Chapter two part one: These bloodstained hands

Roy's POV

A/n- okay, here is the second chapter of my fma fanfic. I'm going to try to upload every weekend but high school and homework sucks so sorry if I end up missing a weekend occasionally. For people, who have read, reviewed, followed, or added to favorites, THANK YOU SO MUCH! I freaking love you guys 3 most of the chapters I have are written from Roy's POV, but there are some from Adie's POV and even from envy's I think. Also, in my original version Adie's name was Akira, so sorry if I accidently call her Akira and not Adie. Thank you again for reading and sorry for the long chapters!

The next morning came too soon. My dreams about mini skirts were ripped away abruptly when I felt small hands shake my shoulders in an attempt to wake me. It worked. I opened one eye cautiously and peered up at the child. "What…?" I grumbled drowsily. I just wanted to go back to sleep.

"I'm hungry." Adie stated.

"There's cereal in the kitchen." I replied, shoving my face back into my pillow. 'Maybe if I ignore it, it will just go away.' I thought to myself.

Adie frowned. "I don't know where anything is though…"

Mumbling some "pretty" words, I got up and went to the kitchen, my newfound 3-foot problem hot on my heels. She barley made it past my hip.

After pouring cereal and milk into a bowl I set it in front of Adie, who was seated at my kitchen table. She stared at it, frowned, took a bite, and frowned some more.

"What's wrong, you got what you asked for."

"It's not sweet enough. It needs more sugar."

I pointed to a small silver container on the counter. It had a peeling label that read, "SUGAR" on it. She got up and trotted over to the counter, reaching up for the sugar. Even on her tippy toes, the container was too far for her to reach. I watched with amusement as each of her tries to reach the container ended with the same result: failure. I chuckled and got up going to my at-home office to make a phone call to one of m closest friends.

The phone rang several times and I could feel my impatience rising at a tremendous rate. After the 4th ring he finally picked up. "Hellooo, this is Maes Hughes Speaking." Hughes said in his usual annoying singsong voice. (A/n- I did not include his rank because I cant remember what it is. Lol, sorry bout that.)

"Hughes," I began, "I have a problem…"

(20-minute time skip)

I was sitting in the living room with the kid in my lap, watching some stupid cartoon she had suckered me into watching. I had found out the hard way that Adie was used to getting what she wants.

A knock came from the door and I let out a breath I hadn't even realized id been holding. But before I could even get up Adie was at the door, opening it to let whomever it was inside. Hughes, who had been expecting me to answer, was a bit surprised when he had to look down to see the person who had come to greet him. I wouldn't be surprised if at first he thought that the door had opened itself.

"Oh, hello." Hughes said with raised eyebrows.

'Good,' I thought, 'At least he isn't being too loud yet. That way he wont scare her.' However, in the next second Hughes had picked up the child and hugged her so tight that Adie's face turned an alarming shade of blue.

"OH. MY GOODNESS! YOU ARE JUST THE CUUTTTESSSTT LITTLE THING EVER, AREN'T YOU! YOU HAVE ROY'S EYES! I CAN ALREADY SEE THE RESEMBLENCE! SOMEDAY MY WIFE AND I ARE GOING TO HAVE A DAUGHTER AS CUTE AS YOU! I BET YOU'RE GOING TO HAVE TO BEAT THE BOYS OFF YOU WITH A STICK WHEN YOU GET OLDER!" And even though I still wouldn't acknowledge Adie as my daughter yet, and I hadn't even known her for 24 hours, the thought of her with a boy terrified me. I immediately took her away from him and set her down. She stepped behind me, eyes wide, obviously frightened by the loud man. Luckily, he calmed down a bit after that.

"Hughes," I said, "this is Adie, the little girl who thinks she's my daughter."

He looked at me, suddenly very serious. "Do you think it's possible that she might be? I mean, it's not like you haven't, you know," He glanced at Adie real quick then leaned next to my ear and whispered very quietly, "Put your hotdog in a bun, if you know what I mean." I glared at him.

"But I've never gotten anyone PREGNANT!" I yelled, maybe a little too loudly. He looked at Adie again, and then back at me. His look plainly said, 'Are you sure about that?' I wanted to hit him. I thought about denying it again, but I couldn't help going through a list of all the women I've slept with, trying to figure out if any of them could be Adie's mom. The list was longer than I was proud of…and it was more than possible that one of them had gotten pregnant, I just didn't want to admit it.

