I got this idea from our Social Studies class (we were watching American Tail) and it made me start thinking about Mustang living on the streets. So this is what came out of me not paying any attention after I got this idea…
If anyone had been watching, they would have seen a twelve-year old boy with black hair and eyes climb out of the back window in the dead of night. He was of average height, with a slender build, and he was carrying a green backpack. The boy's name was Roy Mustang, and he was running away. But no one even noticed.
I can take care of myself. I can fight and I'm strong. There must be something that I can do to get money. It's got to be better than living in that house with my parents. Of course, he had no idea at all how he would survive, but he tended to think that he could do anything. He managed to survive for a couple of weeks by doing odd jobs for people who didn't really care how old he was, only that he could run and could be trusted not to run off with anything valuable. He found an abandoned shed in the back of a field and turned it into his home. If he couldn't find any work, then he stole food. In those weeks, he learned a lot about being a thief and lying to people. It was rather depressing, if not really surprising, that his parents had done nothing to try and find him. He was sure that he would have heard something if they had.
Life wasn't too bad. He usually managed to get enough food and he always had a place to sleep. That changed one day when he found a gang of five teenagers, all about five or six years older than he was in his home.
"Do you know what you're doing, little kid? This is our space. Get out before you get hurt."
Roy had never been one to really think before he did anything. So he did the first thing that he could think of. He hit the tallest one. In a few seconds, they were on top of him, beating him mercilessly. He fought lke a wildcat, but he was outnumbered and outsized. His vision was going fuzzy when the sound of gunshots made the teenagers scatter. A girl maybe two years younger than him poked a rifle into the shed.
"Don't shoot…" There was blood everywhere, his blood, and at the sight of him, the girl almost screamed. She was a little shorter than him, with blonde hair and brown eyes. That was all he had time to notice before he blacked out.
It turned out that the girl, whose name was Riza Hawkeye, had been hunting when she heard the screams and decided to see what was going on. She carried him back to her house, where her mom, after getting over her initial fright, cleaned him up and treated his wounds. Riza offered to let him stay, but Roy would never think about letting himself beome a burden to anyone, especially such nice people. He snuck out the following morning.
He went back to his parents afterwards, who didn't seem to notice how badly he was hurt or that he'd been gone for almost a month. He managed to live through the next few months somehow, and joined the military as an alchemist recruit.
Riza wondered later what the boy's name was. He hadn't been in any shape to talk when she'd found him, and she'd never heard from him since. It was an amazing shock to realize, years later, that the famous Flame Alchemist, and her boss, was the same man she'd rescued.
Yeah, this is pointless. But it was too tempting. And as for why Roy isn't at school? I have no idea. Does anyone know where he first learned how to do fire alchemy? Cause I would really like to know. Thanks to everyone who's reading this!