IHey guys~ Here's the next chapter. R&R~

I don't own FMA. I only own the OCs and the plot.

That night, Riza heard Roy's rough voice, shouting at his children, mostly his eldest. Riza couldn't really make out what he was saying, just something about quitting the pranks, playing nice and how hard it is to find a sitter. Roy suddenly stopped and the door opened. Alphonse came out teary eyed, Edward had a stubborn and hard look on his face whilst Micha looked rather neutral, as if she was so used to being yelled at already.

Alphonse didn't look up at Riza, but Edward gave her a look before walking past her. Micha just gave her a blank look and proceeded to her own room and locked the door. Roy sat roughly on the sofa and sighed. His hand covering his eyes and his head leaned back on the head rest.

Hawkeye quickly scurried away before he noticed her to the kitchen. Daisy was there, cleaning up of what looked like the helper's dinner plates. Emily sat on the table talking to the two butlers and maid. Emily greeted Riza and offered her to take a seat and join them. Not wanting to be rude, she sat down next to Emily and grabbed an apple. Daisy gave her a knife and small plate to cut and peel the fruit with.

"Looks like they got a scolding again," sighed the oldest butler, Philip. "They should really just settle down. Well, Master Mustang was also mischievous and got chided a lot too. I guess they inherited it from him."

"Philip's been working for Master Mustang's father and even took care of Mistress Izumi when she was still in diapers." Explained Emily.

It always amazed Riza how people could stay so loyal to a family or even to a company or boss. Then again—she's been working in the Military for at least ten years.

The younger butler, Matthew, spoke up. "I wouldn't really know since I'm new, but they're all really nice to us maids, butlers, chef, hell—they love the gardener and pool cleaner even! I don't understand why they're so mean to the babysitters." Mused Matthew. He looked at Hawkeye and asked, "how about you, Miss Hawkeye? Do you have a hunch why they're like that to you?"

Riza never really thought about it but said the first guest that came to her head. "Maybe they just don't like the idea of a female being close to their dad and living with them. Or, they had a trauma to a previous one? I'm not sure." She shrugged.

"The trauma might be right for the young miss, but I'm not sure about the other two. Do you know what Master Mustang's ex-wife done to her?" Asked Philip to Riza.

"…No." She answered hesitantly.

Emily shook her head from side to side and touched Hawkeye's arm. "It such a sad story, Miss Hawkeye." She said softly. "It makes me wonder how the poor dear still smiles with the trauma of it all."

Riza couldn't imagine what type of trauma a rich kid could ever go through, maybe besides not getting what they want. "Why, what happened?"

Matthew laughed bitterly and said: "Well, long story short, she was an illegitimate child, just dropped on Mustang's front porch. The DNA results were true and bang!" Matthew imitated an exploding bomb with his hands, "his parents wanted Micha out."

Hawkeye wasn't really internalizing all of this, but it really made sense now why Micha was sixteen and Roy was only thirty-one. "Are you serious?" It came out as a feeble whisper.

"Yup. Not only that, but he didn't want to give her up. But when she was three, Mustang finally broke down and gave her to an orphanage."

Riza's eyes widened and she could barely speak. "But then… how did she come back here?"

"He came back for her." Smiled Philip weakly. "I even offered to Master Mustang for my sister back in the country to take care of her for him, but then he didn't want to give her up. God bless Mister Hughes and Miss Gracia back then."

"They were the ones who took care of the young miss. Since Mister Hughes was already working and Miss Gracia was already living in with him, they decided to take care of her for Master Mustang." Explained Emily. "If you haven't noticed, most of the pictures of the young miss are with him and his wife."

Riza never really noticed because she was either too busy being paranoid with the pranks, or maybe because she simply didn't want to appear snoopy by looking at every single photo that was displayed throughout the mansion. "What about her step mother? I saw a picture of Mister Mustang and a lady with blond hair in one of the frames by the door." Asked Riza.

"She's the reason why I think the young miss isn't exactly that nice to you." Reasoned Philip.

There was a shrill ring and a feeble and soft voice came out through the speaker. "Hello? Is anyone still down there?"

