy, what are you doing?" Riza asked as she sat down next to Roy. The wind gently touched their face. Today was indeed a good day and they were at the riverbank now, counting the fish they had caught.

"Just wait. I'll drill the fish for you."
"Roy, I don't think it's a good idea to set a fire here. Your mom would be mad at you again."

"She had to reason to get mad at me. I'm not using her matches at all." The boy replied without looking up. He was busy drawing a circle using a tree branch.

"Ok, done." Roy put a bunch of tree branches into the circle and left the struggling fish on them. Then he tapped his hands on the ground. There was light coming from the circle and the small fish was on fire. The boy smile triumphantly as he handed the cooked fish to Riza.

"Wow, that's great, Roy. How did you do that?"

"It's alchemy. Sensei taught me how to make fire by adjusting the oxygen densities in the atmosphere. But I'm still new so I can only create such small fire."

"It's good enough. Please don't burn my house ok."

"Haha, of course I'll never do that." It's the only place I can return to. The boy thought as he gently smiled at Riza.

And so another peaceful day just passed by.

.:.

Xx/xx/xxxx

Dear diary,

Something terrible happened today. Don't worry; it has nothing to do with me, at least for now. It was my brother. He went to play firecrackers with his stupid gang again, acting like soldiers throwing mine at one and another. Then, accident happened for the obvious reason. One of the firecrackers exploded and my brother was badly injured. And so my brother lost one of his eyes. My parents were devastated. They must be thinking that why bad thing happened to their precious son, why not me instead.

I think my coming days are not gonna be easy. I wish I could just disappear from their sights or at least stay at Riza's house forever. The only thing I'm glad about is that now we are no longer identical. We still look the similar, though. But only at the side, haha.

My mom asked me to go back home early and clean the house. She didn't have time to do it because she had to stay by Ron's bedside 24 hours a day. So I think I'm gonna stop writing now. Once my dad gets home and see the pile of dirty dishes, I'll be doomed.

Bye

Roy.

Xx/xx/xxxx

Dear Diary,

Ron has been released from the hospital. That's mean I can spend more time here than before. Ever since I become Hawkeye sensei's apprentice, I have a valid reason to go back just before bedtime. One fine day I'll try to ask Mrs. Hawkeye to let me move in here. I have no reason to be home anyway. My parents have been harsher to me than ever and Roy is being more and more unreasonable than before. I had to take care of him now and then, since he still needs more rest, and that bastard did nothing but demanding and blaming everything on me. He complained to my mom so that she could make my day worse than hell. Fortunately mom has taken a leave to spend more time with Ron and because she can't afford to stay working, while at home there is such a useless idiot that can't even bring a proper orange juice to her lovely son. For heaven's sake, I'm not his servant and except the left eye, there's nothing wrong with his body, at all.

Yesterday Mrs. Hawkeye asked Riza to visit Ron if she had time. I think she's gonna cook something for him later. I saw such a long shopping list. It makes me jealous. Now everybody's turning to him, because of the misfortune he's caused himself.

Sensei is giving me a test later so I'm gonna start revising now.

See you tomorrow,

Roy.

.:.

Xx/xx/xxxx

Dear Diary,

I think I'm going crazy soon. That freaking Ron has been chasing me around for the whole day. I have to lock myself in the bathroom now. Lucky I have you with me.

I don't know how long am I gonna stay here. Not until Riza and her mom come back. They were out to visit some relatives, so I really don't know when they will be back. And that mad Ron is here, at Riza's house, now. He must be waiting for me to come out so that he can beat me black and blue again. He starts to pick fights with me more and more often now, in which I can only let myself being hit. If there's a scratch on him, I'll be as good as dead. And I think Ron must want me to wear an eye patch like him, so that we can lookalike again, that's why he kept aiming for my eyes. Another great thing is that my parents scold me much more often than ever. They nag at me everything I appear.

I'm so sick of this endless torture. When will it really end? Or am I really end up losing my life because of this?

Man, I got my diary damp. Get a grip of yourself, Roy Mustang. I'm not a weak boy anymore, I'm going to be an alchemist. I need to be strong to protect and help people. I have to keep these emotions to myself, or else Riza will laugh at me for sure…

.:.

Roy startled as somebody was banging at the door. The boy realized he was still in the bathroom, and he felt asleep while hiding from Ron.

It was Riza who banged the bathroom's door. Roy opened and received a lengthy lecture from her. He stayed back for dinner that day, and before going back to his house, Mrs. Hawkeye hugged him. The thoughtful lady must have seen how red the boy's eyes were, with the fearful look presented when it was time for him to come home.

He reached home while his brother was bad mouthed about him. Again, the boy ended his day getting damned. On the empty bed, the shivering boy let tears drove him to sleep. His brother was sleeping soundly with some extra pillows and an additional blanket. Well, Roy was thankful that at least he still has a bed to sleep on.

.:.

Xx/xx/xx

Dear Diary,

This is the happiest day of my life. It has been two months since my brother had that accident and my hell had been ended at last.

I saw two muffins inside the fridge and I decided to eat one, didn't aware that both of them were left there for my brother. And I was beaten the daylights out of me just like that. I found my head hit the ground one more time and the hero appeared. I was able to recognize who the person was, before everything went black.

