Bells and Uniforms and Flowers, Oh My
Chapter Twelve
Well, everyday after that one moved on pretty much the same way. Day in and day out they sat in their office doing paperwork and making calls. Trinity sat between them playing. And soon enough, she was able to walk and talk and alike all toddlers, she was annoying. But the way they kept in behaving was promising to take her to work only if she behaved. She always cooperated. She always wanted to be with her parents. She never thought anything could end their happiness. She was a six year old. She was happy. She was rich. and she had everything she ever wanted. Two great parents. A large house. A puppy and two kittens (thanks to Al Elric), Black Hayate. Lots of toys and lots of friends (mostly military personnel). And she was in kindergarten! And she loved it. After school, she was dropped off by the bud outside of the Central military building. Everything was perfect...that is until that day.
"Good bye Trinity! Don't forget my part is Saturday and we have no school tomorrow. Don't forget!"
A little girl with long red hair waved from the bus window as a little black haired girl jumped off.
"I wont forget June! I promise! My daddy said he'd drive me over and my mama will pick me up! See you then!"
The little girl waved good bye as the bud drove away. Behind Trinity was a man dressed in military clothing. He was assigned to greet Trinity everyday after school for her protecting. Being the daughter of the Fuhrer, you life was always in danger.
"Hello...Trinity."
The man walked up silently and tried to smile.
"Hello Fuery!"
Trinity smiled and ran over to him. She smiled big and happy as she flashed him a painting she made in school.
"Do you think my parents will lie it? This is me when I'm older and in the military. This is my daddy still as the Fuhrer and this is my mama still as... Um... her rank. And this is Hayate."
The girl smiled and pointed to the happy military stick figures. One was taller and had black messy hair, above his had it read 'daddy'. The next was a shorter and had long black hair in pigtails, above it's head read 'Trinity'. The last figure was tall as the first and had messy blond hair, it read 'Mama'. Then next to the blond was a small black dog, above it's head it said 'Hayate'. In the top corner, in a teacher's handwriting it read, 'The Mustangs, a happy military family'. Fuery just stared. It was a happy picture, but it wasn't the right time.
"Trinity, we need to talk."
"Later, I need to show my parents the picture."
And with that said, Trinity ran into the building and headed upstairs.
"Daddy! Mama!"
She yelled as she ran down the fifth floor hallway. Other officers all walked out and watched. They knew something and they couldn't bare to stop her. Everyday this happened. She would run screaming down the hall and her parents would greet her at the office door, hugs and kissed shared. A happy moment all loved to watch. But today, as she ran down the hall, no one greeted her at the door. No hugs. No kisses. She pushed open the door and stared.
"Daddy? Mama?"
The office was empty. No people. Just furniture and books and papers. Her small desk for homework was next to the window. On it was a note written in her mother's handwriting. She picked up the note and read it.
"Dear Trinity. Something has come up and your father and I needed to leave. Please behave fore Fuery and the others. Gracia Hughes shall come by around 4:30PM, to pick you up. Please behave. Love Mom and Dad."
Below her mom's handwriting was her dad's handwriting.
"PS There is come candy in my lower drawer, help yourself."
Trinity stared at the letter as she dropped her picture on the floor. She knew being in the military meant her parents might one day need to go to war. But she never wanted it to happen. Tears filled her eyes as Fuery walked up behind her.
"Trinity..."
"I want to be alone."
"Trinity..."
"I want to be alone!"
Trinity crinkled the note in her small hand and Fuery walked from the room, closing the door behind him. He didn't go far though. He stood right outside.
Inside though, Trinity was sitting on the floor next to the window crying. In one hand was the crinkled note, in her other was the dog tag she wore. Her dad gave it to her when she was three. She always wore her dad's or mom's when they were at home and not paying attention. She would pretend to be doing paperwork, which is all she ever saw her parents do. Sitting on the floor drawing lines and circles on papers saying she was doing 'paperwork'.
"Mama...daddy..."
She cried silently as she stared at her dog tag which read...
'TRINITY MUSTANG
Daughter of Fuhrer Roy
and
Brigadier General Riza Mustang'
Trinity wiped her eyes as she let the tag fall back down and hang around her neck. The picture she pained sat next to her. Everyone in the picture was smiling. But right now, she wasn't smiling. She crinkled up the picture and ripped it in half. She tossed it to the side and ran out the office door, no longer crying, just mad. She didn't get far though. Standing in her way was Gracia Hughes.
"Trinity."
"Hi."
Trinity stood still for a moment. Then without warning she burst into tears and hugged Gracia. Gracia bent down and put an arm around the small child, holding her tight.
"It's going to be okay, sweety."
Gracia picked up the small child and began to carry her outside to her awaiting car.
A/N - So sad? I know. Please review. Constructive criticism accepted. No Flames (Thats Roy's job only). Please look in my profile oo0AnimeChild0oo for all my other stories. And again, thanks for reading.
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