Hughes spoke again. "Did you ask her who her mother is yet? Or how old she is maybe? Where she came from?" I blinked, the thought to just ask her hadn't even occurred to me. I shook my head no.

"I don't know anything but her name." I stated. "Anyway, come in and sit down so we don't have this entire conversation in the doorway."

We all sat down and Adie crawled back on my lap. My eyes narrowed and my eyebrow twitched, but I couldn't bring myself to move her off of me.

Hughes put his annoying happy-go-lucky back on and turned to Adie. "Looks like we're going to have to ask you a few questions, okay?" He said cheerfully, his tone matching his face.

"Okie Dokie!" She replied, equally cheerful. I was beginning to wonder if it was him who was her father, and not I.

I asked the first question. "How old are you?"

She answered immediately. "Six and a half!"

"Six!?" Hughes exclaimed, "Aren't you a little short to be six though…?"

The room was suddenly filled with a very chilling atmosphere, and I could swear that Adie was summoning demons with her aura. "And a half." It almost sounded like a death threat.

Hughes gave a nervous laugh, "Well, you certainly can be as scary as Roy…hehe…he…" I however was lost deep in thought. If she was six and a half then that means she was conceived a little over seven years ago. I would have been about 15 at the time, which made it even more disturbing if she was my daughter. I couldn't even remember the names of any of my girlfriends from back then, let alone which ones I might have gotten pregnant. This only made me surer that she wasn't mine.

"Sorry kid, it's just not possible that I'm your dad. I think you have me mistaken with someone else. Someone who's old enough to have a six-year-old kid." I wasn't really sorry.

"But Mommy told me so! She said it was you! I'm sure of it! And…and" she started tearing up with the effort of trying to convince me.

"Sorry kid, I'm not buying it. I need proof." At that Hughes perked up.

"Proof? Why not a DNA test? I'm sure there many people at central who would be will to perform on for you!" It was actually a good idea, so I agreed. This way, I could finally convince the kid she had it all wrong, that I wasn't her dad and she must have misheard her mother somehow. I looked at the clock; if we didn't leave soon both Hughes and I would be late for work. Hughes had the same idea and offered us a ride to the office. I gratefully accepted.

When we got there Lt. Hawkeye was surprised to see a little 3' 6-and-a-half-year-old following me around like a puppy, as was everyone else. I think I even caught some people taking pictures.

(1-hour time skip)

I sat down at my desk; Lt. Hawkeye was waiting for me to explain the little girl, who was currently folding one of my papers into a paper airplane.

"So," Riza started," when did you get a babysitting job?" I didn't appreciate her humor.

"I'm not a baby sitter! The kid thinks she's my daughter." Riza raised an eyebrow

"Is she?"

"I don't know yet."

"Yet?"

"We're doing a DNA test. The results will be here by next week. Until then, we have no information about her mother or where she came from so for now she is staying with me." I sighed and put my head in my hands.

"Why me…?" I mumbled. Riza pat me on the shoulder.

"There, there." She reassured me, mockingly. I felt a tug on my sleeve.

"Daddy," Akira looked at me with adorable black eyes- 'wait, adorable? I thought. 'Oh god, I'm turning into Hughes…'

"What?" I asked. Riza looked at me with a raised eyebrow (a/n- I think that is going to become an iconic expression for Riza in this fan fiction) "huh"

"You didn't react to being called Daddy," she said slowly.

"Oh, I guess I didn't…" Maybe I was getting used this. The thought terrified me.

"Daddy…!" she said with growing impatience.

I looked at her and said, "what?" again.

"I haff ta pee…" I sighed and looked at Riza with a look that clearly said, "Will you take her?"

After they left I got called into a meeting. Little did I know, so did Riza. That left Adie alone in my office. For two hours. I was about to find out just how much trouble a six (and a half) year old can cause in two hours.

END CHAPTER 2 PART 1

A/n- I began to realize that this is an extremely long chapter, so instead of making you suffer through it I am just going to post it as two chapters. Also, IF YOU LIKE THE STORY OR WOULD LIKE ME TO FIX STUFF THEN PLEASE REVIEW. In the next chapter Adie meets king Bradley! Make sure to read and find out what happens! Thank you. That is all 3