Hello world! Twisted here!

Laziness is taking its toll on me. Hell hath no punishment like the good ol' bed and pillows... TT^TT Anywaaay... Christmas break is over and we are now going back to our classes. Like, today- January 4, 2015. And as I am starting to prepare preparing (LOL) for it, I thought (what a dangerous pass time) , "Hey! Why not actually update one of your projects, you lazy ass?". Thus, here it is. (This is unedited though. Excuse the grammar errs)

I am really hoping that the person who reads this sh*t will enjoy this... I mean, if this part is boring, lemme tell yah hunny that the story plot is taking its sweet time because this is slice of life.

Well, lemme end my rant there and let's actually start with the good stuff. Read. Enjoy! Review.


Chapter 2: The Grummans


Life is a comedy for those who think, and a tragedy for those who feel.-Henry Walpole


Frustration laces the edges of his beautiful face.

He really is beautiful. That couldn't be denied. It cannot be denied. His is a beauty that can freeze up lakes and turn everything into ice sculptures. He is all obsidian and marble at the same time; a slate- sculpted and honed, not birthed from a mere human being.

Well, that is how they would dramatically describe him. Who are they? Why… his fangirls of course.

And he is none other than the vice president of the student government, Roy Mustang of the Xing clan.

Call him narcissistic if you will, but according to him, he knows that he is indeed good looking. The number of times he would use said good looks serves as concrete evidence to this claim.

"Vice President", the blonde aid slams down a pen on Roy Mustang's table. "Do your work."

"You're no fun, Elizabeth…" he huffs petulantly, almost like a child.

"That's Riza-san to you."

"Hmp."

Roy Mustang has been close to the Grummans. His aunt, Madame Christmas was the one who raised him to become 'the fine gentleman' that he is. And to do so, she used to take the boy with her to the Grumman main house, where she was often summoned to render her service.

The Madame owns the best liquor house in the country of Amestris… her stocks are filled with the finest wines from the vineyards of Maria, the best vodka from the frozen lands of Drachma, barrels and barrels of rum that can make you forget your name (really, it can happen) from Risembol, Shiganshina and Ragako, and many other unforgettable poisons from different lands. However, Madame Christmas does not only sell liquor to the Grumman head, but information too. One could even say that she is, what you would call, an information broker. So, young Roy did not only grow up a connoisseur… he is also well-informed when it comes to country matters.

Looking back, the Grumman head would happily let Roy play with his grandchildren, saying that the kids should expand their world or something.

Riza was the same reserved girl back then, with sarcasm as sharp as a newly sharpened blade. Erwin, the eldest, was well… Erwin. He was a child fond of secretive smiles and provocative statements. Winry was the same cheerful beauty. Armin never changed. He was shy, timid, but brilliant with a good head and a good heart. And Krista, was the same bedazzled angel that can charm her way out of anybody.

"YO! ROY!"

Thus, the peace and contemplative aura of the room vanished with a small poof.

Here we go again…

Maes Hughes, Roy Mustang's self-acclaimed best friend, sauntered towards the tired-looking young man. He gave him a cheerful pat before bending down and shoving a bunch of photographs underneath his nose.

"Ohohohoho! Aren't they just lovely?! They are the newest shots!"

It is no secret that Maes has this nasty habit of capturing his every moment with his girlfriend via photography. Roy… Roy is the poor, unfortunate soul who serves as the receptacle of the said guy's enthusiasm.

This is just as creepy as Hange-senpai's illegal human experimentations.

"Maes", he pinches the bridge of his nose. "Can you please stop shoving those to me? I can actually see nothing."

"Oopss… Sorry. Anyway, here they are."

If there's one thing that really served as the foundation for the two's friendship, it would be Roy's innate ability to know when to ignore and when to listen to Maes.

The vice president browsed blindly through the pictures, until his gaze is caught by a bunch where a certain blond-haired young lady is the subject. There are a couple of them actually- showing the different littlest expressions that are very Riza-like.

"Oho…ho…ho…ho…ho. What is this? I don't like that look on your face, my friend."

"How come you have these?"

"Hm..? I wonder..? Should I tell you?"

"Maes!"

"Alright… alright. I'm working part-time for the newspaper club. They gave me the assignment to get pictures of the Grumman kids. They're going to feature the family in celebration of their bla-bla anniversary of supporting the school. Last year you had that too. You know, the one when you were harassed by THAT gay during your interview?"

Roy's face crumpled in distaste, "Please do not remind me."

"Anyway, I should really be going. I still need to sort these babies out. God forbid I include some of my dear Gracia's photos here and those perverted freaks from the newspaper club get the wrong idea of feasting on her. Adios, amigo!"

And as speedy as how he entered the venue, Maes Hughes went out, leaving Roy to stare after his best friend with the weirdest idea ever.


"Oi! President!"

Erwin Smith looks back. The sight of a 16 year old girl with messy ponytail, skewed glasses, bunny slippers and lab gown with sleeves rolled up until her elbows, greeted him.

