Author's Note~ Thanks for all the reads!(Yes, it is like, eighteen, but that's a lot for me!) And, in this, Roy had normal schooling before Military Academy. Oh, and for the review,
helpmewoofy11~ Oh, I think it might surprise you. Or not. Depends on how plot twisty your mind gets.
I DO NOT OWN FMA, OR FMAB!
Emery's eyes snapped open, a scream caught in her throat. She stared into the darkness of her room, mentally cursing her curtains. Footsteps in the kitchen. Her room started to come into focus. A rumbling that took her a moment for her brain to stop at coffee pot. Emery removed her hand from her mouth, and breathed a sigh of relief. It was only her father. She glanced around her room. Nothing. Emery swung her legs off the bed, her right foot feeling the chill of her hardwood flooring. She quietly padded to the bathroom with a change of clothes, a navy blue sweater and jeans,doubling back to her room for socks.
When Emery walked into the kitchen, Roy eyes her jeans with drooping eyelids over his coffee. "I am not in the military, therefore I don't have to follow your optional miniskirt campaign. Besides, it's the middle of winter daddy." She stuck her tongue out. "My own daughter doesn't support me."Roy muttered, downing the last of his cup. Emery turned to the stove, starting breakfast. "I do support you. I feed you and make sure you don't go to work with your pants on your head." She laughed. "And my supporter thinks I would go to work with pants on my head. Wonderful." Emery shook her head. "Eat up, I have school. " The girl placed a plate of food in front of her father. "Remember, don't wish Uncle Hughes upon any subordinates daddy!" She called, heading out the door. "And I make damn good eggs."She muttered once the door was shut.
Emery was just like her father, half growing up in a private school. Well, not this one. She had transferred from hers in East City, an all girls school, to one of the many high class schools of central. She transferred at the start of the school year, a warm September, and had adjusted well, not that there was that much to adjust to. More people her age, more teachers. And more questions on why she always wore breathed out a shuddering sigh, willing herself smaller, and entered her school.
It was four o'clock, and Emery was on her way to Central Command. And she was so damn close to the gates of the school when she was stopped. Emery gasped when a small hand grabbed her shoulder. "Hey, don't freak. I just wanted to ask you something." A girl said. Emery sighed mentally, and turned to face the girl. She wore a green long-sleeved shirt. and jeans. Her blonde hair was in a braid, reminding Emery of Fullmetal. "Why do you wear gloves?I mean, I know it's winter and all, but you wore them when it was hot out to. Is it some skin thing or something?" The girl rambled. "But if it was a skin thing, you could tell me and I wouldn't tell anyone else. "
"I wear them because I want to." Emery said quietly, turning away. "I want to know so I will!" The girl exclaimed, yanking off Emery's right glove, revealing the gleam of metal in the faint sunlight. The black haired girl froze. Only her father and non-official uncle knew about her automail. No-one else, not even Miss Riza. And then this kid comes along...Horrified, Emery snatched her glove back and took of sprinting.
She stopped outside to put her glove on, and to get access from the men outside. She was lucky she didn't drop her pass when she left the school. Emery made her was down the hallways, and passed through the work room silently. She didn't notice until she was halfway into her father's office that he was talking to Fullmetal again. She opened her mouth and before she could say anything, Roy spoke. "And Emery, Fullmetal is going to his automail mechanic in the morning. Maybe you can go along and see if she's taking new customers."
Author's Note~ (Yes...another...) Ok...In this, I decided to fudge up the timeline, but I can't find the last episodes of Brotherhood...At all...Well, I did but I don't have money. So could someone please PM me on how and where Roy met Riza, and if you can a guess at their age? And thank you for the follows and review! I really appreciate people reading this. Any and all flames will be as useless as Roy in the rain, so don't bother. I thought this chapter would be longer...I guess I'll have to work up to it. See you next chapter! ~Otaku