It's me again! Teeheeheehee! I hope you liked the last chapter! It about to get...somewhat emotional in here and this chapter is somewhat filler; I wanted to have a little bit of a laugh.
This is probably the shortest author's note I'll ever write...cuz I'm standing in my engineering class waiting for the bell to ring and I don't want to be interrupted. But anyway, I don't own FMA and pretty please R & R!
"Trisha honey? Don't you think you need to take a break?" Mrs. Riza walked into the quiet west library wing were I had been spending most of my time ever since I lived with the Mustang's. I mid sentence, I placed my finger on the word I was focusing on and looked back at Mrs. Riza with a tired smile.
"I'll take a break as soon as I finish this page, promise!" Resaving a smile back, I refocused my mind on the book, resuming my studying.
"Alright dear...lunch will be ready soon." She announced before stepping out into the hallway, closing the huge wooden door with a clunk.
Finishing my page, I marked my place, stretching out my arms as I yawned loudly. Feeling a formulary pain in my neck and lower back I grumbled, standing from my comfy leather seat, cracking my back a few times. Great...stiff muscles...I only think I hate about studying. You'd think after about 12 years of studying and sitting in the same place all day, I would learn by now that I have to actually move parts of my body, besides my eyes and my hands. But nope! Haven't learned a thing besides what I'm studying, which has always been alchemy. Even thou I didn't know to move every now and then I knew the perfect remedy for stiff muscles, a hot shower, which I desperately needed!
"Shower! Here I come!" I smiled, walking to my new bedroom, grabbing an outfit Mrs. Riza had given me.
Walking into the closes bathroom, I sighed heavily seeing there was no shower curtain. Richest people in Amestris but they don't have a damn shower curtain! Still pouting about the absents of a curtain, I stripped, turning the hot water job as high as it could go. Steam began to seep thru the cold air, feeling lovely against my skin. I stepped into the hot water a sigh of relief escaping my lips as I let the hot water run down my back. Awwww much better.
Grabbing the shampoo bottle, squeezing some into my hand as the hot water began to work its magic on my stiff muscles. The bathroom soon became full with steam, misting up the mirror, tiny water droplets running down the wall. Scrubbing the crap out of my hair, the sound of a door opening invaded my ears. Glancing over quickly, my gaze meet Raymond's my face instantly turned red. He stood there, his face as red as mine, eyes widen with surprise.
"RAYMOND! GET OUT!" I squalled, covering myself, turning my back to him.
"OH SWEET MARY MOTHER OF JESUES! IM SORRY!" He blurred out, quickly slamming the door.
Oh my God! What the hell just happened? Regaining my peace of mind...well...a little bit, I replayed the scene over in my head, blushing deeper when I realized what had happened. RAYMOND SAY ME NACKED! No one has ever seen me naked beside Aunt Winry and my dad! I felt, violated and dirty. Not even this relaxing hot shower could help me. After finishing my shower, I walked awkwardly out into the hallway, making sure Raymond was no where around. I crept into my room, quickly locking the door, letting out a long sigh as I did.
"He saw me naked...naked...nude...in the buff...my birthday suit..." I muttered to myself as I began to get dressed.
I hear a maid call threw the house that lunch was ready, as I slipped on my house shoes. Oh God! Lunch! That means Raymond would be down here and the last thing I wanted to do was face him! Desperately trying to figure out a way to eat and not see Raymond, I clenched my forehead, wrapping my white coat around me. Not coming up with anything, I gulped, walking out into the hallway, checking for any sign of Raymond. Creeping down the hallway, checking all around me, I reached the dining room, where two maids stood by the table, sending me their normal tired smiles. I sat in the highly detailed chair and began eating my soup, chewing on a freshly baked piece of bread.
"Oh there you are Trisha." King Mustang's voice scared me slightly, walking into the dining room, smiling over at me.
"Hi there King Mustang! This is really good soup!" I repaid his smile with my own, as he sat next to me.
"You finally taking a study break? I haven't seen you in a few days." Taking a bite of his bread, he kept his gaze on me.
"Yeah...I got really stiff muscles and desisted to move around for once." I chuckle slightly, finishing my bread.
"I remember when your father and uncle would study for days, they tried to deifier coded alchemy research notes it took them ten days to finally crack it." He smiled over at me, a reminiscing gleam in his dark eyes.
"Wow! That's what I can determination! And really great focus...I guess that's where I get it from..." I smiled over at Mustang, receiving a small one back.
"All alchemists have a great ability to focus, that's why alchemist touchingly created everything that we have today." A proud smile grew across his face, sending pride threw me.
"Yeah...your right...I'm glad I'm an alchemist." My smile began to grow, as I heard boots shuffle against the wooden floor.
I glanced up, my cheeks becoming hot instantly. Glaring back at me was Raymond, his face as red as mine. Quickly looking away from me, he sat on the other side of the table, focusing on his soup. The thing I had most in the world, besides my childhood, been that akward moment that made you wanna run away and hide. That feeling invaded the room, as me and Raymond ignored each other's gazes eating our lunch. Silence felt the room, nothing but the sounds of silverware clanking against plates invaded our ears. I quickly ate the rest of my food, standing and walked up the stairs without a word.
I hide in my room, the events that occurred earlier that morning playing over and over again in my head, until I heard my name being called from down stairs. Sighing heavily, I walked down the stairs, checking Ms. Riza's gaze.
"You called me Ms. Riza?" I asked, smiling down at her walking halfway down the stair well.
"Yes dear...we just got a call from the central police...and they want you to come in and speak against your father at his case tomorrow." Her smile was hiding her worried features, but the gleam still remained in her eyes.
"M-My father's case? You mean his conviction? They want me to testify?" I asked my voice a bit wavy with emotion.
"Yes...they want to talk to you and things along those lines...but they said you don't have to if it's too hard on you." Her smiled faded slightly, patted my back as I walking over to her.
"No I'll go...if they want me to testify then I will..." My heart hurt slightly when those words passed my lips. I would have to relive all the painful memories I had hidden deep inside my mind for years. But if it meant that my dad would pay for his crimes then would do it in a heartbeat.
Ms. Riza nodded her head, her smile failing at hiding her worry. I smiled up at her trying to ease her worry. Saying good night to her and King Mustang, I headed back up to my room, and started getting ready for bed. Taking off my skirt and button up shirt the cool of the room chilled my slightly. 'It's so cold up here.' I thought to myself. The sound of an opening door invaded my ears, my face turning red once again.
"Hey um Trisha I just wan-"
Turning around quickly I caught Raymond's gaze once again, his face blood red, his eyes widening.
"RAYMOND HAVE YOU EVER HEARD OF KNOCKING?" I squealed loudly, covering myself with a nearby blanket.
"OH GOD SORRY SORRY!" He blurred, slamming the door quickly. My face was hot as the fires of he'll themselves as I stood there dumbfounded. He saw me naked...again. He say me naked twice...in the same day. I finally awoke from my shocked state, my face still red. Getting dressed quickly, I snuggle into bed, covering myself with thick fluffy blankets. Twice in the same day...I think he did it on purpose...pervert.
Finally brushing off the overwhelming and violated feeling, I thought about what I might say tomorrow. What questions they would ask me and how it would affect my father's sentence. I didn't really care how they affected him as long as he got thrown behind bars and pays for all the pain he put me through. If it were it were up to me...I would give him a life sentence in solitary confinement, and never be able to see the light of the sun again. The same way I felt all my life, alone in a dark room with no light to guide me at all. But now I had a light to guide me to a better life, a life I've always wanted. And I have to say I was truly happy.