He lets out a sigh. She really is incorrigible. It is a wonder how the students can take the council's instructions on dress code seriously when one of their officers is blatantly murdering the glory of their uniform.

"Good morning to you too, Hange-san", he smiles, still ever so immovable. "What can I do for you?"

She smirks, "Those gays- oh, forgive me. Those guys from the newspaper club would like to secure an interview from you."

His forehead crinkles, "Oh? They asked you to inform me?" Wow. Those guys must be braver than I thought… or stupider.

"Nope. Heard it from Blouse. You know how one of those newspaper dudes is tailing her, wanting them to be friends or something, yeah? Well, I nicked ya' some pretty damn good info I bet."

"Nice try Hange-san. What do you want?"

"Heh…" she smirks even wider. "Extra funding."

"No. You'll only use that in your less than orthodox experiments… which are obviously illegal, I should add." Erwin answered her without changing his demeanor. He then turned around then walked away as if no talk actually transpired.

"Oh come on!"

"Again, no. Elric was in serious trauma, you know. He can't stop trembling… saying words how he saw the demon once more after such a long time. Makes you wonder, right?"

It is unknown to everybody that Hange Zoe works for the Grumman's growing company. She serves as the mysterious innovator for their products… May it be for children, teens or adults. Scary, isn't it? But Hange is really good at what she does. However, good ol' Brigadier General Grumman forced her into submitting an application to Central Wall Academy. Although Hange had long since finished her schooling (It didn't take her eight years from kindergarten,), Grumman claimed that she needs to feel the environment of a normal human being to get the gist of what she should really make. Don't get him wrong. As I've said before, Hange is really good at what she does.

Maybe he just wants to fool around…

In addition to that, he makes Hange teach in the kindergarten section and the grade school section. It is a wonder how she keeps her grades downright impressive in the midst of all that. Nope. Not at all. She's not human. She's a cyborg.

The 16-year-old genius pouts. How should she do this? Should she actually begin extorting money from her underclassmen using Levi Ackerman's fearsome name? No. That would be messy. The last time she did that, she dove into serious trouble. After all, Levi doesn't care if you're a male or a female. She should just approach President Erwin's sly old grandfather. Again, messy.

She turns to go on her way with a dark chuckle.


The short-haired blond boy settles down beside the girl who looks suspiciously too much like him.

"Hullo, Armin", she smiles.

"Hullo to you too, Krista", he smiles back.

Another blonde sits herself on one of the chairs.

"Winry-nee-chan, what's wrong?" Krista asks in a worried voice.

Winry did not answer right away, instead she started biting her fingernails. She looks perturbed to the highest extent.

"Winry-nee-chan?"

"Huh? What?" she shakes off her thoughts.

"What's wrong? Something bothering you?"

Winry sighs, raking back her hair. "I…"

"You..?"

"They chose me to represent the school organizations in the lower house", she sighs once more. Her face contorts into an ugly grimace. "Technically I'm a congresswoman now… I have an assigned room here now, right? In this horrible, horrible, nightmarish building?!" she fists her hands passionately. "And I went through all the trouble to ignore all the pressure and shit urging me to run for an office. This. Is. Ridiculous!"

Armin sweat drops, "Winry-nee-chan, you're making it all sound so horrible."

"It is horrible!-"

"What is horrible?"

"Erwin-onii-sama!" the three of them chorus.

They are a little nervous. Of course. Who wouldn't be? In front of Erwin Smith, even the biggest, baddest school bully can wet his pants.

"What's horrible?" he smiles, stepping nearer to the ornate circular table. "Armin?"

"Well", Armin loosens his collar nervously. "Winry-senpai was chosen to represent the school organizations for the lower house."

Erwin inclines his head, ten shifts his gaze to his long-haired cousin. "Is this true, Winry?"

Winry swallows, "Y-yes."

"Then", he smiles wider still. How creepy… "I'll be telling the house staff to prepare your room. I'm so proud of you. Congratulations."

Why does it sound so suspiciously like, "Finally, another pawn to mobilize."? Ugh… creepy.

"My, my… it's so nice to see my grandchildren so close to each other… Ohohohohoho."

Brigadier General Grumman is one of the main pillars of the country of Amestris. He was the one who helped open trade routes leading to the East- the infamous 'Silk Road'. Well, he did earn lots from there… don't be too imaginative. It was all legal.

"It's such a wonderful day don't you agree, Elizabeth?"

"Yes", Riza Hawkeye answers calmly.

Her cousins are visibly sweat dropping from their grandfather's remark. As children. They've already learned that their famous relative is quite different. He is the type of person who can be dull and shrewd at the same time. He even got a potential international criminal to work for him in a rate lower than how she should be payed. He's got her roped and fed like a normal pet. It is disturbing as it is funny.

"Now, settle down everyone. We're going to begin our monthly meeting. Our agenda- the preparations for our family's anniversary as beneficiaries of the Academy…"


Owari.