Prologue: Ante Bellum; Roy Mustang
He was in the army now, not as a soldier, well technically not as a soldier, but as a State Alchemist. It was both in its own way a sad and happy day. He, Roy Mustang, had sold his soul to the country, binding him to whatever means they wanted, and had to listen to their every word. Or did he? He could also listen to every word they did not say, as much as the ones that would be spoken. But that was beside the point now, he need not ponder such things as that when he had much greater things to do.
Like find where the hell his apartment was. Nobody said that Roy Mustang was infallible, because like every other human, he had his lapses in memory. He had been staying with his slightly older friend Maes Hughes over a period of time whilst he studied for his Alchemy certification, and even let Maes find him a suitable apartment to live in. And surely enough Maes being the mature, or not so mature age of twenty had indeed found Roy a place to stay. But the way that Maes had told him where it was, was indeed more confusing than necessary. Sighing in frustration he shoved a gloved hand into his dark hair, as he leaned against the nearest street lamp post. Why did he have to trust Maes so much? Figuring he should at least go back to Maes' place before it got dark, Roy headed up the street with a scowl firmly pulling the corners of his lips downward.
As the sun set over the horizon, Roy fished his key to Maes' door out of his pocket, the light behind him causing his body to cast a dark shadow over the door. After a few seconds of fumbling, a sleek silver key was pinched between his forefinger and thumb. His scowl lightened slightly, leaving his face with an expression of slight discontentment as he placed the key in the lock, only to find that it was unlocked in the first place. His scowl was back. Turning the doorknob slightly, he pushed against the door with his shoulder revealing a small entryway. A short chest of drawers of sorts was situated by the door, a mirror hung slightly crooked above it. He slammed his key down onto the wooden chest and kicked off his shoes as he entered the familiar abode.