"Speak of the devil." Smirked Matthew.

"Yes, young miss, what can I do for you?" Answered Daisy. The cook spoke with a country accent as she directed her voice to the speaker whilst holding the button down. She heard Micha sniff a bit and let out a heavy breath before speaking. "Young miss, are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." She sniffed again.

"Have you been crying?" Asked Daisy out of concern.

"I'm fine. Umm, can you please ask Philip if he can send me a glass of water, a mug of milk and maybe a slice of cake? I didn't eat much a while ago." She had definitely been crying.

Philip was already at the fridge, getting a bottle of water and taking out the cake. Emily took the milk and a sauce pan, handing it to Daisy to heat the milk with.

"We're on our way, young miss. And please, don't cry." Begged Daisy.

"Oh, Daisy," Micha laughed bitterly, "thanks for the concern, but you know me. I just have to let it out some time. Oh, and please tell Riza to tuck my brothers in. I think dad left for a bar. Make sure the key is taped to the pot—as much as I want him to be locked out, I don't want you guys to get into trouble. I already called uncle Maes and told him that dad went out, I'm sure he's on his way to him."

"Will do, young miss." Daisy let go of the button and started to heat the milk. Philip was slicing a piece of cake while Emily took out a tray.

"You can't really blame Micha, Miss Hawkeye." Mumbled Matthew. "She may have bitch tendencies, but you'll understand. I think it's better if she tells you herself. I don't think anyone here can bear to tell you what her step mother did to her." Matthew stood up and took a key hanging from the wall and a reel of tape on the counter.

Philip got everything ready and made his way to Micha's room, leaving Riza sitting there on the table.

"Best you go tuck the little boys in." Smiled Emily. "Oh, and don't forget to read their planners. Has Master Mustang given them to you?"

"Yes, he has." Riza nodded.

"Good, make sure you familiarize yourself with the places and time they need to go. Those two have a really busy schedule."

"Ok, thank you, Emily." Hawkeye smiled at her and made her way to the boys' room as quietly and quickly as she can.

(((-)))

Alphonse lied on his bed while his brother sat on the study table with his lamp on, vigorously writing something down, sheer determination and a hint of revenge in his eyes.

"Brother, do you think sister's holding up ok? Daddy was really hard on her and her punishment is harsher than usual." Mused Al.

"I'm sure she's fine. If not, I know this will!" Edward showed a one half illustration board with numbers, calculations and crude drawings on it to his younger brother.

"Brother, what's that?" Al pushed himself up on his elbows and sat up straight.

"What does it look like? Another prank, of course." Edward smirked.

"Brother!" Al chided. "Daddy just said, no more pranks! You'll just get us all into trouble."

"Well if this babysitter can make our sister cry, I'm sure we can." Edward replied harshly.

"She's not that bad." Al whispered.

Edward shoved the illustration board under the bed once he heard footsteps approaching. He killed the lamp light and jumped on the bed next to Al.

Riza knocked on the door softly and peered her head in. "Are the two of you still awake?"

"Miss Riza, where's daddy?" Al asked softly.

"I think Mister Mustang went out, don't worry, I'm sure he'll be back soon." Riza assured him.

Al nodded and stared at her with his big golden eyes. Edward sat stubbornly beside Al, watching her every move.

"Your sister asked me to tuck you two in…"

Silence.

"What do you boys usually do before you sleep?" She asked, breaking the ice.

"We already took a bath, and brushed our teeth." Edward said roughly.

"Ok, so, what next?"

"Sister usually sang us to sleep, or just read us a story." Al mused.

"Ok, so what story do you want me to read to you?" Hawkeye pulled a chair over to the side of their bed and waited.

"Sister was reading us "To Kill a Mocking Bird". We stopped at chapter eight." Alphonse replied.

Riza paused for a moment to internalize what he just said. This little seven and eight year old boy… Read To Kill a Mocking Bird? "Are you sure she read to you To Kill a Mocking Bird?" She asked.