It was my sensei came to rescue me again. I woke up on Riza's bed, with bandages all over my body. Not sure whether it came from the beating yesterday or Riza has been smashing me because I was occupied her bed again. Hmm, probably not the latter. Anyway, it's not something that I'm concerned about. What made my heart jumped from joy was the news Mrs. Hawkeye told me when she found I'd already awake. She said that she wanted to stay at her house. And I was told that sensei and she were having a big fight with my parents for the way the treat me. My parents said they don't want to have a son like me and asked the Hawkeyes to take me if they want so. Thank God they didn't reject me like my parents were. I'm not sad at all; I've already known that they never love me. Though I think I need to thank them once, for setting me free from that hell pit, so that I can have a new family that loves me.

Sensei's getting a new bed for me tonight and told me that I have to share the room with Riza for the time being. I hope Riza doesn't mind. A bed is too good for me. I can just sleep on the sofa, or on the floor in the kitchen, or toilet, or wherever, as long as it's not my parents' house. My heart shouts for joy again when I think about not seeing my parents so often. I still have to face Ron, though. I'm in the same class at him and it's the nearest school in the area, and I can't make the Hawkeyes go through all the troubles changing school for me just because I don't like that bastard. It's just a few hours at school. For sure I'm able to endure it.

I need to do housework now. Since I'm a freeloader, doing chores around the house is the only thing I can do to repay their kindness. I need to learn more about alchemy, too. Sensei praised me for my improvement, so I have to try harder.

See you tomorrow,

Roy.

.:.

"That's the rare model you are having!!! Can I take a look?" A boy beamed as he saw the new toy soldier that belonged to a one-eyed boy.

"Haha, I don't think you can ever find a second one in this eastern city. My dad went to the north for business and got this for me." The boy announced loudly, not to forget peeking at his other quiet twin. Roy was reading book in silent, completely ignored the noisy flaunt coming from his brother.

"Wow, Ron, you must have collected all the models available, huh?" Another boy joined in, his face must be loaded with admiration.

"Yup, almost. I still can't find the Napoleon figure yet. I've been looking for it in every toy store in the city but I can't find one at all."

"It's ultra-rare. I heard they only produced a few hundred of that." Again another participant voiced out.

Roy wished he could get out of this place as soon as possible.

.:.

There was a festival and the market was full of people. Roy walked on the street nonchalantly with Riza beside him. Her parents were walking behind, with handfuls of shopping bags. Roy noticed something from a certain stall. It was a toy vendor that had a lot of toy solders displayed on the wooden cart. And there he saw, a Napoleon figure. It looked exactly as the one he saw on the magazines, and definitely it was the one that Ron was desperately looking for.

Roy turned for his sensei, and point at the toy. "Sensei, can I have that toy?" He asked softly. It was the first time Roy ever demand something from the Hawkeyes.

His sensei patted his head slightly and asked the vendor for the price. His face twisted slightly. Apparently the man wasn't happy with what he had been told. That toy cost more than food money for a whole week!

"Sensei, please buy that for me. I know it's expensive but this is the last time I ever ask you something like this. I'll repay you once I get a job in the future, please, sensei…" Roy went on with the begging, much to Riza's confusion.

"I never know you like these stuffs also. I thought Ron is the only one going crazy about it."

Roy ignored Riza's statement and carried on his begging mission. Mr. Hawkeye finally gave in and bought the toy for Roy. The small boy hugged he toy tight and thanked his sensei as much as he could. He's just owned something that everybody in the class was talking about. He didn't know why he wanted to get it so badly, nor was he ever interested on it. It just something that's rare. I can just sell it to other kids. Or I can just auction it on ebay later!!! (?!!) and I will make loads of money. Yet the boy doubted he ever liked money. It was just that the boy never had any greed for money. So why did he want it so much? Is it because of Ron? Yeah, it's because Ron never has it. And since it's ultra-rare, it means Ron can never get a hold of this toy. Roy smirked, satisfied with his answer.

.:.

A box was pulled out from under the bed. It was the Napoleon figure that Riza's dad had bought for him. Roy didn't touch it at all. He left it under his bed until now. The boy brushed the dust away and gently wrapped the box with an old newspaper. Then he scribbled a few lines on the happy birthday card and enclosed it inside the present. Tomorrow would be his birthday, and the boy couldn't figure out what he wrapped this present for. The boy hated it when he couldn't be in control, when he couldn't understand stuffs around him. Frustrated with himself, Roy fumed while dumping the hurriedly wrapped gift into his schoolbag.

The next day, he stealthy hid the present into Ron's bag during lunch hour.

From that day onward, the class had become much more peaceful, and Roy could no longer hear about the discussion about those army playthings, ever. And he truly found himself not regretting at all, for disposing away the expensive Napoleon figure.

(To be continue)

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I'm not sure whether i get the correct tone or not. It seems that Roy's tone is a bit too old for his age. But to think of a boy who went through a lot, he ought to be more matured than the normal kid, rite ^^ Sorry for any typos/ grammartical mistakes. I'm so sleep that i snore away with my face kissing the keyboard now. Hope you like this chapter, please review, thanx ;)

See you next time,

Ja ne~