CH.5

A.N: OMG! I did not realize that George Harrison was a member of the Beatles! The name just came to my mind! Wow... um, well he is NOT with the Beatles He is just a man with the same name... I guess he wanted to be remembered through my fanfic. Also, I am very sorry for the long update wait.

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As they were driving to George's house, Riza felt so alone. She wished more than anything that she had an older sister or brother to take care of her, then some strange man, whom she had never met.

"Well, we're here." said George putting the car in park.

He helped little Riza out of the car, since the car was a little high up.

"Are you hungry?"

Riza just nodded. She didn't feel like talking. All she wanted was to be with her mom and dad, and have them both hugging her. She hated this man, and his secretary.

George felt so helpless. What could he do for her? She just lost her family, and is going to live with someone who she doesn't know. "Listen Riza. I can understand how awful you must feel right now. But you can trust me. I promise you that I will always be here for you from now on. I am a Major, so I can afford lots of nice stuff for you."

"..." Now Riza really hated him. Was her calling her real family poor? That they couldn't afford nice things for her?

Well, George tried," Come on. I'll make you a sandwich. Would you like a soup with it?"

"...Yes..."

10 yrs later

A 14 yr old was at a gun course with her foster dad. He was teaching her how to shoot and hold a gun.

"Very good Riza! You're pretty good with that gun, especially since its your first time ever handiling one." laughed George.

"Thanks. Though it feels weird in my hands. My hands still sort of shake," said Riza.

"Well hun, thats because its your first time. Don't worry. The shakiness will pass. In about 2 more years, you might be able to join the military!" said George smiling proudly.

"The military? I don't really want to join... I don't want to hurt innocent people..."

George frowned. Maybe she was still soft about the murder? He mentally slapped himself.

"I think I want to go home now dad..." said Riza slowly and sadly.

"Nonsense. I want to test your sight. Lets test that last name reputation!" said George. He wasn't about to lose this wonderful day out with his foster child. He had the target set far back, so far that even he couldn't see the bullseye.

"Are you serious! You want me to try and hit that stupid thing from that far away?" yelled Riza.

"Just try it."

"Fine."

Riza was about to try it with the pistol, but her dad stopped her, and handed her a rifle. She could really feel the guns weight,"But I can barely carry this thing!"

"Enough crying Hawkeye!" he yelled.

Riza gasped. He had never called her by her last name in a really long time.

"All I am asking of you, is to try and hit the target. Nothing more."

"I'm sorry dad." She aimed the rifle, and closed her right eye. She slowly focused the gun, which was hard from the weapons weight. She sighed and pulled the trigger.

She put the gun down, and waited for her dad to pull the line back.

"Well, well. Look." he said smiling.

She had hit the bullseye perfectly! Riza couldn't believe it. She wasn't even trying. She was just doing it to shut up her foster dad.

"Sweetie. You will get into the military. Very easily. I am sure of it." he said proudly.

To celebrate her excellent shot, he took her out to eat. As they were strolling along the town, he happened to spot his superior and a new comer to the military.

George was about to salute, when his superior stopped him.

"Now, now George. Neither of us are on duty. No need to be formal" joked the man.

"Uh, yes sir. Ah, this is my foster daughter. Her name is Riza." said George.

"Nice to meet you young lady. My name is Xavier Stone."

"Nice to meet you as well." Riza said as politly as dhe could. She didn't want to seem rude, especially in front of her dads boss.

"George. I'd like you to meet the newest member of the military. He's an alchemist. It turns out he can create fire with a spark. His name is---"

"My name is Roy. Roy Mustang. Its a pleasure to meet you sir." said Roy.

"You to my lad." smiled George.

"Though he may look young, he really isn't. How old are you Roy?" asked Xavier.

"I am 17."

"My. Well, I hope that you plan on serving our military well." said George.

"I do."

"Well, it was nice to see you both Geroge. But I got to finish showing this kid around town." smiled Xavier.

"Alright then. See you two later." he said as he waved his goodbyes.

As soon as they were out of sight Riza spoke up," I don't like that Roy. He seems to much like a smart ass."

"Hey! Watch your mouth young lady!" yelled George.

"...I'm going to go home." said Riza.

"What?"

Riza knew that she could never be happy with such a proud military man as him. He always expected so much of her. Her way of showing that 'appreciation' back to him, was to act out, and to be rebellious. She didn't feel like going back home today. Ever since she was 5, she had been wanting to run away. Now that she was 14, she was actually ready for it. She power walked back home, and began to pack her bags.