"We graduated from Granny Goose ages ago." Edward bit back. He hated it when people underestimated them just because of their age... or his height for that matter.

"Ok then," Riza sighed then opened the book on the night table and began reading to them. After she finished the chapter, Edward and Alphonse each gave their analogy and reflection about the chapter and shared what they thought the characters should have done and shouldn't have. The brothers also shared what they thought was the social problems shown in the chapter.

These boys truly are amazing. Thought Riza. She turned the lamps off and bid them good night and proceeded to her own room.

(((-)))

After taking a steam shower and changing into comfortable pajamas, she took Hayate and placed the little puppy on her lap on the bed while she was reading the little boys' schedules.

It seemed like Edward was a really academic and sports like person while Alphonse was more into music and arts. Though Ed also had Violin and two art classes and Al had soccer and advanced summer classes, their personalities really showed with their choice of activities.

Riza wondered how the boys were able to cope up with the busy schedule. They had something from eight in the morning all the way to five in the afternoon. They had lunch time free and thirty minutes to spare for a little break, but that was it. As she scanned the whole summer planner, their schedules were always jammed pack from Monday to Fridays. Hour after hour after hour of activities, it was impossible.

She did as her employer had told her. Hawkeye copied their whole schedule for the week on the phone Mustang had given her. It took her a while to figure out which buttons do which, but she got the hang of it pretty fast and was able to place their schedules in. After that, she opened a small pocket book and started reading where she last left off.

It was already around twelve when she finished. The chapters' cliff hangers were too unbearable for her to withstand. Finally, she placed the book down and killed her lamp. But as soon as she laid her head on the soft pillow, she heard something.

Crash!

Riza shot up and turned her lamp on. Even Hayate woke up. His ears perked up and fully aware. He turned his dark gaze to his mistress and Riza placed a finger on her lips, telling him to be quiet. Hawkeye pulled her robe on and loaded her pistol then cautiously and quietly went out of her room, Hayate closely on her heels.

She made her way down the flight of stairs and neared the front door. She heard a man curse and mumbled some intelligible things. He seemed to be carrying something with him. Whatever it was, it was huge.

Riza leaned on the side of the door and peered out to see who it was, with her gun in hand. The person seemed to have found the key and opened the door. Riza stayed silent and pointed the gun at the back of the intruder's head, clicking the safety off.

"Don't move." She said.

The room was really dark, and the only light was from the open door. The dark figure slowly turned around to face her.

Just then, Riza realized who it was.

"Yo." Maes grinned.

Hawkeye sighed and placed the gun down. "I'm sorry sir, I didn't realize who you were." She apologized.

"Nah, it's ok. It's probably second nature to you, being alert and all." Maes snickered. "Hey, can you help me get Roy to his room?"

Riza's burgundy eyes trailed down to Mae's left arm. Roy was almost out of it, dangling from Maes's arm.

"He drank half a bottle of Jack by the time I got there." Explained Hughes.

Riza placed one arm of Roy's around her shoulders and Hughes did the same, the two slowly made their way up the stairs and dropped Roy on his bed. Hughes pulled Mustang's shoes off and dumped them on the floor.

"You should get used to doing this too, Miss Hawkeye. This'll be your job soon." Maes told her.

"I plan on rather preventing it, sir." Sighed Riza.

Maes laughed a bit and made his leave. Riza locked the door behind him on the way out and finally, got some rest before the big day.

I don't really know why I made this chapter… Like this. But I guess what I'm trying to say in this chapter is that Riza learned something new about all of them. I see that Micha's been getting haters pretty fast. I don't really feel hurt… more like bad, but less than bad because… I based her personality off myself. 8D *shot*

Honestly, I found the horse shit hilarious. I enjoy seeing people in pain. *evil face* Any way, I really want to see your reactions on the whole, me and Micha have almost the same personality. We're the same in a completely different way. If you get my drift.

Anyway, please review, I love getting your feedback. ^^ If you have an account, please kindly log in so I can reply to you. Don't worry, I'm only a bitch to people I want to be, and since I don't personally know you guys, I'm nice, right? Love, Kiara~