Chapter Five:

Forgotten

The morning following Mustang's drinking run, he woke up hung-over again.

Damn it. He thought, I don't remember a single thing that happened last night.

He realized that he was in the kitchen somehow. After learning that, he glanced over at the clock over the entryway. It was twelve o'clock in the afternoon.

He got up in the chair and decided to make lunch. Good thing I served as a cook once or twice in the military academy.

Mustang then realized something. That he should check on Jenny.

As he ran upstairs and got to her room, he realized something. That she was gone.

Must have gone to school early. He thought, not thinking as clearly as one would have hoped, I don't have to worry.

But he did have to worry. Not, though, for the reason that he thought.

Maybe he could have prevented the tragedies in the future if he had not forgotten the events of the night before.

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Jenny sat at the picnic tables around the school, where they had their food break.

Father was only drunk. She thought, But Mr. Edward told me when I went to him earlier...

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"Eh? You want to know why people act violent when they're drunk?" asked Edward, confused. "That's somewhat random. Is their any reason?"

"I'm just curious." she said. She tried to hide the pain in her heart.

"Well...if that's the case..." Edward sat down, "I suppose that people bring out their inner-most self when they're drunk. Some people act depressed, and some people act angry. Either way...that's how they truly feel, and therefor it comes out when they are drunk."

"I see." said Jenny. "Thank you, Edward. Sorry for bugging you before school even started."

"Oh, Jenny." said Edward. "I also want to ask...how did you get that bump on your head?"

Jenny felt her head. There was a bump where she knocked her head yesterday. After her father had punched her.

"It's nothing." she said, summoning all of her effort to smile, "I just hit my head against the wall, that's all."

Sadly enough, that was somewhat the truth.

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I can't skip school. Even if my conscious would allow it, Edward has already seen me. Although if my conscious did allow it, I could use the excuse that I was grieving...no, I wouldn't take advantage of Mother's death like that.

She got up from the bench, making up her mind that she was to go to school.

The time was twelve-thirty. She was still thirty minutes early.

At least we're allowed to come into our first class starting at twelve-forty.

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As Mustang finished eating lunch, he realized that he had been calm throughout the three hours he'd been awake.

So drinking really does work. He thought, I'll go drinking again today, before Jenny gets back.

With that thought, he got up and went to go get a book.

I'm up for a mystery. He thought, No love tragedies, though.

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During her school day, Jenny was tortured with the memories of the previous night.

Father... She thought, Based on what Mr. Edward said, your inner-most self really hates me...

It was all she could do to stop the tears. Why...

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During Jenny's fourth period class, her final class, she decided to sit in the back of the room that day.

As Elric was talking, she was lost in thoughts of how Mustang could have been angry at her. Near the end of the class, she came up with a conclusion.

It was my birth. He hated my birth...he simply hates me for being here.

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As Jenny reached home, she realized that her father was there. And he had just gotten home.

"Where the hell 'ave ya been!" he yelled, obviously drunk again. "Hic! Ya should take damn good care of ya'self, 'cause I ain't callin' the cops if anything bad happens ta ya!"

"I was at school!" she said.

"Whatever." he was sitting in his usual chair. "Ya don't need an education. Just go into the military!"

"I'm only seven, though!" she debated.

Mustang stood up, and walked over to Jenny.

"Don't ever talk back to me!" he said, his eyes cold as daggers.

SMACK!

The echoing sound of his slap would have reached the school, if the door had not been closed.

"D-daddy..."

"Daddy? Mommy?" he mocked. "Those kinds of names are for babies! And by the way, yer mother's dead! And that's only if ya hadn't noticed?"

Jenny started to cry. "Why are you doing this, daddy?"

"Why?" he laughed. "Why? Because I hate you."

He got into her face. "I hate you more than I've hated anyone. Remember that, and remember that I enjoy tormenting you. Do ya know what that means?"

She shook her head.

"It means that if ya even think 'bout tryin' ta make an escape, ya'd be outta yer damn mind. 'Cause I'd track ya down..."

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Author's Note: In this chapter, I tried to make Roy be as vile and evil as possible. Did it work?

Also, I'm getting reviews faster than expected. I decided now to follow to footsteps of a certain person, and promise a sequel if I get one hundred or more reviews. And if I do make a sequel, it will be interesting, I promise.

Maybe I'll even make a third part, if that one goes well.

Eh, enough about the future for now. Let's focus on this story now.

I can't decide how long to make this story, although I've decided that around twenty chapters might be good. What do you all think?

Well, there's more to come in future chapters! This includes fights, getting drunk, child abuse, and a wonderful conclusion (in my opinion) to the story (Well, the first part. If there are, indeed, going to be more chapters.).

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Thank you MoonStarDutchess, bautchchic, RinandSess, Wolfborg007, and roy.mustang.fan for your reviews!