Chapter 2: Unexpected Visitor.

Disclaimer : I do not own FMA… I hate to repeat that but I did it..

Note: Thanks for all of you who have reviewed.. I truly appreciate it. And thanks to Fluff

Inc. too. Well I heard that he has three elder sisters but they never mention it in the

Anime so I decide not to mention it. I don't know about the manga since I have not

finished reading it yet.. Sorry I took a very long rime to update this story. I actually

typed this two weeks ago but I was having trouble with the computer. Then I was

away from home for two weeks for a trip and later when I got home last Saturday

my computer is still not working. I am really truly sorry for the delay. (My flight

was delayed for four hours too.) But now I'm all set to write this story again since

the holiday was so relaxing. OK. Enough about my trip. I can go on and on about it

and use up to one whole page but that will be so damn cruel to all of you readers.

So, here's the second chappie. Enjoy it. Oh, and once again…GOMEN!

"Chew your food slowly, cookie. You will choke on it if you don't."

"Mom, I am old enough to know how to eat. Will you stop treating me like a baby," Roy complained while shoving another piece of meatloaf into his mouth.

"Oh, before I forget, I am having a guest over tomorrow. She is my old friend's daughter. I have not met her for years already," she said.

"And?"

"What?"

"What?"

"What what?"

"What!"

"WHAT!"

"How shall I know? You started it."

"Well, I asked you 'what'."

"And I said 'what' about what."

"You said 'and?' , so I asked you 'what' as in 'and what'."

Roy sighed. "What I was trying to say is that why does it matter if were having a guest tomorrow. We always have guests." He let his right hand went through his raven hair.

"I just thought that you ought to know in case you are planning to do something tomorrow morning," Margaret said while cutting her own meatloaf.

"What if I have a plan set for tomorrow? It doesn't matter, right?"

"You already have a plan?"

"Sort of. I was thinking of going for a walk around town tomorrow morning," Roy said, "I want to see what have changed in this down for the past few years."

"Fine. But promise me that you will be home for lunch," she chew her food slowly, "Don't stop for a mid-day scotch at that old bar you like so much. Now be a good cookie and finish your dinner."

That night, Roy sat on the beach while watching the stars. The beach has a breathtaking view. It is free from any pollution and its sand is white and soft. It's a perfect place to be if you are looking for some relaxation. The smell of ocean breeze really makes him felt at ease. It felt like centuries since the last time he managed to get a whole month off. He looked at his hands. His normal looking hands.

'This damned hands. They took away too many lives. They gave me too many sins that I will never be able to atone even if I sacrifice myself.'

He closed his eyes. Regretting. Cursing. Wondering. How cruel he was for being able to do such a mean thing. He wanted to pay for all that he had done so badly. He wanted to wash all of his sins away.

Roy walked through another row of houses. He watched the people around him. Trying to memorize then because they somehow know him.

"Nothing much have changed here I guess," he shrugged. Suddenly his nose met a smell that is very familiar. It is the scent of his aide, whom, to his own surprise, he was missing very much of. He turned around to look for the source of the scent and found it coming from a brunette girl.

"Aren't you Roy Mustang?" the girl suddenly asked.

Roy blinked his eyes.

"Yes. You are Roy. Do you remember me? I'm the girl you dated when you were still a teenager, Julia." She introduced herself.

"Huh?" Roy was surprised. 'Who is this girl?' He wondered. "Oh, Julia. Right. I remember you. You…you.. you were in my class, right?"

She touched the sleeve of Roy's shirt. Obviously trying to seduce him. "No, silly. I am one year your junior. How are you doing?" Julia giggled a little.

"Fine, I'm doing fine," he said, 'Who the hell is this girl?' He forced himself to think harder. He has no idea how many girls he has dated in one year. Let alone back when he was a teenager. 'Why don't I ask her out on. Looks like she wants me. Besides, I really need to clear my head. I can't believe I'm thinking of Hawkeye all the time. My mind must be so damned attach to work that I can't forget about her.'

All that he needed was to put his famous smile on and a date was already secured. It was like a game to him. A very easy one. The one that he has mastered since long ago.

When Roy reached home, he could smell something very good from the kitchen. He could smell roasted chicken and baked potato. And when he stepped into the kitchen, there was a smell of something else.

'I can't believe I can still smell the perfume. It must be very strong. But I don't remember it being this strong when Hawkeye has it on. Wait. I can't believe I'm thinking of Hawkeye again. What's wrong with me?'

Roy saw his mother setting the table and looked for the guest that his mom has been telling him about but she was nowhere to be found.

"Where is your guest?" Roy asked.

"Oh, cookie! You are home!" Margaret put down the plates and gave her son a hug and a kiss.

"Mom! Cut it out, will you." Roy said. "Where is your guest? You know the one that you really want me too meet." He scanned the room again. He wanted to know the person who was wearing the fresh floral scent perfume too. (He finally realized that the smell does not come from Julia but from the room itself.)

"Oh, she went to the powder room or as they call in the military, the toilet." Margaret said to her son jokingly. She pushed her son into the living room.

"What's wrong?" Roy asked.

Margaret looked at him, "Now, cookie, listen to me. I want you too be on your best behaviour. It is bad enough I don't have any pictures of you to show her."

"How come there is not a single photo of me?"

"Well, it seems to me like every time a girl pay me a visit, one of your picture will be missing," she told him, "So, everyday at least two of your pictures will be gone. Plus, your photography-craze friend stopped sending me pictures of you." ( Consider him still alive. R.I.P Maes.)

Roy sweat dropped. "He gives you my pictures!"

"Correction. He gave me your pictures. But now he keeps on sending me pictures of his daughter."

Roy chuckled. That is Maes alright. Ever since his daughter was born, he had been taking pictures of her and showing them to people every now and then.

"Now, Promise me that you will be a good little cookie and be on your best behaviour."

"Aunt Margaret? Where are you?" Came a voice of a young girl from the kitchen.

"I'm here. I'll be there in a moment." Margaret said and gave her son a pat on the cheek.

Roy rolled his eyes and followed his mother into the kitchen.

'Isn't that voice familiar?' Roy thought.

The floral scent grew stronger as he stepped into the kitchen. He tried to take a look at his guest but was blocked by his mother.

"Now, let me introduce you to my son," Margaret said and step aside so she won't block the way.

Roy kept sniffing at the scent. 'I can't believe I'm missing Hawkeye's daily threats,' his eyes widen when he saw the person in front of him.

"You?" He heard the person in front of him said.

Who is that person? Stay alert for the next chapter but I promise I'll try to make it fast to make it up to all of you readers.Please don't stop reading and reviewing my story. Please……